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About The Sioux County journal. (Harrison, Nebraska) 1888-1899 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 21, 1897)
GOLDILOCKS. Gold Muck ut ob tht grut. Tying op of poalaa fair. Hardly oould a lunbaam paM Through the eload that was her balr. Pnrpla orchldi laateth long, Primroea flowert are fair and clear. Oh, the maiden ung a acme It would do you good to hear. Bad before her leaned the boy, "Ooldllooka. that I lore well: Happr creature, fair and cojr, Think o' me, tweet Annabel." Goldilocka ihe ihook apart. Looked with doubtful, boubtful era, Like a bloaaom In her heart. Opened out her first surprise. The boy may clear bis brow. Though she thinks to say him nay. When she sighs, "I cannot now; Come agein some other day." Jean Ingelow THE ENGINE DRIVER. Tea, sir. That old ahuntln' engine that's puffing an' snortin' like a broken-winded old horse, could tell a tale, it it wasn't so short o' breath. That's the very engine old John Wright used to drive when I was his stoker. Let me see I've been drlvln' three year aye, It'll be ten year come next September. He was a fine figure of a man, was John. He stood six feet one an' a half in his stockin's. an' was broad In the shoulders, too In bis greasy peaked cap, an' oily blue Jacket, he looked a giant. "Waa he an old man?" "Oh, no; he'd be forty odd, I sup pose, but I was a young man of twenty-three, an' he seemed old, like, to me. As I've said, he was a bachelor an', as far as I knew, likely to remain one. There wasn't much of the la dles' man about John. But still waters run deep, they say, an' John Wright had his little secret. "About three mile out o' town, I used to notice that he whistled three times and always looked across a couple o' fields, a bit farther on, as If he were lookin' for somethin. I ask ed him once or twice what It was, but he edged me off, an' changed the sub ject, so I didn't press it. But I kept my eyes open. "It was early winter when I first went on to stoke for John, an', of course, bein' a goods train, It was gen eraly gettin' on for eight o'clock at night when we passed this partie'lar spot, bound for Barnham, fifty mile away. It's 'up bank,' as I daresay you know, from here to Longbrldge, eight mile up the line, an' we never got any great speed on until we'd passed that length, espcclaly when we'd a heavy freight. But all I could make out for some months was the dim outline of a cottage, that had an 'upstairs' window with a red blind. The cottage lay a couple o' fields away. What made me notice the red blind was that as we passed, the window was always suddenly lighted up. "Aye, an' so was John Wright's face as soon as ever be saw it. Such a smile! an' he bad a kind face, nad old John an' then he'd seem lost a bit, as if he were thinkln' o' somethin' as was good to think about. "I chaffed John rarely about it, first time I saw It, an' he blushed he did indeed sir! Though his face was grimy on the top, and copper color under that, I'll swear he blushed. But he looked pleased an' proud, for, by that time, we'd grown such thick friends, that I'm sure he didn't mind me knowln'. "Then, bit by bit, It all came out. John and her father, who used to be pointsman at Chubb Junction, half a mile farther up the line than the cot tage, had been lads together. John had gone up for a 'camp' every Sunday for many a year. He'd known Mary Mathers since she was born, an' when she was a little lass he'd nursed her on his knee, an" told her he'd wait for her. I dare say he meant it In fun at the time, but, as she grew up, he knew he liked to be where she was better than anywhere else in the world. That's how he put It, sir. Then Tom Mathers, her father, fell ill, an' I learnt afterwards, an' I guessed even then, that John Wright made his wages keep four Instead of one. Mary's father never worked again. He was on his back for eighteen months, an' then be died. "An' then, you may be sure, John was a father to the fatherless, an' a husband to the widow as far as look in' after 'em went, at any rate only he wanted to be a husband to the daughter, Mary. "Mary seemed to make no objection. Why should she? She'd never met anybody she liked better, an' a finer fellow than John Wright never walk ed! "One Saturday night he says: "Harry, you'd better walk o'er wl' me to-morrow. ' 'Walk o'er wP you,' I says; 'where?' " 'Why, to Mrs. Mathers', to be sure. I'd like you to know my Mary. An' then vou can tell me what you think of my swetheart'. An' as he said it that sweet, far-off look came In his face, an' I knew be loved that lass as few lasses are loved. "Well, I went; an' I wished at tne time I'd stayed away. It was love at first sight wl' me, an' I felt I should never, never be the same again. Ood forgl' me! but after that 8unday I felt at timet I hated John Wright. When he stood at the stile, at the croslng midway between the cottage an' the signal-box as she did every evenln' from the very day I went wl' John an' waved her hand to him, bashful like, an' he threw her a clumsy kiss I felt I could ha' knocked him off the engine. "I fought again' It an', you must understand, I didn't feel that way all the time, for we ware good frienda, an' no on would have Been a differ ence; but when he talked of ber, In his quiet way ef bein' wad, an" such-like It waa like knives In ma. "Then he pressed me to go again an' spend Sunday at the cottage. I put him off, but be wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. So, whether for fear of hurtin' his feelings, or because I couldn't keep away, I can't say, but I yielded, an' went After that I went several times, an' each time I got deeper an' deeper in love with John's sweetheart, aye, an' what seemed worse, I couldn't help knowln' that Mary was troubled the same way. But I will say this, I never tried to make Mary love me, an' never a word of love passed between us, but, sometimes, I thought I saw trouble in Johu's eyes, an' then I vow to myself to go no more. "One evenln', in the early autumn of that year, we were goln' at as good a speed as the Incline would let us, an' just gettin' towards the cottage. John had sent me around to tb' front o' the engine with my oil-can, an' I couldn't help lookin' ahead to see if Mary was standin' waltin' at the stile. Yes, she was ther as usual, right in front of us, for the line curved to the right just at the stile, an' was hidln' from view be hind a little wood. I could see her print dress, an' the same white linen bonnet she wore when I first saw her In the garden on that spring evenln. Oh, how my heart went out to her, an' how that old wicked feelin' to wards John rushed through me, an' made my nerves tingle from head to foot. "Mary had her back towards us a very unusual thing an' I remember wonderin' why. Then the usual three whistles sounded, short an' sharp. She turned instantly, an' threw up her hands like one demented. We went thunderin' down to the crossin' where she stood, an' I saw her eyes starin' at me, like coals of fire set In a face as white as chalk. She fas cinated me. "Just then old John shut off steam, an' I heard him doin' a thing he'd never done afore reversin' the en gine! All of a sudden Mary seemed to wake up, an find a horrible dream true, for I heard above the roar of the train, the grindln' of the rails, an' the shriek of the brakes.that bad been Jammed hard down I heard one piercing scream. It was a word my name 'Harry!' "Of course, all this happened In a breathless second or two. Half a life time is sometimes squeezed into half a minute, sir. I took my eyes from Mary's face as we passed her, stand in' as if turned to stone, an' I looked ahead. Heavens! what a Bight! Bearin' down on us at a great speed was an engine an' tender a runaway! It was comln" down the bank tender first, an' we were timed to meet at the junction. I saw It all in a flash. The train was jumpln' like a buckin' horse, an', with my body all of a tremble, I'd as much as I could do to get back to the foot-plate. "There Btood John Wright, ot course, I seemed to see him, an' naught else. He'd done all man could do, an' was standin' stock-still, with one hand on the lever. But It wasn't his stillness that made the tears start to my eyes. It was the look on his face. It made me nearly forget the doom to which we were rushing. I can't describe It. It was the look of a man who has nothing left to live for whose hope had been suddenly wiped clean out for ever. "The Instant he saw me his face changed. He sprang towards me an', seizin' me by the arm with a grip of steel, spoke In a horse whisper that could be heard above everything: 'Jump off, my lad you've time you can do it. Jump off! for her sake she loves thee, lad she loves thee for her sake. Harry for Heaven's sake!' "I Bald. 'Nay, John.' " ' 'Quick,' he Bays. 'Harry! Harry! Jump for your Mary's Bake;' "I swung one leg off the engine life was dear an' prepared to spring into the grass. Then a great surgln' love for this man came over me, an' I turned sudden-like, an took him by the hand, an' I says, 'John, we'll stick together, an' die together If It's God's will for her sake'. An' he Just gave me that sweet look, an' stepped In front of me, as if to put his great frame betwixt me an' death, an' there came a crash as If heaven an' earth had met, an' I seemed to roll over an' over, an' then It felt as If the whole earth had risen up an' smitten me an' 1 knew no more. "I woke from a troubled dream, that seemed to have lasted a lifetime, an' opened my eyes, half conscious, an' not sure but I was still dreamin' Then I slipped off again, an' I remem ber thinking that the sweet eyes, that mine had seemed to meet, were the eyes of my guardian angel. An' they were, sir for, when I opened my eyes again, all the past came back to me with the tearful face of Mary Mathers. "I put my hand out on the counter pane, an' she put hers gently on the top of It. An', believe me, sir, that's the only way I ever 'popped the ques tion.' We'd been through too much together to need much fuss. '"Where Is he?' I framed my Hps to say. I don't know whether she heard, but she understood, for she put her hand Into her bosom, an' drew out a black-edged card, an' held It before my eyes, whilst her own filled again with tears. I read: 'In love Ing memory of John Wright, who was killed at the post of duty.' " "And you've been happy In your married life?" "Happy! Happy Isn't the word for It, sir. OQr la one of the matches made in Heaven.'' HE S0U6HT HIS LIBERTY. STORY OF THE LAST SURVIVOR His Family Was Free and He too Longed for Freedom After a Vain Effort to Run Away He waa at Last Allowed to Buy Himself. There la living in Lexington an old negro, Harry Slaughter, who Is the last survivor of the negro insurrection of 1849. He waa born on March 18, 1818, and grew to be a man of remark able physique. In 1849 he waa owned by Miss Sid ney Edmiston, who had at that tim' one of the most costly residences in Lexington. She had a fondness foi male servants of gigantic proportions, and on acount of his size he was made a dining-room man. Although well treated, he longed for freedom This is the story be told one day of his at tempt to obtain it. He is now in his eightieth year. "I was in my prime, going on 32 years old," he said, "when a man named Doyle came to me and told me that he would pilot me across the Ohio River for $100 and guarantee me safe conduct. All my family were free, the girl to whom I was engaged to be married was freeborn, and I wanted to marry my sweetheart as a free man and not as a slave. On a Saturday night In the first week In August, 1849, Doyle and forty-five of us negroes left Lexington by way of the Russell Cave Pike. We wen armed with pistols and bowle knives. I carried an old fashioned pepperbox revolver and a large bowle knife. The movement was afterward referred to as an 'Insurrection,' but it was mis named. We did not Intend to fight unless attempts were made to capture us, but we pledged ourselves that if we were overtaken by white men and they made an effort to capture us wc would fight as long as possible. "We travelled all night that first night and remained hidden during the day in the bushes. We ate roasted ears of corn which we gathered from the cornfields through which we pass ed. Sunday night we continued our travels, and we reached a point by daylight on Monday morning near Ruddell's mill. On Tuesday night we were within five miles of the Ohio River. "The news of our escape from Lex ington had reached the people of that section, and a posse of twenty-five men, including county officials, was in close pursuit of us. The men scat tered in all directions, and only one remained with me, a negro known a& 'Shad.' When we reached the Licking River we plunged in and swam and waded across. Then ten or a dozen white men surrounded us. They quickly captured Shad and tied him but I was determined they should not take me. I cried out in a loud voice: "'I will not be taken! Ihe man that kills me is my friend! I had rather die here and now than go back to slavery!' "Miss Sidney's nephew, Maury Pin dell, had, unknown to me, offered $000 reward for my safe return to Lexington. The men who had sur rounded me were working for this re ward, I afterward learned, and that Is the reason they did not try to kill me. The men tried to take me, and as fast as they would come within striking distance I would knock them down. I fought them for five minutes with my fists. I had thrown my bowie knife away for fear I might kill one ol them. When the ten men found they could not capture me they called to the other members of their posse, fif teen in number, who were on the mountain. They came down. They were led by a great big man with a coarse voice. He wanted to know why they didn't take me. One of the men told him that they couldn't. The big man got very mad and declare that he had never seen a negro that he couldn't take. He made at me, and when he came within striking distance I knocked him down. Several of hia followers tried to help him out, but 1 knocked them down as fast as they came to me. Finally an old gentleman with gray hair, who was called Major by the men, began talking to me. He said they didn't want to hurt me, and if I would go with him be would take me to Brooksvllle and would not allow me to be harmed. I respected his age and his gray hairs and told him that I would go with him. "The next day they reached Brooks vllle with us and I was kept in Jail for seven weeks. I was charged with being one of the ringleaders of the 'In surrection,' but Madison C. Johnson, Maury l'indell and Judge Graves came down to Brooksvllle and interceded In my behalf. They proved that we wer not insurrectionists, but were simply trying to obtain our freedom. Well, 1 was taken back to Lexington and put Into Pulllam's negro Jail. I was kept there for a month or more. Miss Sid ney had a long talk with me and con sented to let me buy myself. I immed lately borrowed the money and married my sweetheart, and in Just five years and six months from that day I had paid every dollar of the borrowed money, with interest, the total amoun' being $987. All the other boys whp were with me du-e that struggle fet liberty are dead. I don't suppose t will last much longer, but I thank Go that I have lived for forty-six years free man." New York 8un. "Why do you Insist upon taking your wife out for such long walks In this rough wenther?" "The doctor bus told her that she must be very careful not to talk when she is out In the cold air." "Sny, wbo'a your doctor?" Cleve land Leader. NEW TARGETS FOR THE ARMY. Old Bull's-Eyes to Give Way to Fig ures of Men. When the trained marksmen of the Transvaal routed the regular troops of Great Britain at Majuba Hill by shoot ing with such marvelous skill as to pick off the redcoats like so many deer on a hill, a great outcry was heard in British army circles against the folly of teaching a soldier to shoot by plac ing him opposite a target and telling him to place a bullet as near to the bull's-eye as possible. The United States Army officers have just come to the same conclusion as did the British after the disaster of Majuba Hill. As a consequence of this awakening there will shortly be issued a set of targets to be used at the va rious rifle ranges that will revolutionize the old system of training soldiers to become marksmen. Instead of the bull's-eye in the center of a square tar get, the object to be aimed at will be a black mark representing, as nearly as possible, the figure of a man as it appears when he lies prone on the ground, rifle presented, in the act of taking aim. A second target will show the fig ure of a man taking aim while In a kneeling position. The figure is mounted on a square background of white, and is carefully drawn to meas urements so as to present a mark as nearly as possible like that at which the soldier would have to shoot were he fighting for his life In actual con flict. This figure will be used as a tar get at medium distances, from five to six hundred yards. Still another target represents the full figure of a man standing and fir ing. This is for long distance practice and will enable a marksman to see ex actly the effect produced by his skill In firing. Every shot that hits the fig ure would kill or maim were the target a living mark. The largest target of all, and the one therefore, that will be used at extreme range, Is intended to represent the fig ure of a mounted man. This is more particularly designed for carbine prac tice by cavalrymen. The troopers will be taught to shoot at the target from horseback as well as dismounted, and, as in the case of the standing man tar get, will be Instructed to aim at the centre of the mass, the idea being that killing the horse of a cavalryman does no less damage to the fighting effec tiveness of an enemy's force than shooting the rider. A project of introducing moving tar gets based on the same system as that described above is being considered by the military authorities. New York Herald. JUSTICE IN ALASKA. Takes a Witness a Whole Year to Attend Court. A cry for Justice comes to Congress from Alaska, says the New York Sun. Away up in the Yukon Valley is a place called Circle City, where there is a population of 5,000 loyal citizens of the United States. Sitka, the capital of Alaska, where the federal court is held, is so remote that the people In and about Circle City can not go so far to obtain judicial assistance or pro tection; and they want Congress to give them a court in their own region. In a letter addressed to the Governor of Alaska, by Mr. George W. Morgan, who describes himself as the chair man of the grand Jury at Circle City, the writer says that "it would take one year for a witness to leave here and attend court in Sitka, thereby causing not only a great loss of time, but great expense to himself, as he would not be able to return here until the next year." It appears from a petition ac companying this letter that the grand Jury of which Mr. Morgan was chair man was a select body of citizens ap pointed at a meeting of the residents of the mining district "to inquire into the causes wheh led to a recent hom icide in our midst," and that in fact there Is no justice whatever there ex cept wholly outside the law through the agency of miners' meetings. This Is an evil which ought promptly to be remedied by congressional action. A Costly Saddle. The finest and most costly saddle In America is owned In California, where it was manufactured. It is owned and was designed by Dixie W. Thompson, a wealthy rancher of Ventura county, whose home is in Santa Barbara. The saddle is of typical Mexican pattern, with a high pommel, well hollowed seat, and the most elaborate trappings. The work was done In Santa Barbara under Mr. Thompson's supervision, and is such as only the Spanish could pro duce. The saddle Is of fine embossed leather, set thick with silver buttons and rosettes, the pommel Incased with silver, the corners of the apron tipped with It, the stirrups faced and edged with silver half an inch thick, elabor ately chased and carved. The saddle tree Is hung with silver rings to answer the vaquero's requirements. The girth Is woven from horses' manes by na tive artisans, and is full eight inches broad. The reins, martingales, and whips, are composed of solid silver In woven strands. The bridle, reins, and accessories, weighing about twelve pounda, are worth about $250 in the value of coin silver used. Each year Mr. Thompson adda something to the beauty and value of the saddle, and It has already coat about $3,000. The X rays are now used In the yueen's kitchen. They are an Instant and Infallible detective of stray fish bones, plum stones and what not that may accidentally get Into the royal food. The ray lifts a great weight of responslbllty fom the cook's mind. HOWLING MACDONALOITES. A New Sect Which Does Amazing Things While Worshipping. There Is a new rellglous'sect In the University City, the members of which style themselves MacDonaldltea. They settled In Cambridge about a year ago, but it Is only recently that they have bad a settled place of worship. One peculiar feature of the worship of the MacDonaldltea Is the immense amount of noise they always make in con ducting services. The people in the vicinity of the cnapel say the repre sentatives of the new sect are so en thusiastic in their demonstrations dur ing the meetings that they make life a burden to any one within hearing. The regular meetings are held on Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday even ings, and the congregation as a whole at each meeting works itself up to a state of frenzy similar to the wild ex citement of an old-fashioned Metho dist camp meeting, but far more in tense. There are perhaps 150 men, women and children in the congrega tion, entirely from the working class of people. There is apparently no pastor or other spiritual leader. After a few worde of prayer or exhortation the audience sings from a hymn book. Soon the books are laid aside and by a rapid process of evolution the mu sical notes become howls, shrieks and groans, as if from souls in mortal dis tress. The movements of the bodies are unnatural anu physically distress ing. The face is distorted, the lower limbs drawn up, and the head thrown back. Men and women rise from their seats and sway their bodies to and fro as they emit ear-piercing yells. Grad ually the muscles stiffen and the eyes become set until the enthusiast seems to be in a trance. After this condition has continued for an hour or so the worshippers suddenly seem to recover their normal selves and the meeting comes to an abrupt close. The members of this strange sect are good citizens. They are not disposed to be talkative about their religion. New York Sun. HIS MEMORY BLOTTED OUT . Pastor Hanna Learning Again to Read and Write. A corresimiident to the New York Sun writes: The queerest case of amnesia ever known In Connecticut exists in Plants ville, a village of 500 inhabitants, aoout twenty miles from Hartford on the Northampton branch of the Con Holidated Road. The Rev. T. C. Han na. pastor of the Plautsville Baptist Church, Is the sufferer. On April 17 Mr. Hanna stopped his horse to ad just a stray of bis harness. This act cost him his education. As he at tempted to jump from his carriage his feet caught in the carriage robe; he was thrown headlong to the ground and knocked unconscious. He was found and taken home by friends, but his mind was gone, and when con sciousness returned his memory was a blank. Ills parents stood by his bed when, an hour after the accident, he moved ngaiu and mumbled something Inarticulate, but he did not know them; he did not. even know the mean ing of the words "father" and "moth er." He could not speak a word of any language, and the task of teaching him to talk, walk, and act was begun all over ngaiu. The relations of his family were ex plained to him, and he was taught to read, write, and even eat His loss of vocabulary was easily overcome, as he remeniliered, with wonderful mental tenacity, the meanings of the longest words as soon as they were explained to him. As the child, before he be gins to go to school, picks out famil iar words on household subjects, Mr. Hanua began to learn language and words from a Scripture roll that his father hung up over his bed. Every bit of the Bible that he had learned had slipped from bis memory, but he has memorized much since the acci dent, although he cannot yet read the Bible understanding. He does a lit tle light reading, mostly of simple story books. Mr. Hanna was a vigorous athlete, but he has forgotten bow to play base ball and also how to ride the bicycle. His friends taught him how to mount his wheel, how to dismount and how to control It as they would a young ster three or four years old. He was an ndept tj-iowriter, and copied all his sermons, but be has forgotten all knowledge of the machine and is now learning' the keys again. He has, bow ever, found this hard work, and is de voting most of bis time to making scrip letters with the pen. His second childhood has a romantic side. Mr. Hanna has shown for sev eral years a marked preference for a young woman of the village, but when he met her after his accident be did not know her. He was Introduced to her, and friendship Ix'tween the two has again developed. All his friends are being introduced to him again. He greets them warmly, learns of tbelr former association with him with in terest, and Invariably remembers the right names, although a dozen friends come at a time to meet him. Ills memory In this reaped has been re markable since his accident. Mr. Hanna has just been In New York to consult a specialist. It was feared that be would be frightened by the locomotives, but he regarded rheni merely with Interest. The excitement of his trip to New York did not act up ou lil m favorably, uud he will probab ly be treated at his home till his re covery Is more complete. There Is no fracture, and the prevailing opinion Is that he struck on his head, pressing the cerebral cellular tissues together. He has never felt any pain. All the phyidclnns believe that Mr. Hanna will regain his mental strength as years go by, but they doubt that be will ever have memory of Incidents that occurred before bis Injury. , ONYX IN KENTUCKY. Valuable Beds of this Stone Dis covered. It has been discovered that there are In the State of Kentucky the richest and most extensive beds of onyx ever known to exist Their value la bil lions of dollar. As soon aa the work Ing thereof la begun thousands of per sons will be given employment An idea of the richness of these beds may be gained from the fact that in one tract alone 300,000 cubic feet of onyx that is unsurpassed In texture if visible. The color of the stone variee greatly and in shades hitherto un known. The average value of onyx ranges from $3 to $15 a cubic foot, and as this onyx is of the superlative de gree a child can see its immense value. Up to the present time onyx beds have been known to exist in Arizona, Arkansas and Virginia. In Arizona, where the richest beds are located, they were a considerable distance from the railroad, making the securing of the onyx an expensive matter. The Ken tucky beds are easily accessible, and it is an actual fact that it will be possi ble to land the onyx in New York City for a sum less per cubic foot than the duty on onyx is to-day. Wondrous tales of what the onyx beds in Old Mexico formerly yielded have been told. It was calculated that from the Pe drara quarry, in Mexico, which cover ed three or four acres of ground, more than fifty million dollars' worth of onyx had been taken previous to 1892, when the beds were exhausted. The onyx exported from Mexico is com paratively small in amount and the duty is so great that it makes it ex ceedingly high priced. It may easily be seen that the prospects of the Ken tucky beds are marvellous. The onyx fields of Kentucky lie about eighty miles south of Louisville. It is from twenty to twenty-five miles in length, and from twelve to fif teen miles in width. This great field, practically un known as yet, is certainly a most im portant one. It covers a most extend ed area and contains a large number of most promising deposits. That the stone is in vast quantities is without question. It may be quarried in blocks as large as can possibly be handled, and from those slabs, blocks or col umns may be made as large as may be desired for any purpose. The colors of the stone are varied, intense and unique. In texture it is fine, firm and compact. No clay con cretions occur in it, and it is remarka bly fine from the small interstices in cident to imperfect cryctallization called "sand-holes," so common in fine marbles and other crystalline rocks. St. Louis Star. Afraid of an Explosion. A well-known United Presbyterian minister of this city is telling a story on himself which is creating laughter among his friends. He is of large and generous proportions, and his rotund ity is only equaled by his cheery countenance and genial disposition, so he tells the story with a good grace. Some time ago he was asked to make a Sunday trip down to the Dixmont Insane Asylum, and preach a sermon to some of the milder patients of the Institution. He agreed to do so and some weeks later found him fulfilling his contract. He was expounding one of his best discourses and was trying to make it as impressive to his hear ers as possible. The closest attention was being paid, and two men in the front seat, he noticed, were especially engaged in observing his every word and action. The reverend doctor waa working up to one of the effective cli maxes for which he is famous. Both his arms were being used for frequent gestures, his naturally florid face was reddening from a strong flow of words, and his whole form seemed to swell with the force of his argument. The men on the front seat began to get nervous. Suddenly one of them arose and tapped his companion on the shoulder. His eyes seemed starting from the sockets, and as he made for the door he yelled: "Run, Jimmy, run! He's going to bust!" Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. One of the greatest mysteries to sci entists, one for which there seems to be no reasonable explanation, is that concerning the migration of the lem ming, or Norway rat. Instead of tak ing place once a year, these migra tions occur only once iu every eleven years. When the time comes for the exodus, the little animals journey west ward from Scandinavia, allowing jnotb Ing to stop their movements, which virtually amount to a headlong flight. They swim the lakes and livers and climb the highest mountains lu lucal cu able numbers, devastating the whole country through which they puss. I'lttsburg Dispatch. A large audience once gathered In Paltimore to hear the late Professor Sylvester read a unlue original poem of 4(10 lines, all rhyming with one name Rosalind, lie had appended to the poem a large number of explana tory footnotes, which he said he would read first. When at last he bnd done no he looked up at the clock, and was horrified to find that be bad kept the audience an hour and a half before be ginning to read the poem they bad come to bear. The astonishment on bla face was answered by a burst of good humored laughter from the audience, nnd then, after begging all his bearers to feel at perfect liberty to leave If they had engagements, he read the Rosalind poem. New York Tribune. - Riley Sham i on yez" Terence Duffy, an' your wife only burled yesterday. Duffy Dlffern'nt people have dlf fer'nt waya of ahowln' their grief (ble) thlih Ish my way I TruUi.
