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In Memoriam.
Farewell! since nevermore for thee
The sun comes up our earthly skies.
I.ess bright henceforth shall sunshine be
To some fond hearts f./id saddened
eyes.
There are, who for thy last long sleep
Shall sleep as sweetly nevermore.
Shall weep because thou canst not weep.
And grieve that all thy griefs are o'er.
Sad thrift of love! the loving breast,
On which tile aching head was thrown.
Oave up the weary head to rest,
But kept the aching for Its own.
—Thomas K Hervey,
= The Cellar Window
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"The common belief that men in my
profession work upon one case at a
time to the absolute exclusion of any
other is a fallacy,” said the old Secret
Service man. "Of course when we are
given an assignment we follow It. earn
estly and attentively, but at the same
time we keep our eyes and ears open
for anything that may lead to a clue
in any of the cases—and they are gen
erally numerous—that have battled U3
in the past.
"And it. has not been an uncommon
-occurrence for me to stumble suddenly
upon the very information for which
at some previous time I had spent
many precious weeks, if not months,
in search.
, "I remember one occasion many
years ago while I was investigating
some pilferings in the mail service. 1
was a passenger on an Ohio river
steamer on my way from Pittsburg to
Cincinnati, and while the boat was
lying at one of the small towns on the
Kentucky side of the river I stepped
upon the wbarfboat and stood idly
watching the deckhands loading a
shipment of tobacco.
"While I was thus engaged a negro
staggered past mo, bending under the
weight of a box upon his shoulder,
and as our eyes met for a brief in
stant I heard him say: ‘Golly, dis am
de flabbiest terbacker I eber tackled!’
"instantly there swept through me
a strange sensation, as though I bad
found a clue for which I had long been
searching.
"Impulsively I followed the darkey
aboard the boat and noted where the
box was stored, l.ater. when I had an
opportunity. I casually inspected the
box and found that, it was marked ‘M‘
and consignbd to Cincinnati.
"I was about to lift one end of the
box In order to test its weight when 1
noticed a small, dark-eyed man, who
stood but a few feet away watching me
keenly. The caution which I had de
veloped from years of training in my
profession prompted me to promptly
turn my attention to other packages
lying near, to idly examine them, anil
to leisurely ascend the stairs to the
catiin of the boat.
“That the Imjx concealed some r^>
tery I now entertained no doubt. Hut
1 was baffled and knew not how best
to proceed. That the black-eyed man
was an important factor in the case I
was confident, and I determined to
keep an eye on him But further than
that I did not know how far I dared
to go.
"During the remainder of the Jour
ney to Cincinnati 1 saw the man with
the dark eyes several times. He was
invariably in a position to note if any
one should examine the box too close
ly
“Tills circumstance, of course, did
not escape my attention, and had the
nrrn-rra-1
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Stood but a few feet away, watching
me keenly.
effect of increasing my suspicions.
But I could get nothing tangible upon
which to base a theory.
“From the clerk of the boat 1
learned that the shipper and consignee
of the ‘box of tobacco,' as it had been
billed, were the same—probably the
dark-eyed stranger. Further than that
the clerk could give me no informa
tlon. The man. so the clerk informed
ine, was a stranger to him. although
he made occasional trips to Cincin
nati, always taking a box of tobacco
with him.
“As the steamer neared Cincinnati
pry anxiety to fathom the mystery of
the box naturally Increased. For some
reason I felt that I was upon the very
threshold of an important revelation,
but what this was to be I had not the
power to even guess.
“When I finally reached the end of
m.v Journey you may be sure I kept
watch of that box. I saw It carried
aboard the wharfboat and expected to
see the dark-eyed man hovering near.
But in that I was disappointed, for,
disembarking with the other passen
gers, he took a 'bus and was driven
away.
“When the confusion incident to the
arrival of the boat had somewhat sub
fiSBSsFarwnr rrr i
1 _1
“Look at the light shining on that
cellar window!"
sided I revealed my identity to the
wharfmaster and requested that the
box be opened. My request was
granted, and when the lid was pried
off 1 found, to my astonishment, that
the box was full of counterfeit silver
coin—dollars and half-dollars.
'Then, and not till then, it occurred
to me that for a year past there bad
been reports of an abundance of coun
terfeit money along the Ohio Valley.
“Some of the best men in the service
had been detailed to run down the
makers of the bogus, but had been
unable to do so. or even to obtain a
definite clue.
“And I had stumbled upon It by
accident! For a moment 1 was actual
ly stupefied with surprise and delight.
Then, pulling my wits together, I or
dered that the box be renailed and left
iiitact to await the consignee.
"1 next drafted the services of the
local ofllcers, and, giving orders that
any one railing for the box should be
arrested, I went in search of the
stranger with the dark eyes. But 1
could not find him. and. so far as 1
know, he was never apprehended.
“A week later, when I had finished
the job to which 1 had been assigned,
1 returned to Cincinnati. The box ot
‘tobacco’ was still at the wharfboat.
The dark-eyed man had evidently ‘got
; next.’
“But, having stumbled upon a ‘lead,’
I hail no intention of losing my game
so easily. First confiscating the box
of ‘bogus,’ I took the next boat up the
river, and soon after landed at t1:? lit
tle Kentucky town whence the box
had been shipped.
"it did not take me long to locate
the headquarters of the* ‘gang’ lor
whom the dark-eyed man was only a
‘floater.’
“Tlie ‘gang’ occupied a two story
brick house that stood in a gloomy
; ravine between two hills in the edge
j of the town. There were seven or
| eight of them, and they were all
smooth men. So I considered it wiser,
| before attempting to spring any traps,
to procure assistance trout headquar
j ters.
| "In due time four of the hoys ar
rived, and we planned to make a raid
' early the following morning.
“Shortly after sunrise we surround
ed the house, and, leaving two of the
I boys outside to see that no one got
1 away, the other three, including my
1 self, broke in the front door and pro
ceeded to take possession of things.
“We found the men. all right, but
what was just as important—evidence
of their guilt—was larking. I had
learned enough to convince me that a
’mint' was located in the building, but
though we searched the house care
fu*ly from the dingy garret to the
| cellar that was darker than midnight,
not a tool nor mold or anything tp In
dicate counterfeiting could be found.
“Of course the men under arrest
protested their innocence, and the
'hoys' had considerable fun at my ex
pense. I will admit I didn’t feel very
comfortable. We decided, however,
to put our men in the town jail, and,
marching them between us, we lefr
the buitding.
“Now, for some reason I chanced
to glanre back, after going a few yards
from the house. What I saw- caused
me to grin, and one of the toys no
ticed me.
"‘Well, what's the matter with you
now?’ he asked.
“ 'Don't you see?’ I answered. 'Look
at the light shining on that cellar win
dow.’
"‘What of it?’ he demanded.
“‘What of it?’ I grinned; ‘nothing,
only there wasn’t any window in the
cellar we visited—it was darkef than
hades.’
“So wo went hac k and finally found
a trap door that opened Into a second
compartment of the cellar. And there
we found all the evidence we wanted.
It was the most complete ’mint’ I ever
saw. But if It hadn't been for that
cellar window—”—New York Times.
DRAGGED DOWN BY A WARSHIP.
How It Feels to Be Sucked Under
Water by a Foundered Steamer.
In Jhe Edinburgh Medical Journal
James A. Lawson gives an interesting
description of his thrilling experience
when he was dragged under water by
a sinking ship. When he was far
down in the swirling waters he
struck out for the surface, but only
went further down. This exertion
was a serious waste of breath, and
after what appeared to be ten or fit
teen seconds the effort of inspiration
could no longer be restrained, and
pressure of the.chest began to develop.
The most striking thing he remem
bered was the great pain in the chest,
which increased at every effort to ex
pirdtion and inspiration. It seemed
as if he were in a vise, which was
gardually being screwed up, until it
felt the sternum and spinal column
must, break. The “gulping” process
became more frequent for aiwmt ten
efforts and hope was then extin
guished.
The pressure after theso gulps
seemed unbearable, but gradually the
pain seemed to ease up. as the car
bonic acid was accumulating in the
blood. At the same time the efforts
at inspiration, with their accompany
ing gulps of water, occurred at longer
and longer intersals. The writer's
mental condition was then such that
he appeared to be in a pleasant dream,
but still had enough will power to
think of friends at home, etc. Be
fore finally losing consciousness the
chest pain had completely disap
peared, and sensation was actually
pleasant. When consciousness re
turned he found himself on the sur
face of the water (probably from the
action of the life beit), and finally
managed to reach shore.
Numbers of the Commandments.
One of the best-sustained debates
of the ‘session in the Massachusetts
house of representatives at Boston oc
cuired on Thursday on tlie bill to re
peal the clause of the libel law which
permits persons sued for libel to bring
up matters not connected with the
subject, in mitigation of damages or
to remove the charge of malice. It
was a battle between lawyers. One of
the funny incidents was Mr. Maloney's
citation of the Ninth Commandment
as the Eighth. The Protestant side of
the house laughed, and referred him
to tne Bible, which was near the
speaker. Mr. Maloney pulled out a
Catholic catechism from his pocket
and showed there the • words ‘ Thou
shalt not bear false witness against
thy neighbor” were numbered as the
Eighth Commandment. — Springfield
(Mass.) Republican.
Convenient.
At thp reception given at the open
ing of the new Stock Exchange vast
throngs were threading every portion
of the new building, inspecting and
admiring its details.
"This is the barber’s shop," re
marked a visitor, who in company with
others had entered its inviting pro-,
clncts.
"Very convenient,” observed a meek,
lamblike-looking individual. "Those
whom they are unable to shear they
can shave.”—New York Times.
On the Way.
Never mind hew dim the way—
It is leading to the day:
Weariest winter dreams of May
Forever!
Not In vain the songs we sing—
Crosses cold to which we cling;
Sweeter rest each cross shall bring
Forever!
— Frank I,. Stanton In Atlanta Constitu
tion.
Got Near to South Pole.
Capt. Scott with the Discovery lias
penetrated 100 miles nearer the south
pole than any previous explorer and
discovered an extensive mountainous
region hitherto absolutely unknown,
lie thinks this indicates that land
stretches to the pole In a series of
very lofty mountains.
Another R.
"Well, talking about names,” said
the oyster, "I like May better than
Mary.”
“You do?” replied the plain lobster.
"Of course. Now, if it was the month
of Mary it would shorten my vacatior
fearfully.”
The Making of Him,
"It’s ridiculous." remarked the tail
or. “to say ‘clothes don’t make the
man.’ ”
"Think so?”
"Sure,” replied the tailor; “why,
tney've made me."
THE YELLOWSTONE PARK
In Grandeur and Natural Beauty the Spot Is Unequaled
on Earth — Natural Enemies Dwell Within Its Confines
in Fraternal Amity, A A A A A
Not to intimate that the President
of the United States has been guilty
of plagiarism in his recent comments
upon the beauties and rejuvenating
character of the Yellowstone park, it
was famous old Jim Bridger, the Dan
'//
ie! Boone of the Rocky Mountain
country, who first brought the news
of this bit of nature’s wonderland to
the civilization represented by St.
Joseph, Mo., away back in the 50s.
It is true that old Jim made no ref
erence to the place as a health resort.
Few people needed health in those
days and those who were in search of
it kept east of the Missouri river,
well out of the range of the Blackfeet
and Sioux. To Jim it was the place
“where h—«— bubbles over,” and this
was his description of the spot when
the editor of the Kansas City Jour
nal first listened to Jim's stoical ac
count of its wonders. The editor even
prepared an article on that wonder
section of the country, but suppressed
It on account of its being unbeliev
able. Jim stuck to the story, how
ever, and in 1879 the editor of the
paper printed an editorial apology to
Bridger for his lack of credence in
the story.
To-day old Jim Bridger's story
would not be half strong enough to
encompass the whole truth of the
region now set aside as a national
park for all the people. Within its
domains the lion almost literally has
lain down with the lamb. Bear and
deer and elk and moose that fled
from Bridger's buckskins in those
early days would only stand and stare
at him now in curiosity and interest.
The mountain sheep, shyest of all
the animals of the hills, would allow
him to ride within a stone's throw of
the ( rag upon which it rested. Even
the mountain lion, which at times
forces the military guards of the park
to wage war upon his carnivorous
destructiveness, is immune from the
Bullets of the park visitors. Only the
speckled trout of the mountain
streams and lakes may be taken to
bag by the sportsman.
President Roosevelt, In leaving the
park, paid it a lasting tribute within
the limits of a paragraph.
“The Yellowstone park,” he said,
“is something absolutely unique in
this world, as far as I know. Nowhere
else in any civilized country is there
to be found such a tract of veritable
wonderland, made accessible to ail
visitors, where at the same time not
only the scenery of the wilderness
but the wild creatures of the park are
scrupulously preserved as they were,
the only change being that these
same wild creatures have been so
carefully protected as to show liter
ally astounding tameness.”
Geologically and topographically
nature left it unique, and in many
respects the hand of man has improv
ed upon it. In its rocks and bowlders
are to be found the materials of
which the foundations of the world
are made. The great seas which once
rolled over the continent have left
their sedimentary rocks in layers
inousands of feet thick. Then carat*
the age of mountain building, when
the foundations of the great deep
w;ere broken up, piling range after
range, and sinking valley after valley.
Then the volcanic period and after
that the period of glaciers. And to
day, after ago upon age of cooling
of the earth's crust, there are 3.t>00
hot springs in the park and the
scores of geysers and paint pots and
mud spouting cones and pools.
Of the geysers there is little that is
now to be said. The Giantess and
Old Faithful and the Fountain and
the Minute Man are familiar names
to everybody. Old Faithful is the
one geyeer of them all that never dis
appoints the visitor, as his spoutings
occur at intervals of sixty-five to
seventy minutes, when water is
thrown from 125 to 150 feet into the
air.
These hot springs and geysers are
the source of the Boiling river, steam
ing and trickling and spouting in a
cool, rarefleld atmosphere from 7.000
to 8,000 feet above the level of the
V
sea, where in July nights a pitcher ot
water may freeze almost solid—this
is a suggestion of the anomalies of
the park reserve.
THE ORIGIN OF MAN.
Belief of Some Soudan Tribes Is
Curious and Poetical.
Among the appendices of Lord
Cromer's reports on Egypt and the
Soudan for 1902 is an interesting note
on the religious beliefs of the tribes
dwelling along the hanks of the Behr
el-Ghazal. The Dinka. it sayB, though
the most difficult of all to approach
on such subjects, appears to have a
most elaborate list of gods and demi
gods. At the head of the divine com
munity are Deng-Dit (Kain Giver) and
Abok. his wife. They have two sous,
Kur Kongs, the elder, and Gurung-Dlt,
the younger, and a daughter called Ai
Yak. Their devil is called L’wal Bur
rajok, and is the father of Abok, the
wife of Deng-Dit. There are other
relatives also. Their story of the
origin of mankind (or it may be of the
Dinka tribe) is curious and poetical.
Deng-Dit gave to his wife Abok a bowl
of fat. and she and her children, soften
ing the lat over the fire, proceeded to
mold from it men and women in tho
Image of gods. Deng-Dit warned her
against L’dal (the devil), who was sus
pected of having evil intentions toward
Deng-Dit. But Abok forgot, and with
her children went to gather wood in
the forest. There L’wal found the
bowl, drank the greater part of the
fat, and from tho remainder proceeded
to mold caricatures of men and wom
en with distorted limbs, mouths, and
eyes. Then, fearing the vengeance of
Deng-Dit, he descended to earth by
the path which then connected it with
heaven. On discovering the result of
her neglect, Abok hastened to her
husband, who, greatly incensed,
started in pursuit of L’wal. The lat
ter, however, had persuaded the bird
Atot-toish to bite asunder with its
bill the path from heaven to earth,
and he thus escaped from the divine
wrath.—London Telegraph.
U. S. GRANT'S LOG CABIN.
Gen. Frederick D. Grant Visits the
Home of His Boyhood.
Gen. Frederick Dent Grant on Tues
day visited the scene of his early
childhood, the famous log cabin of his
illustrious father, who built it on the
old Dent farm, in St. Louis county,
fifty years ago. "Hardscrabble,” as
the famous civil war leader called this
homestead in his days of poverty, has
been removed by its present owner
from its original site to the hill in
Forest Park, just east of the art pal
ace, where it will stand during the
World's Fair.
Brig. Gen. Grant had been desirous
of seeing his old home ever since his
arrival in St. Jxmis. It was here he
had lived in his early childhood, and
he viewed the time-worn interior in
silence. After looking through the
empty rooms he named the uses to
which the four rooms had been put dur
ing the residence of the Grant family
in the cabin. The room to the right,
lie said, had been the family dining
room; that to the left, the parlor. On
the second floor, the room above the
parlor was the apartment of his par
ents, while that above the dining room
was the room used by himself and hls
brother. The cabin, although half a
century old, is in a fair state of pres
ervation.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
Usefulness Would Be Gone.
Mayor Low is telling an incident that
occurred while he was visiting one of
the state prisons in company with a
clergyman. The good man stopped at
the cell of a burglar, and asked sol
emnly; "My poor erring brother, have
you any hopes for the future?”
"Naw!" answered the prisoner with
deep dejection, "by the time I gets out
of this blasted Jail I'll be too old to
break Into anybody's house!”—New
York Times.
FEW NEW THINGS INVENTED.
Submarine Boat Used Forty Years
Ago, but It Sank.
We sometimes believe that there
has been ail absolutely new thing
brought out in the way of invention,
and yet somebody conies along with
au old document and upsets it. Only
a short time ago it was shown that
wireless telegraphy was over thirty
years old, and that Mr. I.ooniis was
trying to interest people in it. For
a half dozen years experiments havo
been made with submarine • boats
There lias beekn a deal of talk about
them first and last. Factions for atul
against them have been formed in
the navy, and you can find everything
from praise to the worst condemna
tion of them in the official records.
More than this. there have been scan
dals about them. Congressional in
vestigations. with various persons
named. During all this time we have
been treating the submarine beat as
something new and belonging to the
latter-day invention. But in the last
volume ct the naval records of the
civil war is a picture of a submarine
boat. Invented by a Confederate naval
officer.
The picture taken from ore in the
museum at Richmond, Va., looks very
like the craft over which there has
been so much dispute .for a few years
past. The submarine boat of forty
years ago was invented by H. L. Hen
ley. and was to be used as a torpedo
boat to attack the blockading vessels
of the United States. Henley had
confidence in It, for a brief aocou* is
given of his attempt to pass under
some ship, when he failed, and he and
seven men were lost. “We could not
attempt to rescue them,” says the ac
count, “for they went down in nine
fathoms of water.” It is recorded
that “bubbles appeareu which
marked the place where they went
down.—Washington Post.
