A Murderer's Confession.
BY B. L. FABJEON.
Yes, I will make my confession. The
chaplain will think that I do it be
cause of his exhorations. Let him
think so. Try as hard as he likes, he
can't make me believe that I can earn
heaven or hell by simply writing a
few words on a sheet of paper. W hat
I am going to do is for my own sake.
To keep it any longer to myself will
drive me mad; and I want to keep
my reason to the last if I t an. The
secret presses upon me like red hot
bands of steel. I must burst them
asunder. The fire of silence and the
anguish of it is more than I can bear,
it is eating into my heart. I must, I
must confess!
They did not bring me a steel pen,
with which I could have opened a
vein in the middle of the night, but a
soft quill, quite unless for the pur
pose of self destruction. But even
were the means within my reach, and
I could screw my courage to the
ticking point (I heard that in a
play once, and the actress was speak
ing of murder), even then I doubt
whether I should be able to accom
plish it. I should require to lie alone
to carry my design into execution.
And I was never alone! It is not
only that I am watched and guarded
by human forms; if that were not so,
and if they left me to myself, I should
have company.
Oh, God! The accusing eyes, the
terrible white face, with its stnins of
blood! She was pretty, when she
lived, with soft red lips, and her
white teeth shining with smiles, but
now she is appalling. My guardian
devil, in the shape ofa living warder,
who sits in a corner of my cell pre
tending: to watch me, has no con-
sciouness of the awful figure standing
between me and him. It stands
there now; I have but to raise my
eyes to see it. If he could see it as I
do he would leap to his feet and
shriek and beat down the door to
escape from the terror. Why do
not make an effort to rid myself
of it? I did at first; I writhed on
the eround and then, rising in a
fiirv of despair, strove to grasp and
strangle it.
But it encompassed me instead
and breathed an ague into my limbs,
so that I could not stand upright in
its presence. I know now that it
will never leave me in this world
WMl it in the next, or am I doomed
through all eternity to be cursed
with its horrible companionship?
If it is light there, it will be some
small relief of the tortue; but if dark
ness surrounds me, and it I will not
I dare not think of it! You cannot
see the phantom, can you, my
watchful warder, sitting on your
, bench, quiet and calm, with your sly
eyes observing every movement I
make, and ready, upon the slightest
indication, to prevent me from doing
mvself any harm?
They are very careful of me. Oh,
very, very careful! Never was my
life so precious as now as now, when
they have resolved to strangle it out
of me! If I scratched my finger with
a splinter of wood and a drop of
blood were to appear thay would
rush for the doctor and put ointment
on my flesh and treat me as tenderly
as a mot her treats her first babe.
O myjSod what have I .written!
I was my mother's first babe her
dearest, her most cherished, upon
whom she lavished all her love. She
did not care for my sister as she cared
for me, and yet Petsie, with her large
blue eyes and golden curls, was a
pretty little thing. She worshiped
me, too, in her own sweet, childlike
way.. It was I who was the idol of
the home, the hero, the prince,whom
they adored and bowed down to.
The honors I won at school were
greater in their eyes than the
achievements ofthe'greatest conquer
or in the world's history. Even when
Petsie died, my.mother was grateful
that she was taken instead of me.
We sat in the dark on the night of
the funeral, and I knew from the
words my mother spoke that she
was glad I was by her side instead oi
Petsie.
"It is so hai d for girls to get along
in the world," she said, between her
sobs, "and they don't remember
their mothers as boys do. 'A son is
a son all the days of his life;
daughter is a daughter till she be
comes a wife.' I must not repine. I
have much to be grateful for. You
will not forget me, darling?"
"No, mother," I answered, "nev
er." . -
From that day she worshipped me
'with even a deeper, more profound
worship. Yon see, I was all in the
world she bad to love. Ah, the ra
tal she had mapped out for me!
The iov she was to draw from my
" honored manhood! Sue conjured np
Bictares of the future, the happy ru
tore she was to share with me.
"And when mv dear lad is mar
Tied," ibe said, "and has a little son
of Us own"
- Eereiful Ood! Isit all dream?
A dream? No. Was not my old
rasr ban vesterdav. Dale and
: -1 txaaa woe-Wow, with patches
"Wf u Mr s&kimr out of her
:ct, IooUm at mm sorrowfully
t 'f -sear, her eyes
Ji ... . . a mN, a I Mather
Her wistful voi"-e, its trembling ac
cents, stabbed me to the heart. No
thought of hernell but inai was
ever so. By my selfishness and ex
travagance I brought her to pov
erty's door, and never from her Hps
have I heard one word ol remon
strant or reproach. It was not
possible, in her loving mougnis oi
me, that I could do wrong, that I
could swerve from the straight path
of duty and right doing.
"lie calm, my cnuu, oe cairn.
"Oh. mother, mother!" I sobbed.
She sat in the court during my
trial, quivering, panting, enduring
such anguish as never yet fell to a
loving mother's lot, and when my
eves met hers she strove to comfort
and strengthen me by wan. pitiful
smiles. Before and aftrwards,when
my doom was pronounced, she did
not ask me if I was innocent. Such
a question would have been a treason
to love. And now. in this last inter
view, with one hand upon my head
and the other raisedlto Heaven, sue
nulled down vengeance upon those
who had unjustly condemned me.
"1 nrav dav and night," she said,
"upon my bended knees, with all the
strength of my heart and soul, I pray
that the murderer may be discovered
before the dreadful hour that is so
near. Oh, my boy, my boy! My
darling, innocent boy!
And all the while she spoke the ap
palling phantom was standing just
behind her. with its eyes fixed upon
mine. Then is was that I felt myself
compelled to suggest the doubt, which
mercifully, had never yet occurred to
her,
"Mother, you do not believe I am
guilt v. do vour
"Gracious God!" she cried. "Why
do you ask me such a question? Is
it to trv me?" Am I a monster that
such a wicked thought could enter
mv mind? Believe you guilty, my
innocent. suffering child? No!
Though an angel from heaven were
to accuse you, I would not believe it.
I should know it was done for some
purpose to try me, perhaps, as you
are trying me; but if my soul's sal
vation depended upon it they could
not make me believe a thing so mon
strous, so false, so cruel!"
The lips of the appaling phantom
standing behind her moved, and I
seemed to see the words:
"Tell her. Make confession."
It was not an entreaty; it was a
command. I hardened my heart,
and did not speak.
Then my mother related a strange
story of what had occurred to heron
the previous night. She was alone
in ner miserable garret yes, I
brought her to that by my selfish de
mands upon her. Many and many
a time has she given nie her last
pieee of money and gone without
food, to gratify me.
My father left her a comfortable
home. I robbed her of it. He left
her an income sufficient for her wants.
I robbed her of it, to the last farthing,
and upon the altar of a mother's un
fathomable love, she sacificed it will
ingly, cheerfully, gladly. How often
has she said to me, "Here, ray dar-
ling, take it, and God bless you!"
And I took it, heedlessly, and left her
to starve.
On the night previous .to her last
visit to me here in mv prison she was,
as I have said, alone in her miserable
garret, on her knees, praying, pray
ing, praying.
'JPity me, pity me, u, ixtrav sne
praved. "Let the truth be proclaim
ed! Punish the guilty! Bring the
murderer to justice 0, Lord of all.
bring the murderer to justice, and
save my innocent child!
Then an unseen force lifted her to her
feet, and she heard a voice whisper
to her to go into the streets and find
the murderer. It was past mid night,
and she stole down the stairs softly,
for fear of rousing the other lodgers
in the house, and making them bit
terer against her than they were al
ready. "They shrink from me, sne saia;
"thev avoid me. Women mothers,
even who once had pleasant words
for me, hold their dresses close as X
pass, so that I cannot touch them.
But they will know the truth soon,
and they will be sorry."
Into the dark streets she issued,
and wandered hither and thither,
peering into the faces of the men who
sloucnea past ner.
Is this the man?" she asked mute
ly of herself. "Is this the man?"
And she looked lor a ngnt irom
heaven to guide her to the truth.
A policeman laid bis hand upon her
shoulder and twisted her lace to ms.
"I am doing no harm," she moan
ed. "Let me go!"
Seeing who she was, he released
her, and told her, not unkindly, that
she ought not to be wandering
through the streets at such a time of
night.
"You do not know." she sobbed
piteousfv "you do not know. If you
have an innocent child at home, pray
that he may not be brought to shame
and death through man s injusticel"
He let her go, and he continued on
her way. She followed one man, a
miserable, forlorn wretch, who was
muttering to himself, and who hug
ged the wall, so that darkness might
more surely encompass him and hide
him from men's eyes. Every now
and then, she said, he turned his head
sometimes slowly and wearily, as
though he was in dread that he was
being; followed.
"He did not see me." my mother
said; "I kept well in the shade, too,
for I wanted to catch the words he
was muttering to himsMf. I was
ore that I bad been sent ont by a
supreme power to bring him to jus
tice, and to show the cruel world
that my deareon was guiltless of the
crime for which they have condemned
him. The monsters the monsters!
Has the jwdxt who pronounced the
aaj cbtMiwT am oare ne
look them in the face after what
:he
has done?"
She followed the man ior noun,
through streets and parks, where lie
sometimes sat down, but could not
rest for longer than a minute or two
at a time. At length he cam 10 a
bridge. It was still dark and a driz
zling rain was falling. He paused
upon the bridge and looked over the
parapet into the river, and presently
lieswaved as though he were about
to fall. She ran close to him n"
wild scream, and threw her arms
around him and implored him not to
destroy himself, but to come with
her to the prison and confess the
crime.
"What crime?" he cried. "Are you
a madwoman?"
"No," she answered, "I am a mes
senger from heaven. Come with me
to the prison and save your soul.
"Let me go," he shouted, "or I
will do vou a mischief."
"Youare a murderer," sheshrieked,
"n miinlerpr! Helrj! Help!"
Aroused to fury and to a sense of
his danger,, he shook her violently
off, and she was so weak and ex
at..! Hint she fell to the ground.
When she struggled to her feet the
man had escaped.
"I shall go out to-night," she said,
"to search for him, and to-morrow
night us well. They tell me this is
the last time I shall see you, and
that it will be useless my coming to
the prison again, for I shall not be
admitted. But when I find this man,
this murderer, and drag him here,
and when they hear him confess to
the crime, they will give you back to
me, my son, my darling boy! Oh.
what happiness! What happiness!
My heart is breaking at the thought
of it.
"We will goaway together, nndle
ha nnv once more. We will not re-
mainln this cruel city, my darling.
We will go into the country, or to
another land, where there is no in
justice. Yes, I shall find the man, I
shall find him! He shall not escape
from me a second time. Don't for
one moment lone hopo.mvboy! Your
old mother is working for you, and
will set you free."
She knelt beside me and pillowed
my head upqn her breast and spoke
of the old times, and recalled inci
dents of my early life which would
have formed tender reminiscences to
the end of my days had I lived to be
an old and innocent man. Old and
innocent! Ha, ha, ha! Why should
I not laugh in bitter, savage defi
ance at the idea of innocence an d
old age? Ha! ha! ha! What is the
matter with you, my nervous, lynx
eyed warder? Why do you start up
and look at me so suspiciously? Sit
down again, my man; I am only in
dulging in a littienatural merriment.
Don't grudge it to me, this tune
tomorrow I shall not be able to
laugh. But if I were able, and if,
after what is going to tie done to me
is done, you happen to peep into my
coffin when I am cracking my sides;
if you see me grinning and opening
my jaws; it you hsar my voice ex
pressing what I feel you will take
to your heels, my brave fellow, as
quickly as if old Nick were treading
them down.
Is there anvthing on vour con
science, you watchful limb of the law,
thai you could not stand and face it
out; that you could not sumruon
courage enough to drag me from my
coffin, and ask me what the devil I
was grinning lor, when I ought to
be lying like a log of wood in my box
gray and dead, waiting for what
was going to happen next There
is such a conscious strength in
righteousness, you know, that it
ought not to be scared by such a
light thing as a dead man's mirth.
Have you committed a crime so hor
rible that people shudder at the
mere mention of it? Here take my pen,
and confess as I am about to do.
And there was my old mother,
kneeling, pressing me to her breast,
and telling me that shewas going to
save her innocent boy: while the
dread phantom looked down upon
me with its accusing eyes. My moth
er recalled such tender reminiscences
to comfort me as a memorable holi
day in the country, by the seaside in
the summer, when she and I and Pet
sie played upon the sands, and row
ing in a boat on the blue sea, and
listened to the boatman's stories-
false, no doubt about whales and
storms and shipwreck. We had a
wagonette and a picnic in the moods,
where we pelted each other with
flowers.
Petsie isup there," saidmy moth
er, raising her eyes to the black ceil
ing. "waiting for us. But we will
not go until we are called in a nat
ural way, and until my darling's in
nocence is established, retsie is
working for you there, as I am work
ing here.
Then she sang a hymn, in a thin
piping voice, and would have liked
me to join with her in the singing
ui i could not; mv .throat was
parched.
The jailer laid his hand upon her
and lilted her to her feet,
1 line is up," he said, in a low
tone; "you must go."
Cannot I take my dear boy with
me, she said, "only for a few minutes
to breathe the fresh air?"
He shook his head, but did not an
swer in words.
"See," she said, taking some coins
irora her pocket, "these are for you
It is all I have got."
I shuddered, she looked so hungry
and pinched. The sum she held out
to me was threepence halfpenny.
"I would give you more if I had it.
she whispered. "Take it; no one will
snow.
He shook m bead again, and
be dared not allow her to remain
any longer.
"To-night," she said to Mm with
vacant noo or ber head, and mil
i .utilfht I will
liteously at me,
lu nivcvuv - . .... ...... unil
bring the real murderer w
11.3
vr.n a ill set ni v son irrr. , 1 ,
you iu fi II the people
v son tree
vou must: u , ,. , ,.r.
wi!,nr: r. ;e.ai1d v
things nuicuc,---. - not
have been uruaru "i , ., ....
Lh, had offered bin,
fell to the ground; le picked them up
n'LVrr r "V- fche nlaned
, . t.i rAn inu d do what
1
want vou. Oh, I know you
T.;.Z,-nn lie bought.
Id!
.r. ......i in hornrms again:
Mie presseu w- - - . - , - ,
. " ' i-n mv sinful face: 1
11.1 K " 1 " .
shook hkea leaf. 1'.?
arms gently from my neck. M as
. .,..,n,iwit. and as ne
,1
too exmiuM-u i . - ,
supported her minting form to the
door she murmured.
tv. ;,. tn.ii . 'lit Or if not to
V'"".'r. niht! Keep the
D.gUl, lu-u.y. ---? -
,t. ,i...r!inr. in a fi-w hours
iT.-.'i,.i,..,.rt Your old mother
LfWll L iliac i" -
She was gone. 1 he last nun
link that bou
nil me I
was snappeu.
Never again never
again
I thought of her last nignt, in...., -
ing the streets.
It was raining uuiu,
the warden told me.
I haven't asked a favor oi you
vpt, " I said. "Tell me something
more.
Vhnr l.i von want to Know ;
mi. mnther been outside of
npianll a-njlri ttlthlV?"
111U ml
'. . . . i ,.i r" )i
"1 have not s'ii nn i..,...,
,i;,l Iwnsto d she nau wen
hanging about.
"She is not there now?'
"'n. she is not there now?"
It una a foolish nucstion. I knew
where she was toiling through the
pelting rainjn search of the man she
had followed the night Itelore. A
HtnrtliniT contrast uresented its"ll to
tn mo I saw lier os she was at the
r, time, sluvering, attenuated.
starving: her fewpoorclot lies drench
ed with rain; and as she used to lie
in the dnvs of my childhood, n
Monming. nretty woman, with ever
a smile on her lits. with ever a look
of tenderness for mo; the pride of her
lnvinrr heart. 1 here was nn Old
fashioned song she used to sing,
"Let us haste to Kelvin drove
Bonnie Lassie 0!" How sweetly she
sang it! How supremely happy she
was! And now, there upon the
bridge, she wahfiiigering last night,
and will linger tonight, in vain hone
of saving the innocent child, the
ruiltv man. Tonight! My last
night on earthl The stars will shine
no more for me. My last.lust night!
I must hasten with my confession,
for time is waning fast.
My confession! hat a sensation
it will create! The newspapers will
be filled with it. The reporters will
be running like mad in all directions,
and their pens will be hying over
the paper, tearing and scratching at
it, like bloodhounds tearing at the
earth for evidence o( a crime hidden
lieneath. The telegraph will be
flashing the tempting news all over
the world. The placards will
blazen it in enormous letters, and
some of them will be printed in red
ink.
The snug policemen will walk
their beats, with their heads an inch
nearer the sky. When a man whom
they have apprehended confesses to
the murder it adds distinction 1o
their calling. But why don't they
discover the others? If I had been
as cunning as some, I, too might
now be a free man. The newsbovs
will bawl out the delicious morsel in
the street, screaming at the top of
SlnOTKt0ne9?f""Hnt,eX"
citement: "The murderers confes-
sion! Full and particular account
of it! Horrible disclosures!"
There they are winking at each
!ihL?Uheadethej' are d,rivi"
and wishing there was a murder like
this every day. The rascals will
charge two pence, three pence, six
pence for a penny paper I have
paid it myself, when a big murder
case was on. What bustle und ani-
mation everywhere! It will be like a
noiiday. Hundreds of pounds will
be poured into the newspaper tills
I can see my old mother stncirnrin
through the streets with the horrid
din in her ears.
"What! My baby boy, mv darlimr
innocent lad confess to a rrim Z,
T1ATTAW fr n- .i ... 1 ! 1' 1
wiuiuiiicu. iou nars vnn
iiarsi iou nave invented th li
yourselves to sell your papers! Don't
ueutve mem, gentlemen, don't be
lieve tnemi
The crowd follow her ai alia atntM
bleu on, pleading, moaning, wrinir-
'W ho is she?" some ask of theoth
era.
lltl'l If. ...
wnousne: whv i. . m,.n
the murderer's mother' llnn.n.i u
..,,, ..-v.oj.uo.
Thev w h.. u
J1
" :t r: "rr urrouna
hasn't beensucha treat in the slreeU
yr muutiis aau months. And when
L-.'T ,2.e,Pe rromthem,
u a . earret, i
moaning and sobbinir
at the wickedness ol the world th
mob of people outside linger for honrs
and point out the h.ma u,i.;,.i. '
the murderer's motw 7" T"!
uiuies. gaie. v Uy, If she were I
" oee" " music halls and
in a song about me, she would
mak.afortnn.inamonth.
I can see the newsDaner h-
. . 7"' r io not dim
i-wws, paid tor with the
moMy thsy hate maA. nn
Hsan mraiiiaa sv t j r
ft AM what will allthS.
oateompaastoaats tho(wtnpoti mt,
il
here in my prison
raiting
"ar'therharchdork
ing the
,.ountine up
bow many more
arm,
done for?
all! I 'u
Iamn tliem, our
not confess!
Afrlrt f.ret feret.
. -i ...l. sVti-h
The great fori irw
Stanley n.
i-ntly passed,
timated to rover - -
small pan.
-m.-h extends
trreat African ionit - - -
1 tllB t
almost unl.roKemy " -
coast in the Gaboon and -
dons, with a width of olsenunu..
dred miles, in the great lakes. Tw.
Mt of timber, trending away to the
h,artoltbecontin.-ntina uin-v...
a little south of east, is inr
forest region in the world, a.- oru.nK
to the New York Sun. A part of it
etrikes south of the Congo at the
t northern bend of that rner,
. i : l.;n elm
n,l theeountryemira-e.iu"'
R ith a
compact
" ., .,.! -.i.Wi,
read-
orest, ineioweiu. uu ,
... uLi.ttiri.' out a large
part
o( the hUn)ifr)it.
In these forests, compiciei sum.
.-1,1 llvO
out from the rent oi m-
hundreds of thousands ol people w ho
are almost unknown to the trilx-s
iving mthesavanna regionsoutside.
Scattered through the big wood
i.l.in t lie Congo lend are littlecom-
M.nnitirm of Hat w a dwarfs, of whose
existence the traveler has no inkling
until he suddenly conies upon them.
Here also, along the Sankuru Hiver,
i .. .I....ril...l ).v
are t he iree jmim.i kjhh u. -
lip. Wolf, where the natives live in
huts built among the branches to
e npe the river Hoods. It was in
great clearings ma.ie in mew iurt-tn
that Kund and Tupi-etiUf k dis
covered some of the most notable
villages vet found in Africa, where
well-built huts, with gable roofs,
live both sides ofa neatly kept street
that stretches away for eight or
nine miles. These villages are even
more interesting than the street
towns in the more sparsely timbered
regions south ol them, wnirn wpre re
garded as very wonderful when they
were first discovered w lssmaun.
It w lis his account of these villages
that led Bishop Tavlor to (hoose
this part of Atrica as the goal he
wished to reach.
Last year tho Commercial Com
nanv which is investigating uie
tr(l4e resource ofthe Congo, sent iu
steamer, th Koi des Beiges, up the
Ikatta IUver into this great timber
land, and the explorers described the
country nlong the banks as "covered
with an almost unpenetrable virgin
forest. Jt is a veritable ocean of ver
dure, from w hich emerges here and
there a wooded mountain." (ireen-
fell penetrated the forest for long
distances on several sout hern tribu
taries of the Congo, and on the upper
courses of these rivers he sometimes
found the wide-spreading branches
forming a complete roof above the
stream.
A Little Child's Presence of Mind.
Ralph Ball, a little fellow 5 years of
age, is the hero of the day in Carbon
dale, Pa. Several children were
playing around an unprotected well,
when Eddie Widner decided to take
a drink from it. As the water rises
within a foot of the surface the little
fellow thought he could reach it by
lying on his stomach and putting
, u , , ... . "
8 head down to tl,p wu,er' but in
trying this feat he lost his balance
and plunged head first into ih
"Pring, which U over six feet deep.
In his fall he turned a complete
somersault, coming up head Bret.
but as he went down he uttered a
cry that attracted the attention
of
a inu) mill), ivaiuil llall. whn is
only 5 years of age. Tho latter
hastened to the place, and with a pre-
IT0",8 Pre""nce of minl that would
have deserted many an adult, he
too.k ln he situation at a glance,
boy.' he ,hld biH he,ld nbve tho
Burmce .' Pe ftter until the united
voices or the children drew
who was working near bv
rescue. Eddie was restored
parents rather the worse
a man
to the
to his
for his
dangerous bath, but
completely
was soon
resuscitated . Cliicago
limes.
Uf Wits as Asiwsr.
I Tl f
ix-niutnin k. itnti..r 4i ,
dnva f hi. '
j pmuii hi, me nar. wna
I Mii.imJ ! . '
. VHUU' w P.vt notice
in a suit iu which h ... j
, tSnS,
im to name th.
"ewMpu')er in whicl desired the
aa'wtiHement inserted
at that time
, "en auvenis-
rr' Journtt' entirely iirooid K
mot ofthe community, was the onW
n. m.i . . " ' l,w onv
t . "" ' the judicial dis-
conU-mptuousfv when tW 7
the notice In Th. AVvSiTot
don't know Ta Hmt' 1
u.. u".cn
mi errant
i" wMnuiiiirM n w a a
niPK to trif u wbatTi Lrt
know, bscaoM If U CT -."i !
naat. 'Tmaeaieo Arte.
cell.eount-
UCHT.
Ijxtann Diullurr bu laveutrj
x,er.t. It l ni.J who.lv of ti,e
I cork tree o4 U very lijt.
There oumen air,t;,i m iit
tie who a if lino u isd'.aa burinl
sure w ui w.ia quir knj uiiul.
CkiOr dandelions in s frying iiau .
I lltle water tod k ttun ti;c of UM.n i
tet reoomnwBuea wy f ank.i
if althful .nii duh.
MDDWH J a law LI-
i.r pxscuiloiik wiore utjrie. ai,,i i ,..
. ' . .tl
. 11 - ' : U S
Eltne their eiw-tilion.
i.a .fflnM In invlt. !1m . .
i nn utritrm (.in uimi.uu un r. -f.r.i ....
ittaiiK'd by tte volume '-Hvmn'k. At tr
iad Modern." 1 wetay niilii.,n ct,tm- t,
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Tlicr in la the .cxir bou st AlUtv
I,,, k IMffTO WQO BC : J m ( n tj.
,w,A ll.Kl lisftl L 1M I.A..P ,. VI ... L
... - ' , wiiDr
on ofleu, md "hit my hat aiul aa boajj
a i.rii
It i liek-rd that the L'niW Slute lr,
ill the cheap tea trjvtn in China. wh.
.he b t rmht (fo to Ktijciand ata I raii.r
n return, however, w." k-d.1 to Chiia
he jor-t ami ch.-aiet rain.-J
The avfraite wumau waikt fiirihTljia
kh'i than a dnivw, ih tanj .m4 Urltm
notv than a hlaokamith, be ih-fle ie
f hi'allh more than tni- lDl:an. aoj tl.t
A-omier wny aoti iu i wt.i like tLhn
'olka.''
In a rane in a itniKio uana roun tt
)thi-r day It waa atwwn a farm.-r we, 4
ramp to aaw thn-e CiM of wiuliM-,-'or
lKi(rii.f iwl hreakfat. an! w
nan n-fuwd ha wa at't ujK.n aad tii!j
jt-aU-n.
Mi Kc Orexcl, whn wa left a ttrt.ai
)f I ;.' iW by her father, mitcmi Xl.e tib-,-etit
of the Slatrra of M'T.-V a'. I'iUW jrj
ivenV.y. She waa re-eive.i aa a uhm,
ind at the end of two years wi'.l rr.lve tto
)la-k veil.
Some n-i'etit exfariments ma-le in
jrove that a person sitliiic In a dramrbs, Ui
malter bow warm the wlml. w.ll :u-t,rfc4
n from throe to ten minuUn. Kttu a
:han(rf of neckties (rave on.; subvl a u4
jj the head.
Two faniilics llvinsj in the .i-n hon
St Louis buy a of leer a' the time ,ni
he keir is tapl at both ends. ail wli
family draws from a seiiam', tp.vtt. ;
his way, as they tijre, neither ran p..v
liore than hia fair share.
The ravans of the hlrds In the corn tf.t
if llumwell county. South ( 'aroiina, ai aV
no! without precedent. In many p.irrs
he fields have hern p;antvl the seroid
.luie. and now the birds are d'-viurmf t(.s
,ouii)f corn as fast aa It appears.
llattie dark and Fannie t'enninmon. two
t'ounp ladies of Lincoln. Neb . asiotinhed
heir friends rcenUy by eloping with a
wty of (iypsies ronsislini of two mB sr.d
neold woman. T!i g-iris are snout 1 1
xku years old and quite handsome.'
Some essential oil diati.iers at Ksi.drerr,
i'a.. are now busily eitra. tin cil frut !t
alrch, which la very plentiful In u
vicinity. The oil Is used for median, ft
fumery and randy rlavorin?. The raw
L-ticle is a favarite with country school-
aai4Trs.
I London has fifty-nine fire enpM suiimk
:o about one hundred and eii;ht-o kul-o
-niii-s in the metropolitan area C.!a:n
Shaw has asked for means to provide mote
fticlent protection aint Are fur the
tietrotn.lia. bis chief romplaibl heinit ihal
f lack of water.
The ini.rtan-e of the study ot hyfi.e is
aecoiniiifr tfttntnujra earn ,vnr uii
-nor.', tlno frentlenian has offered to r-ve
, tS,,ito toward the endowment of a chair ot
ayirencin the fnlversity of !nnv,vw..
in eondlikm that a like uu i rs;-4 to
wmpicle the sum of -').i.
A cow U-lonirinif to Isaac Whitesi'i'
Jefferson ville, Ind., was bitten by a npA
loir and showed svmntom of hjdrwiibobU.
She broke out of her stable and chrfl
;verj Uilng In alifht, several persons haritc
very narrow escapes. A darinif yocl
U-rcepted the aulma! and cut her thrxat
The preiteat harvest reaped by
Yorkers durinic the centennial was fw
window letllnira and the next by the
trade. The hotela and restauranU aiwdid
an immense bualaess. The fashioosi't8
tores, on the other hand, were almost fir
serted. No one wanted to If" shoppy
such a time.
Woman riifhtto clothe herself UK
tnillne r artnenu la fast briag rerofff.t
I'aria. Formerly It was proscruied, hut
now tolerated by the pjlice, and !!
nliod as permissible In blifh -il rir
One well-known kutboreas is said to
herself almost every day on the UwK"
la the dUiruisc of a man.
Insu-ad of encouraifinir e m hi ration,
hitherto, tho author.tles of Ireland are
courmriiir It, tho op o ai lekrt(f "
country so fast. At Liojerfc lb n
is ereatiun much ktMnllon. So
Ifranu for the L'nite4 StaU-s are pa8
throatrb the town that there isa!ni a ler
that the country will be depopu!i-
It Is said that once In every twenty
the common swamp cane or
hlooma. VV. It. Carpenter, of Klljcrtcouiii).
a that in lw all the brake were su."
in that county, and that now. in i""" '
are atrain In flower. The bloom '"" .
a (rood crop yar, for In 1 U woon,ou " ,1
a ii , r atiwvj aj w s - .
si.- v'
It waa the beat crop year ever
that sen ion. , .
Many cmeltlk. are said to be pr
on the Indian of the Flathead re j-
in Montana br the native police. J(1
lilfious and moral leather re il1
couraire the savairo in these cushm.
ter Sunday i made a grand wnwo.
at the mission, and the women ree1"'
lv chaalisd. An Indian woman .
cently whlpid with her hand tW
herbkk and then thrust Into I"--"8:-
while imprisoned tho unfortuni- y
irave birth to a dead Infant, acror. inf
the Portland Oreaonlan. Ad in4'ef1"r"
by the (rovernnwwt authorities at w "
U mlKht develop aomo urli;nif tv
What are known by tl n0,t! t,'T);
bricka have be.n satisfactorily ,,llr1)i(,r. '
aa pavln maUrlkl In some parts ol
many. These brick are ma le by m
eual paru of flnely rounl red .rt
ous slute knd Bnely ground clay, w (
KldlUon of A per coiit of Iron or J.
irredlenU thus miaeJ tofWh ,r 10l
moistened with a aolullot of W lr ra
lulpbkte of Iron ore, to whlc
lm ore is added, until
how a cooslkleocy of '"
Haume After talk In compound
In a DTMk. drW4. dipped once or or
BTkaiMl Iron ore knd then bkl ,n" ,
for atoat forty st(Bi hour In"
saw,
LIVELY TURNS OP THQV