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d - - : . r pi-.iltfiinouth Journal C W. MIEKHAK. rnbll.k.r. rLAHMOV"-."ll. : hFDILASffA- Sana. Uik- & UST for the fun of the thin?, I wish Cousin Trudy could see me now," said young1 Thomas Par 1 i n , as he strode alon g Santa Rosa mountain i n ktnter's garb, pun and game bag Rlsng across his shoulder. "Bless her! bless them all'. llow they cried, though, when the doctor ordered me off to California. Poor old lady Daw son! She couldn't remark now that Tom is a frail flower.' " The six-footer laughed as he repeated id lady Dawson's words: "Tom'i a frail flower." "A pretty dark specimen with this coat of tan on! I saw a black calla in Riverside garden the other day just about my color. Hark! what's thatl" he concluded, coming to a sharp stop. AH day long on the unfrequented highwaj- he had not met a living soul. "Is it a coyote? Nobody seems to know here whether a coyote ever howls or no. But a mountain lion they are certain a mountain lion 'snarls.' I think I'll move on." The sound came again. It was artic ulate this time. Surely no mountain lion could so far forget himself as to call out "Hello!" lie paused and turned himself about. Then he heard It ajrain. "Uelp! Help! Hello! Ilello-o-o!" Just beyond a clump of live oaks, Tom at last fancied he saw the flutter ing of gray skirts. 'Coming!' he shouted, breaking into a run, and in another minute brought up face to face with a pale, bareheaded woman. She looked at him timidly an instant, then spoke: "Can you htlp me? My husband is lost! We were camping out Mr. lladley and I," she continued, point'ng off to a wooded slope where Tom could dimly discern a large rag-on and a horse staked out under the trees. "He went to look up some insect or some flower, I forget which, and said he should not be gone fifteen minutes. That was three hours ago." 'Did he walk?" asked Tom. "No. he took one of the horse." "Which way did he go?" asked Tom. "1 don't know there's the tr-ruble. I was half asleep in the wagon and never looked up. I only said: 'Don't be pone lor.g.' aid Mr. Hadley replied: 'Not more than fifteen minutes.' " Three hours. Tom thought of cat amounts and Mexican preaers. He remarked soothingly: "Well, if Mr. Hadley is anything of a naturalist. I dare say he has got interested and for-g-ets the flight of time." -Xo, O no!" she replied. "You don't know him. He wouldn't forget for a moment that I am afraid to stay alo-ae here. It was some especial bug he -wanted, nnd he knew just where to 40 for it. Something has happened. Can yon help me?" She laid her hand .on Tom's arm. tears suddenly overflow ing her eyes. It had always been said of Tom Par lin that nobody ever relied on him in vain. It was nearly sunset now, and he had a good six miles to walk to reach Elsmore. He replied with alac rity: "I probably can. madam certain ly. I am wholly at j-our service," and A DEAD WEIGHT IX HIS CAF.P.IEP.'S ASMS. suggested that he would go over to the wagon, take the horse and set out on a search. It cannot be denied that a momentary conjecture as to whether she should ever see horse or rider again was re flected in the woman's eyes, and that Tom saw it. What she said, however, was: "God bless you!" and Tom's reply was: "Keep up good courage." He made off as fast as he could, and Boon after came dashing past her, bareback, with a wave of his hand and a smile, whereupon, after watching him out of sight, she said, with a sigh: "So like John!" This John was her only son who had died the preceding winter, t. was to solace themselves that she and her husband had come on this camping expedition. They were sensible, quiet people, and their stout lumber wagon and other equipments seemed to indi cate that Mr. Hadley was the plainest of ranchmen, whereas in fact lie was a mu?'ti-millionaire. The young: fellow who was 0 much likt John struck into the mountain roaa and weni due east at a venture. "If tli is doesn't fetch him I'll turn and g-o west," he said. "That woman de serves a better husband than one of "--.iip"""' VC' ,. . .--. v. ' your bug-and-insect fellows poor and thriftless, I'll warrant. He's probably hunting1 a horned toad down in the canyon and forgotten all about hi9 wife. In that case I shall come across his horse hitched near here some where." He peered about as he rode, and good eyes like Tom's can travel a long dis tance in the clear air of California, but no horse was in sight. He rode both east and west long dis tances, but came on no trace of the naturalist. It was growing interest ing. "He has tumbled down one of the steep sides here and sprained his ankle and his horse has galloped off," Tom assumed at last. I'll make a prodigious noise to kind of encourage him." It was no hardship whatever to young- Parlin to "make a prodigious noise." He was in such bounding spirits over his recovered health that shouting came easy. He just stopped short where he was and made the welkin ring with college songs for about ten minutes. A dead silence followed. "So much for a man setting hia heart on bugs," he growled, as he rode on. "Bugs are good enough in their places. I wish them well, but when it comes to a married man leaving his wife in a w ild e r n ess " A sound had suddenly reached his ear. He drew up and sat still on his horse's back. The sound was re peated after a moment. It came from down in the canyon. Tom rode to the edge, and, after some steady gazing, fancied he could make out the figure of a man prone arcocg some manzanita bushes, but was by no means sure. There was no horse to be seen anywhere, "Hello!" he called, "I'm coming!" Divesting himself of gun and game bag end fastening the horse to a Cot tonwood, he began the descent of the mountain side, which at that point was nearly perpendicular. "Who comes?" moaned a weak voice, as Tom reached the manzanita thick et. Evidently the man was not much encouraged at sight of the swarthy young musician. The racket of the rollicking college songs had aroused him from a swoon. He looked bewil dered. "His wife took me for a tramp, and he takes me for a greaser," thought Tom, but doffed his cap reassuringly. He knew that he was on the border of Mexico, and that probably his lately acquired complexion suggested the Mexican cut-throat. "Your wife sent me," he said. "I see you have met with an accident." Mr. Hadley opened his eyes long enough to give young Parlin a strong look. "I've broken my leg." he said. "That's bad," said Tom. "I must get you out of this at once." "Cud you do you think I could be dragged up?" asked the bug hunter. "I can carry you." responded Tom, speaking on impulse. Mr. Hadley smiled slightly. "It's too steep." Yes, the precipice is too steep. I shall carry you around and strike the grade." said Tom. He meant the point where the road some rods distant left the plain to begin the spiral ascent of the mountain. "Too long," objected the man. Tom answered lightly: "Hut yon know. sir. the longest way round is the nearest way home." Mr. Hadley, though white and groan ing, glanced up with u flickering smile. He .saw that his young rescuer looked strong and willing and had the gen eral air of a college athlete and said no more. Mr. Ilndley was not a very heavy man and Tom lifted him both swiftly and gently, like a trained nurse. "There." said he, "hold me tight around the neck." Hut Mr. Hadley had fainted again, lie lay a dead weight in his carrier's arms. Well courage!" said Tom to himself, and started off. The grade when he reached it lay close to the edge of the precipice wind ing gradually around it. Jf he should grow dizzy or stagger he might lose his footing and roll with his burden to the depths of the canyon. "Are you tolerably easy? Could I hold you better?" he asked as le felt his burden revive and stir. The tone was as commonplace as if he made it a regular business to "tote" mountaineers and rather enjoyed it. To himself he kept saying encourag ingly as the grade stretched out even further before him: "There'll be an end to this! an end to this!" So there was. After an Immense while the table land was reached, the dead weight was laid down on the grass, and Tom flung himself down be side him to recover breath. "You're rather a fine fellow!" was all Mr. Had'.ey could manage to say. Of course Tom must go at once to re lieve the woman of suspense and return with the wagon. Well, then, where was Billv. the horse which the man had ridden and left hitched to a tree by the road? Where, indeed! As Tom had sus pected, he had broken loose and had strayed away. Perhaps he had become locoed" by eating the villainous loco eed which grows in this section and destroys many a poor beast's reason, setting his brain awhirl for good and all. Jt was useless to try and look for him. Dick, the horse, that had brought j Tom, was quietly feeding on the spot I where Tom had left him, hut how could a two-horse wagon be got over the road without two horses to draw it? "What to do next?" was the ques tion. As Tom expressed it: "Here was a pretty fix." Night coming on and a broken leg, compound fracture, to be 6et. "Trust me to straighten things out," said he, pausing in his fit of whistling. "Just lie here and rest, and I'll engage to get you and your wife to Elsmore and all your trays before well, before 1 midnight, anyway." "You young 5amaritaii, you're all I have to look to." said the man. "I can't lift a finger myself; youTi have to pull me through." And to himself he said: "If he does it he'll not be bo eorry for his night's work." When the young "Samaritan" re turned at last, it was in a new role. He now personated Hilly, the miss ing horse. He had hitched Dick to one side of the wagon tongnie, and had taken the other side himself, and was keeping hold of the tongue and steer ing the craft. Mrs. Hadley sat in the wagon, driv ing the ill-assorted span, laughing and crying hysterically. "Whoa! Let me out!" she exclaimed, climbing over the wagon wheel and hastening to her husband's side. She was not able at all to control herself. She laughed and cried for the next two or three hours. Her husband lay in the wagon under the cold stars of June, and she sat on the seat and urged her "two abreast" across the ta ble land and up the rough hills and down through the valleys to the near est town. The jaded Tom was fain to ask as he strained and pulled: "How many miles to Babylon?" but, like a meek and patient horse, refrained. "There is no other way out of it," he said, pulling along beside Dick. "I couldn't leave the man. Quite a fine fellow, too, barring his mania for bugs." It neared midnight a the strange team drew up in Elsmore. "I'll have the fun of writing home about this," the off beast of the team said to himself as he dropped the wagon tongue. "Of course they won't believe a word of it, but they may be interested in it as a work of fiction." That this night's exertion proved a cruel strain on Tom, there is no deny ing. But it was not until his charge was safe in a surgeon's hands and do ing well that he succumbed and took to his bed. As soon as possible he wa about again anxious to assist. By this time there had sprung up a strong attachment between himself and the Hadleys. Little by little they gathered his history. Oni of a family of eight, he had worked hard for an i- k' w vm .NK fit uCa. HER "TWO ABKEIST. education, then on the eve of graduat ing from Harvard, had been seized by an illness which threatened his life It had been a keen disappointment to him to give up the graduation, and still more, the study of law, which was to have followed it, "But I was mustered out. and here I am," said he. "If I had undertaken the law I might have been an orna ment to the profession, you under stand, but no particular use to it, probably." "Not as a dead man, certainly," said Mr. Hadley. "But you are well now, and can go back east?" Tom shook his head. "Not for two or three 3-ears; that's the medical de cree." "Manly, isn't he?" said Mrs. Had'ej to her husband, later. "He's like John in that." "He's certainly like him in hissquare toedness," returned Mr. Hadley. "He suits me. I'd like to help him, but there's his tremendous pride!" After this whenever Tom was pres ent the couversation seemed to drift toward lemon ranches. Mr. Hadley had several lemon ranches scattered in various places. It was surprising how they appeared all at once to be weigh ing on his mind. Two in particular were at the tender mercies of China men. He had observed that young Parlin seemed "well up" in California matters; and what if he should go to Chula Vista out of pure kindness and look around and report progress? Tom was more than willing. He had heard nothing of Mr. Hadley's wealth, and could not know he was longing, like the little tree in the Ger man fairy tale, to "shake and quake and pour gold and silver" over him. Unsuspecting, he set off for Chula Vista one fine morning, got interested, went to work there, and finally to oblige his friends, and earn a little money, agreed to oversee one of the ranches. The Hadleys, innocent plotters, ex changed smiles. This was four years ago. To-day Tom is one of the prosperous ranchmen of the country. Mr. Hadley can say truthfully he has never given him a dollar, nevertheless he haa helped hini to thousands. If anything can be counted on in this changing world, young Parlin's futuro is a triumphant certainty, although h is ignorant of the fact himself. At lanta Constitution. Caustic Wit of an Enjtllxh Judge. Lord Bowen. beside being a great judge, was a great wit. 'Io-v happy, for instance, was the amei-dr-'-ent lie pro posed when the judges w.-e drawing up an address to the queen on the oc casion of her majesty's jubilee. "Coc scious as we are of our shortcomings." said the address; "conscious as we are of one another's shortcomings," sug gested Lord Bowen. Not long ago Lord Bowen was called upon, it is said, to sit in the admiralty court. Upon taking his seat he asked induSgcnce on account of his inexpe rience in admiralty business. "And may there be no moaning at th.3 bar," he added, "when I put out to sea." Bometimes his wit was very incisive as, for instance, when he remarked: Truth will out. even in an ailidavife." Westminster Gazette. PERSONAL AND LITERARY. Albert W. Paine, Esq., of Bangor, Me., has been in active practice of the law since lS3o, and is believed to be the oldest lawyer in continuous practice in New England. Donald Graham, who died the other day in England, aged eighty-five years, was a schoolmate of Gladstone, and it was his proud boast that he used to "beat the prime minister at the shorter catechism." Elaine Goodale, the fair poet who married a Sioux Indian and went west to dwell with him in his tepee, has found the tepee tiresome, and she has returned to the east, taking her dusky husband with her. Empress Elizabeth of Austria, by a severe system of fasting and exer cise, massage and training like a sporting- man, succeeds in keeping her waist measure to twenty inches, in spite of her fifty -six years. Mr. Gladstone is quite generally credited with having a thorough ap preciation of his own genius. His wed ding gift to MLss Tennant of a full set of the works of WiUiam E. Gladstone attests this fact anew. The queen of England always wears on one wrist a bracelet in which is a miniature of the date prince consort. On the other -wrist she wears as con stantly a bracelet with the miniature of her latest great-grandchild. Capt. Cornelius Nye, a pensioner of the war of 1S12, has just celebrated his ninety-eighth birthday at his home in Lynn. Mass. He has lived under every president, and voted first for James Mon roe and last for Benjamin Harrison. Gerhard Gade, the American consul at Christiana, Norway, who was ap pointed in 1869 by Gen. Grant, is the oldest consul in the service, with the exception of Consul Sprague, at Gibral tar. He will celebrate his jubilee June 23. Mark Twain asserts that all mod ern jokes are derived from thirty-five original jokes which were originated in the days of Socrates. Several of the originals, a little frayed, are still float ing about, and Mark has coined many ducats from them. Augustus Bonaparte Csesar Dun dreary Emerson Ferdinand Grant Han nibal Isaiah Jackson Knox Leoninas Meredith Nicholas Oscar Tate Ring is a resident of Martin, Tenn., and is wast ing all that name in a race for the petty oflice of constable. Mrs. Waite, the wife of the governor of Colorado, is forty-eight years of age, while her husband is sixty-nine. She was a widow and he a widower when they married. She is interested in the Woman's Christian Temperance union, and thinks there is no one like her hus band. Emanuel Lasker. who is contend ing with Steinitz for the chess cham pionship of the world, is a native of Prussia, and is only twenty-six years old. He began playing chess when he was only twelve years cf age. His career as a phenomenal player began in Is 39. HUMOROUS. Bradford a good match Binks and his wife make ' Robinson "Yes, he's a stick and she's the brimstone." Har lem Life. Teacher ''What became of the chil dren of Agamemnon?" Iupil Cafter ma ture deliberation! "I think they're dead by this time." Harlem Life. Quite Mountainous. Shesed "It's dd about a mountain, isn't it?" nesed -"What is?" Shesed "That it never wears its spurs on its foot." Detroit Free Tress. Mr. Croesus "You want to marry my niece, do you? Why, she is the only relative I have." Charley Hardup "I have thought that all out, sir." Ray mond's Monthly. Mrs. Houser "Is the oath of office I read so much about profane?" Houser "Humph! Depends a good deal wheth er it is taken going in or coming out." Buffalo Courier. Millionaire Philanthropist "How can I muke sure that none but the very poor will receive the money I intend to distribute?" Paymaster "Buy poetry with it. ' N. Y. Herald. Beaver (jocosely) "I wonder why you hard-headed western men wear soft hats?" Slouch "And I wonder why you er eastern fellows wear hard hats?" Prank Leslie's Weekly. -She "This is so sudden. I am so Rotry, but I want you always to be my dear, dear friend." He "H'm. You haven't told me yet who is the other fellow.'-' Indianapolis Journal. Husband "Suppose the legislature did give you the ballot, what would you d'- vith it?" Wife "Make a dress patteu out of it. unless the size be changed." Cleveland Plaindealer. A Good Sign. Landlord of newly opered wine-tavern (to waiter) "Pie cole, mind you pay special attention to tl gentleman sitting yonder; he has such a red complexion." II Corriere. - -"Ethel." he whispered, "will you m'-.rry me?" "I don't know, Charles," id e replied, coyly. "Well, when you find out. he said, rising, word will you? I shall le send me at Mabel Hicks' until ten o'clock. If I don't hear trom you by ten. I'm going to tuk her." Harper's lk-.sar. "You don't seem to want employ ment." "Yes. I do. ma'am," replied Meandering Mike, in an injured tone "But you don't do the work when it is offered you. "I know it. Ye see, I've spent so much of my time lookin' fu work thet I can't git my hand in on no other kind of a job." Washing-ton Star. Paying a Compliment Dibbs (who has been waiting in his friend's studio) h! here you are, at last. Your dog has been paying a good compli ment to that bit rf scene-painting. I had to drive the little beggar off." Daubr (agreeably surprised "What was he doing?" Dibbs "Oh. he tns took -hat rivi for real water, and he started lapp'"g- it: By the by, what river does It represent?"' Dauber (savagely) "River be hanged! That isn't a river, it's prairie firet"--Tit-Bit.. FOR YOUNG PEOPLE A WORD. Oace little trlrl I know Said a little word: Whispered It so very low Just one person board. And that person told It o'er. Just to one or two. Adding to it one word mora, As bo many do! And at once the two that heard Told it 'n a crowd. Each one adding one more word, Told U quite aloud: Straightway every one thut heard Shouted loud and clear Till the hapless little word Floated tar and near. Then the maid an raised her head. She was very glad That the llttlo thing she said Wasn't something bad: Beth Day, in Housekeeper. INTERESTING FROGS. Amusing Episode of the French and Indian War In 1708. Boys are perennially interested in frogs boys and snakes and natural ists. Boys usually make their observations by means of a triple hook and a piece of red flannel, but a boy in Connecti cut, known to the writer, took twenty eight one day with his bare hands. Connecticut is a fine state for frogs. There at old Windham was fought the famous "Battle of the Frogs." It was during- the French and Indian war in 1753. Windham was then the most important frontier town of east ern Connecticut. Col. Dj'er, a prom inent citizen, was raising an army to oppose the Indians at Crown Point. The town was alive with excitement. One very dark night the people were awakened by strange sounds,and at once thought the Indians were upon them. Seizing guns, swords and axes, the men rushed out to meet the enemy. But -no enemy was to be seen. StiU they felt a force of French and Indians must be at hand, for hoarse voices could be heard calling for Windham's prominent j militarv leaders. ; "Col.Dyer and Elderkin, too!" CoL ', Dyer and Elderkin, too!" The town was up all night- When day broke the mystery was accidental ly "solved. A mile away from the vil lage lay a big marshy pond inhabited by myriad of frogs. A drought had nearly dried up the water, reducing it to a tiny streamlet, and for this scan ty supply the poor thirsty creatures had fought each other, until thousands lay dead on either side of the rill. This battle made Windham famous. For years the inhabitants felt badly teased and insulted by its mention. Now, however, the story is no longer a joke but a prized tradition. Snakes are as fond of frogs as the traditional Frenchman who esteemed them a delicacy. A frog has often been found swallowed whole and alive in a slaughtered snake. One snake known to a friend of the chronicler fared badly enough by his greed for his favorite dainty. He swallowed one frog and then started to crawl through a crevice in a stone walL Before he had dragged through his entire length hw espied another plump little fellow and took him in, whereupon he found found himself securely fastened down tinder the stones, unable to move either way, and was dispatched by the spectator. Naturalists consider the frog a very Interesting fellow and other observant HOME OF THE FEOOS. people have learned curious facts con cerning these amphibious creatures. A gentleman living in the southern part of France had a large frog pond on his ground and was very fond of studying tkc habits of its inhabitants. One day he saw a great change in the appearance of a certain frog of which he had made a pet. It looked as if it had in some way acquired a pair of the puffed breeches which gentlemen used to wear in the courts of James I., of England, and Louis XIII. of France. This change made him curious to know what it meant, and all the more so when he found that almost every day more and more of the frogs were wearing the same queer-looking things. By watching carefully the gentle man soon found the cause of the strange, new article of frog dress. The mother frog, it seems, considers that her duty is discharged when she has laid her eggs. These all adhere together, forming a long- chain of many links. As soon as she has deposited these on the bank of the pond she hops away, seeming to f oi'gct aU about them, and they would never hatch out if the lather fro did not come to the rescue. With no liffle difficulty he winds these chains of neglected eggs around and around hi own short thighs thus pro ducing the appearani-e of the puffed breeches. He thn proceeds 'in hide himself among the marshy grasses around the pond until the eggs are ready to hatch nut. Then he goes into the water. In little while the ahells burst, let tine out the young tadpoles, which imxnedV ately swim away without so much as thank you!" Another very motherly father of the frog family is found in South America, in Chili, ile is provided with a larga sac, or pouch, which extends over the whole surface of his belly, from the mouth downwards. There is no ex ternal opening into this sac, and when, Mr- Darwin first saw a male frog appa rently swaUowing the eggs he though he was the worst kind of a fellow to be eating his own children. But this thought was a great injus tice. Cm opening the frog's mor.th Mr. Darwin discovered that on ea. li side of. the tongue was an aperture down, which the eggs rolled rr... the sac, which soon became distended with them. As the eggs hatch out in this sac the vonng frogs find their way tip into Iheir careful father's mouth, and thence out and away into the pond! which is to them the wide world. St. Louis Sepablic. THE MERRY MILKMAID. A. Fascinating Creatnre for a Utile GIrr Work Table. On my mother's sewing table stand a quaint little ima ge unlike anything else I have ever seen. My mother bought it at a church fair in England when she was a young girl, and I am, sure it would charm the fancy of any needlewoman. The flgure, to begin with, is a slender doll about four or five inches high, with, a china head- and pliant body, ending in china arms and legs. Having poiaessed yourself of such a doll, around nor legs wind fold after fold of cotton tatting until they are covered so thickly as to make a dresa skirt stand out, and so firmly as to keep the doll upright. "Wind only 1 '&wv.rS&: t- TEE MILKMAID. layer or two around the body, so that it will taper np to the waist line. For the foundation on which the doll is to stand cut a piece of cardboard in a circular shape with a diameter of three and a half inches. Now cut a piece of fancy flowered siHs with length the height of the doll and breadth a little more than the circum ference of the cardboard. Sew the piece together and then shirr the top edge to fit around the shoulders, not the neck. Alo gather it in snugly around the doll's waist and cut two holes for the arms, leaving enough cloth to shirr down like short sleeves. Cut a piece of line -vhite flannel or cashmere in the shape of an apron and fasten it over the front of the silk; gown "by means of a few concealed stitches. "Tie a narrow ribbon around as a belt to hide the edge. This apron is for sticking darning needles and other coarse needles in. Fold a square of turkey red twill or scarlet clotii crosswise into shawl shape and place it over the shoulders of the doll, securing it there by a few hidden stitches. Now fasteu firmly a strong bodkin or tape runner across the back at the shoulders. This forms the milk-pail yoke. From each end of the yoke sus pend a large spool of white cotton thread, these representing milk pails. The handles are made out of the wire, as in the picture, wound once around the hands of the doU and attached to ribbons which go up and tie at the ends of the yoke. Now stand the milkmaid firmly on the cardboard, turn in the edge of her gown to the right length and fasten it around the entire circle of a row of pins placed very close together. There she stands, all dressed, except ing her tall hat. This hat is made of a "top thimble" thrust through a close fitting hole in a round piece of card board, leaving enough of the cardboard to extend about the head like a hat brim. The hat may be secured upon the head by a drop or two of melted sealingwax, and is to serve as a "rest" or holder for your own sewing thimble. Y'ou have a good pincushion of the milkmaid's stuffed out gown, a cushion for large needles of her apron, a cushion for fine needles of her bright scarlet shawl, and a holder for your thimble, while her pails give you two spools of cotton, with the ends concealed, yet loose enough to be easily found. Y'ou can hang a pair of scissors on a hook attached to her belt, but though this makes of her a very complete "needle woman's friend," it detracts from her appearance as a milkmaid. Chicago Inter Ocean. A Steamer on Mule Hack. A triumph in engineering is reported from the mountains of Peru, wkere a twin-screw steamer of 540 tons, 173 feet long and 30 feet wide has been suc cessf uUy launched on Lake Titacaca, the highest navigable waters in the world, more than 13,000 feet above the sea. This steamer, which belongs to the Peruvian government, and is to be used for freight and passengsr traCiaf was built on the Chyde, then taken apart in more than a thousand pieces and shipped to Mollondo by sea. It was then carried to I"na by railway and transported over the i-ouiitams on the backs of llamas and in files and put together by a Scotch er.ginc-r. A Krlbtened IJride. Bridesmaid You poor, frightened darling. You looked scared to death at the altar. Bride Yes, Gecrge trembled so I was dreadfully afraid he'd lose courage and run away. N. Y. Weelil