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RESURGAM.
" I shall arise." For centuries
Upon the gray old churchyard stone
These words have stood: bo more is sold.
The glorious promise studs alone.
Untouched, while years and seasons roll
Around it; March winds come and go,
The summer twilights fall and lade
And autumn sunsets bum and glow.
MI shall arise!" O! wavering heart,
From this take comfort and be strong!
I shall arise;" nor always grope
In darkness, m-ngling right with wrong;
From tears and pain, from shades of doubt
And rnuts within, that blindly call,
I shall arise," in God's own light
Shall see the sum and troth of all.
Like children here we lisp and grope.
And, till the perfect manhood, wait
At home onr time, and only dream
Or that which lies beyond the gata;
God's full free universe of life.
No shadowy paradise of bliss.
No realm of unsubstantial souls.
But life, more real life than this.
0 soul ! where'er your ward Is kept.
In some st.ll region calmly blest,
I By quiet watch-fires till the dawn.
And God's reveille break your rest.
Osonl! that left this record here,
I read, but scarce can read for tears,
1 bless you, reach and clasp your hand.
For all these long two hundred years.
M I shall ariso." O clarion call !
Time rolling onward to the end
Brings us to life that can not die.
The life where faith and knowledge blend.
Each after each, the cycles roll
In silence, and about us here
The shadow of the great White Throne
Falls broader, deeper, year by year.
Georgo F. Jackson, in Philadelphia Ledger.
MIRIAM.
TleEoimofHeatttsiM
By Manda L. Crocker.
COPTBIGHT, 1SS9.
CHAPTER HL
Tho tall black chimneys stood out against
the gray October sky like ghostly silhou
ettes, and the evening breeze swept around
the lonely old structure when I arrived at
the UalL Tho heavy shadows were trailing
over the neglected grounds and settling
themselves in scores of uncanny nooks, and
I shivered with a nervous dread as put
my hand on tho great brass knocker of the
western wing the servants quarters and
waited for admittance.
Heatherleich Hall stands desolated. The
buildingitself, a stupendous, roomy affair of
red brick, with great festoons of the native
English ivy wreathing tho dark gables, and
running over a goodly portion of the front,
relieving the frowning severity of Uio
weather-beaten and time-worn colonnade.
Three great yew trees, black as the
shades of death, hover over the extreme
western wing, and I imagined the evils of
the Hall concentrated their forces in the
heavy branches in the hours of sunshine,
and stalked forth from their gloomy tops at
nigtit on their mission of terror.
The hallways are wide, deep and dark,
and the ponderous doors of heavy oak
clanged ominously after me as I slipped
from one apartment to another in awe of
the mystery.
Yes; I found there was a cruel legend
connected with this once grand old place,
which, for two centuries or more, sheltered
beneath its ample roof-tree the descend
ants of the proud, hot-headed Percival
bouse. But, under the influence of an an
cestral malediction, they had dwindled
down and scattered abroad, leaving the old
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all with but few inmates, finally Sir
Rupert and his daughter being tho last le
gitimate occupants.
8ir Rupert, after the death of his wife,
lived hero alone in the great house with his
ill-fated daughter, keeping but a few serv
ants out of the grand retinue of former
years.
The fewer there were about him the bet
ter Sir Rupert was satisfied. As to being
happy, or even half-way joyous, he was
never after that stroko of sorrowful fort
une known to be; for all pleasure went
out into a blank solitude with the flight of
Lady Percival" s gentle spirit.
The merry-makers and social visitors who,
in Lady Percival's time, thronged the hith
erto convivial atmosphere of Heatherleigh,
gradually dropped off after her demise,
never again to enter the hall as welcome
guests. Every thing changed at the Hall
under the master's regime, until, in time,
not a solitary visitor came to cheer or
break the silent monotony of its desolation.
Sir Rupert was given to morose and mel
ancholy days, and it was no wonder, under
bis spell, and grew to be an inhospitable
old gentleman who, in his seventieth year,
had come to even dislike a merry face.
Miriam had but few associates or visit
ors that she dared entertain at the Hall on
this account; and under the influence of
such distasteful solitude she grew taciturn
and sorrowful. The shadows of her un
favorable abode told on her, and all tho
vivacity and freshness of her young life
seemed degenerating into passionless 'ex
istence in the frigidity of the HalL
No wonder; even the servants became
glum after the sunshine of Lady Percival's
heart went out from their day, and they
moved silently or with smothered grumble
in their respective grooves, under the chill
ing influence of Sir Rupert's unsociable
reign.
But there came a time, as it comes to all.
whether their lines be sad or joyous, a
break in the home life of the pale, silent
Slaughter.
This change happened to Miriam whea
the tide of time Bet to the strange, joyless
shores of the fatality that decreed the
shutting of the doors of Heatherleigh
against her, leaving her to drift away hi
sorrow's mists from its grandeur forever.
What had befallen her unlucky relatives
had ? last fallen with vegetal hand oa
the pale, proud daughter of the Ferdvals.
We sat and talked of her, lathe dull
gloaming of tho autumn night so belttiag
her history, aad fastened to the atf al gusts
of the angry element sweeping aremnd
HEATBZRLEIOH HALL.
the HalL Bytwlssenataeoia
and her husband, who were still occupying
the servants' quarters, aa I had rightly
heard. It was in accordance with 8ir Ru
pert's wishes that this faithful couple still
kept their rooms in the west wing, and oc
casionally showed curious visitors over the
main building. In the absence of visitants
the Hall was kept locked, and the supersti
tious old pair never intruded on its dismal
silence alone.
These two old servants, I soon found,
were very much devoted to the memory of
their dead mistress and the long-lost
daughter. When I heard their lamenta
tions for tho "young mistress," and beheld
their tears, I was tempted to disclose her
whereabouts to the sorrowing twain, hut
on reflection I remembered she would never
return as they desired, nor hold converse
with any one within the environs of her
birth-place, and as she was virtually dead
to them 1 might as well hold my peace.
But when the conversation turned on Sir
Rupert, they had but little to offer in his be
half; although their tones were respectful
enough, I could see they had not forgiven
him for the merciless doings of an unnatural
father.
"You must show me the hall and tell me
the story," 1 said, as we sat around the
cheerful wood fire kindled in the great
chimney that filled up nearly one whole end
of the apartment. This room was so cheer
ful and pleasant in the glamour of the fire
light, as I looked about me and enjoyed its
cosiness, that I could act clearly conaect its
genial air with the huge, shadowy pile 1
had viewed with such distrust from the
outside; somehow it seemed impossible and
I said as much to my entertainers.
Oh 1 indade, an' it's your own swate self
that knows nothing about this ghostly ould
place; no, nothing at alL"
Peggy turned her chair around quickly
and faced me with this exclamatory burst
of Hibernian elocution because I had vent
ured, I presume, to throw a shadow of doubt
on the superstitious stories rife about
Heatherleigh.
Facing me, she looked as much like a gen
uine ghost as I ever care to see, in her
broad, white, ruffled cap and snowy van
dyke, illumined, so to speak, by the keen
light of her wide-open blue eyes.
"No, perhaps not," I acquiesced, "but you
must take me over the hall, tell me of the
spiritual visitors, and then I may under
stand it better."
That Oi will, me Leddy, in the daytoime,
whin the spirits rest an there be no fears
ov botherin' ye's Oi'll show you the gloomy
ould apartments."
"Spirits never bother me," I answered,
bravely. But my courageous and daring
sentence did not fall on Peggy's ears very
kindly, I found, for she grew excited at
"HOWLY MOTBEB!" SHE BSGAS.
once. Hitching her chair closer to mine,
and putting her shaky hand on my arm 1b
solemn warning, she broke forth:
"Me Leddy, an it's yerself that'll pay for
yer wild spaches this noight in this awful
place. An' ye's niver lived at Haythurleigh
naythur; an' niver hearn o' themasthur
walkin' an walldn all the long, ghostly
noight until the cock-crowin. No, ye's
niver hearn tell o' the loikes o' that!"
"Howly mother" she began again, let
ting go my arm and dropping into an atti
tude of resignation, "an' the masthur was
a terrible man, an outen his head for the
most part o the time long to'ard the last.
An' to this day, me Leddy, his ristliss spirit
bearovin' through the great rooms, and
repintin' uv of his thratcmentuvthe proud
hearted childcr. Ob ! save us, a-worryin'
and repintin' yet."
After this burst of the determined old
housekeeper I gave in and let her have her
own way on the spirit question. I saw at
once that it pleased the two old servants
exceedingly to think that Peggy had con
verted me to their belief in spiritual mani
festations, so I consented by my silence
and let them believe as they chose. They
little imagined I might be convinced against
my will. 1 was not permitted to enter the
main building that night, of course not.
'The masthur moight be a-walkin'," Peggy
explained, with drawn brow and confiden
tial tone.
"I should suppose that you would not
dare 1 ve here at all if Sir Rupert is so
restless. Are j ou not afraid?" I said, when
I found I was refused an evening glimpse
into the hall proper.
"Och,no," exclaimed Peggy; "we niver
bother with his parto' the 'stablisbment,
an' he's too much ov a gintleman to inter
the servants dingy rooms."
I laughed at her view of the matter and
began to suspect that there was no spirit
about Heatherleigh that wandered at night
and dubbed by the inmates Sir Rupert.
My room was made ready for me in the
wing and adjoining that of the old couple,
for which I felt thankful. After such a
vivid recounts! as I had heard that even
ing, I felt it a privilege to be near a fellow
mortal in the midnight watches. After re
tiring, I found that my nerves were all un
strung and I could scarcely close my eyes.
Sleep I could not.
Tlck-tock, tick-tock, went the great brass
clock in Peggy's room, and every vibration
echoed in my weary head. I fancied I could
hear the tread of ghostly feet on the roof
overhead, and felt certain that the tireless
feet of Sir Rupert bad stepped dowa and
out of the deathly shadows of the dark,
dank yews and were now on the reptatia
promenade.
Alas! if I had but known just what I was
fated to experience under the Heatherleigh
gables, I should have died of fright before
another day had dawned 1
CHAPTER IV.
The next morning, however, my latent
courage came forward, and in the smile of
day I laughed at my trepidation of the pre
vious night. Of course I prevaricated to
some extent to Peggy, by replying in the
affirmative whea she asked me if I rested
welL
After our late breakfast she conducted
me through the silent, shadowy hallways,
up the dark, lonely stair-cases, through the
hollow-echoing corridors, and into the
most important apartments of the halL
The rooms were just as Sir Rupert left
them, the housekeeper said, with the excep
tion, of course, of growing old from neglect
and the accumulation of dust, which was
ruining the silken curtains, damask hang
lags aad once bright-hned carpets. "It it
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oca a pity,"l said to Peggy, "that these"
must be doomed to desolate decay."
"Yis," aha answered, as Iran my hand
over the narrow gold-striped aad gray sat
in of the upholstered furniture, and found
it full of ruinous breaks. "Oh! yis. but
who's agoin' to dust this foteefurniture for
nothin', ma'am, but only to see the ex
quoisite patberns!'
I did not reply to her negative question,
for I knew she was right, and I could bur.
have said, "no one," at best.
"There was taste here," I said, looking
about me, and making a note of the refine
ment in detail laeguaged forth in the fault
less appointment of each stately-looking,
but silent apartment.
"Ah ! yes; an' the mlsthress hadilligant
taste to be shore, ma'am, an the loikes
o' her was not to be found in many a day's
roide."
After ascending two flights of stairs we
came to Sir Rupert's apartments. .
"Away off up here, to be onto' the way ov
the rabble,' be said," prefaced Clarkson as
she put her hand on the door-handle.
This suite of rooms overlooked the park
and a once beautiful lawn. And I caught
glimpses of an artificial lake in the distance
stretching its shining length beyond the
lawn and around the park like a silver
crescent.
"All ov these were perfectly illigant in
their deloightful and palmy days," Peggy
said with a sigh, as she shook the dust from
tho curtains and interpreted my far-away
gaxe.
I parted the crimson silk hangings as I
stood In the deep double window, with its
narrow panes catching the afternoon glow,
and looked long and silently away over the
deserted park, where the brown leaves
went scurrying hither and thither in the
autumn wind. Then my eyes rested once
more on the artificial lake, and a sweet,
sad memory came back to me; the memory
of a row on its clear surface once, with
Lady Percival, in fairer days, and the
brightness of that care-free and happy
hour came back like a wave of light, only
to render the desolate transformation of the
present almost unbearable. I shuddered
and glanced at Clarkson as I clutched the
silken folds of fading crimson and turned
away.
"An do ye's moinde ov the illigant days
gone by, ma'am!" questioned she, divining
the cause of my ill-concealed emotion.
, "Yes, Clarkson, I mind," I answered,
dropping the folds of the curtain, which
seemed to burn into my hand, and coming
down the dreary years to Sir Rupert's last
lonely days.
"Doubtless he stood here, gazing out, per
haps, and breathing maledictions on the
'rabble' below; or did he unbosom his ven
geance on the head of luckless guests!" I
said, inquiringly, to Peggy, who had left
the window and had gone over to a curiously-inlaid
cabinet on the opposite side of the
room.
But she vouchsafed no reply, simply mak
ing the sign of the cross and looking super
stitiously around the room. Then, as if to
avoid my gaze, she dropped her eyes to the
tesselated rug at her feet.
After spending the greater part of the
day on the upper floors, speculating and
dreaming in the long-silent rooms and
hollow-echoing corridors, we came to the
main staircase, leading down to the central
hall below. We had gone up-stairs from
the first floor by a sort of winding stairs,
opening out of the cheery-looking breakfast
room. This room, the only really pleasant
apartment to my mind in the Hall, had Its
share of tragical memories also, after all its
softened air.
But to return to the main staircase, with
its heavy shining balustrade of polished
oak, to which we had come. The moment
we set foot on tije first step, in descending,
Clarkson made the sign of the cross, and,
turning to me. whispered half -audibly:
"This is the identical floight of stheps the
master descinded just afore he fell and
died a strugglin' in the hall!"
"Indeed 1' I ejaculated, feeling as if I
were close on the promised mystery as I
followed on down the "idintical floight."
Once in the spacious central hall, Peggy
moved tragically aside, and pointing to a
door at the left, continued in her stage
whisper to make further developments by
saying: "An shure, ma'am, the masthur
was trying to rache that same door when
be fell right here," pointing to a particular
place on the mosaic work of the floor,
"an' he died, puir man, 'thout ver knowin'
ov any ov us."
She ended with a deep sigh and most
doleful shake of her white cap-ruffles ; and
had my little stock of courage given out, she,
doubtless, would have frightened the life
out of me with her strange witch-like move
ments and mysterious airs.
"Let me go in there," I said, presently,
pointing to the door at the left which the
hands of the expiring Sir Rupert failed to
reach.
"I hardly belave ye know what ye are
askin ov me, me Leddy. Faith, ma'am, an
that's the dhrawin'-room, where the dead
masthur lay!"
"No matter," I answered, calmly enough,
"he isn't there now."
"Oime not so shure ov it, ma'am; the
spirit ov'im, ye know." She looked at me
a moment and then continued : "Oime will
in' to show you the dhra wing-room, ma'am,
but it's getting to be tay-toime, an', at this
toime ov day, ye must renumber, it's
moighty gloomy in there."
"Well," said I, beginning to grow uneasy
myself, "to morrow will do as welL"
''Yes," she assented, seemingly much re
lieved, "an thin ye'd have to see the gal
lery, too, ma'am, with its foine paintings,
shure; every wan sees the gallery, ma'am."
This settled it, and we soon passed from
the deep shadows of the central hall out
through an open court, and back once more
into the cozy servants' quarters. Here we
found old Ancil Clarkson sitting by the fire
with a mug of beer for company, and wait
ing for the prospective "tay" Peggy had in
view.
The next day Clarkson took a large brass
key from a ring in the wall, and unlocking
the fateful drawing-room door, bade me
enter.
It was a spacious apartment, elegantly
furnished. The high-backed, carved chairs
and deep sofas stood in formal stiffness on
either side the room, blending their dark
outlines with the somber shade of the
stained oak wainscoting. The two deep
windows heavily curtained with nch dam
ask hangings depending from their ancient
looking rings opened out on a veranda,
whose ornamental row of carved pillars put
me in mind of knights in armor.
At the opposite endof the apartment was
a fire-place, whose massive mantel was dec
orated with curious vases and ancient
relics,of whichPeggy could not give the his
tory. In their niches, Banking the fire-place
were two pieces of exquisite statuary,
standing out in ghostly relief in the shad
ows. The shining surface of the polished floor
was covered here and there with costly
rugs of "Tarkish desoiga," as Peggy said.
But after all there was aa unbending, un
compromising air about the drawing-room
that prompted me to be brief in ay visit.
Our footsteps made aa unwelcome sound
of obtrusive impression that grated oa mv
ears as we walked about ia the hollow si
lence, and I felt a repugnance creepingover
me which I had not experienced in th ether
apartmeata.
"The gallery nixt," murmured Clarksoa,
locking the door of the drawing-room be
hind us. "Oi don't moind the gallery,
ma'am, though its histhory is fominst the
whole of Haythurleigh in its theribleaess."
I made no reply. I was coming closer to
the object of my visit, the portrait of Mir
iam, and my promise to be fulfilled.
CHAPTER V.
The gallery! I never can forget ft, or
rather, the memory of those faces will
never slip from my mental vision.
There were portraits on the walls, in
groups and in pairs. Some of them were
noble-looking and of pleasing countenance,
while others looked down at me with a
frowning face, as if to say: "Why do yon
intrude on our silent existence."
There were faces smiling forth from their
wealth of long, sunny curls, and stern
visages sporting powdered queues and look
ing coldly down over their great, stiff raffs
with an aristocratic stare.
I viewed each face with deep interest as
the old housekeeper gave me its name and
history as far as she knew, as we went from
one to another down the long, narrow
apartment.
Here," she said, in a voice of pitying
tenderness, as she crossed the floor to the
opposite wall, "here are the portraits of the
puir, unforthunate childer as has bin slot
away from Haythurleigh by the therible
distiny ov the house."
She paused before a row of portraits with
their faces turned to the wall and folded
her arms, while the great nearly tears
rolled down her withered cheek. A strange
yearning sensation seized me, supplanted
by a nervous, chilling agitation. It was the
first time I had felt my self-possession
leaving me since I came to the Hall; stand
ing there before the group of ill-fated sons
and daughters branded with disinheritance,
a flood of emotions indescribable rushed
over me, and I mutely motioned Peggy to
goon.
Gently, then, she turned the face coming
first in order over. A bright face met my
sympathetic vision, with a half-serious,
half-playful expression. "Lionel," said
Pc8R7t "an' that's all Oi know ov 1m, be
cause his curse fell long forninst me loife."
The next, a beautiful face with dark, ex
pressive eyes aad perfect mouth pro
claimed her the daughter of a proud fam
ily. "Agatha," said Peggy, wiping off the
dust with a caressing movement. "An' its
her, ma'am, that ran away with a young
Frinch Count, because the family couldn't
bear the loikes ov a Frinchman. She died,
posr thing, away off in France, somewhere
on the banks o' the Seine. An' she niver
coom back af thur her family forbid her iver
showin' her proud, wilful face again at the
Hall."
There were two more portraits of the
broken-hearted, disinherited children who
had gone out from the doors, and of whose
fate none at the Hill cared to know after
the gates had been shut against them. The
next face was that of a handsome young
man, whose dark, soulful eyes looked into
mine as if to say, "pity me." "Allan,"
Clarkson murmured, as the fascinating orb
appealed to us, "puir Allan he was sint
away in disghrace, ma'am, all because he
loved a cottage lassie instbead ov the wan
his family chose out ov the high carcles."
"Did he ever come back!"l asked, pity
ing this promising young face so early
clouded because of vanity.
"Och boon!" moaned Peggy, "an' Allan
was aiver the wan to come back, ma'am.
He married the lassie and took her with
him whin he left the countbry, me Leddy."
"And you know nothing more of his his
tory then?" I asked, catching a last glimpse
of the dark, honest eyes as she turned the
portrait back to tho wall.
"No more'n yo know ov the dead, ma'am;
only a rumor now an' thin, an' rumors don't
count for any thing."
I TO BX COSTIKCSD.
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"IN GOD WE TRUST."
How This Motto Cam to Bo Stamp ea
United States Colas.
The motto, "In God We Trust," which to
now stamped on all gold and silver coins of
United States money, was suggested by an
honest, God-fearing old farmer of the State
of Maryland. This conscientious Christian
thought that our National coinage should
indicate the Christian character of eur Na
tion, and by introducing a motto upon our
coins expressed a National reliance on Di
vine support in our governmental affairs.
In 1S61, when Salmon P. Chase was Secre
tary of the Treasury, he wrote him and
suggested that, as we claimed to be a
Christian people, we should make suitable
recognition of that fact on our coinage.
The letter was referred to the Director of
the Mint, James Pollock, a Puritanic Chris
tian, of Pennsylvania. In Mr. Pot
lock's report for 1863 he discussed the
question of a recognition of the sovereignty
of God and our trust in Him on our corns.
The proposition to introduce a motto upon
our coins was favorably considered by Mr.
Chase, and in the report he said he did aot
doubt, but believed that it would meet
with an approval by an intelligent public
sentiment. But Congress gave no atten
tion to the suggestion, and in his next an
nual report he again referred to the sub
ject, this time in a firm theological argu
ment, and says:
The motto suggested, God Oar Trust, is
takes from our National hymn, The Star
Spangled Banner. The sentiment Is familiar
to every citizen of onr country; it has thrilled
the hearts and fallen in aoag from the lips of
mlllloss of American freemen. The Vaw Is
propitious; 'tis aa hour of National peril aad
danger, aa hour whea maa's strength is weak
ness, when our strength and salvation most be
of God. Let us reverently acknowledge His
sovereignty, and let our coinage declare oar
trust In God."
A two-cent bronze piece was authorized
to be coined by Congress the following
year, April 23,1864, and upon this was first
stamped the motto: "In God We Trust." In
his report for that year he expressed his
approval of the act, and strongly urged that
the recognition of trust be extended to the
gold and silver coins of the United States.
By the fifth section of the act of Congress
of March 8, 1965, the Director of the Mint,
with the approval of the Secretary of the
Treasury, was authorized to place upon all
the gold and silver coin of the United
States, susceptible of such additions, there
after to be issued, the motto: "In God We
Trust." Cor. Indianapolis Journal.
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A Poetle Laagaage.
The language of the Finns is peculiarly
adapted to poetic form. The flexibility ef
its construction, the variety and pict
uresqueness of its expressions, the abun
dance and originality of its figures, aU tend
to made it the fit vehicle of that poetic in
spiration which the Finn receives from his
environment the long, dark stretches af
birch and pine forest, wreathed with gar
lands and fringes of lichens, which ia tikis
northern climate are particularly beautiful,
and whose somber shadows forma telliag
background for the leaping cascades aad
waterfalls, clad in their white mantle af
m m
Tax British Consul at Havre says that the
complaints of British shipmasters against
the British tars are constant. Hehasheari
captains say frequently: "Give aw Nor
wegians, Swedes or Germans, butno En
glish saiorsforme." They have their eta
time ability aa seamen, stardraahana
isgehordJaate. I
AN ELECTRIC RAILWAY.
A System Tht Threatee a Revetatli
Carrytag Stall aad Express Packages at
a Speed of SO Miles aa Hear.
David G. Weems, of Baltimore, Is
the inventor of a new rapid transit
electric railway system which promises
to revolutionize the carrying of mails
and express. He has been interviewed
on the subject of his new invention at
his home in Laurel, Maryland, and has
now given the following interesting
details of the plan: The railway has
two rails, very much like any other
railway, but it is enclosed here in a
sort of lattice work and there by a
barbed-wire fence, which stretches
along on both sides. But the queerest
thing about this railroad is what travels
on it.
Mr. Weoms, standing in the door of
a shed, touches a button, when out of
the shed crawls an iron-plated thing
about two and a half feet square and
twenty feet long, pointed at one end.
It is on wheels and looks very heavy
and clumsy. No sooner have you be
gun to look it over and wonder whether
it is a torpedo or a rock crusher than
it disappears. It goes off like a flash.
Apparently nothing touches it. nothing
propels it But it goes. A little rum
ble, a dark streak going around the
curve of the circular railway, and it is
hidden in a clump of trees. Mr. Weems
still stands with bis hand on the but
ton, watching a pencil moving in an
automatic device over a piece of ruled
paper. "At the half!" he exclaims a
moment or two later; "One mile!" then
"A mile and a half!" and a few
seconds mora the long black things
on wheels whizzes by. You take out
your watch and time it. In a
little less than a minute it re
appears. In another minute it whizzes
past once more. As it goes round and
round it is like nothing so much as a
big shuttle moving in a circle with in
conceivable rapidity. The track is
exactly two miles in circumference.
"We are not running very fast now,"
Mr. Weems says. "Only 1,400 revolu
tions of our dynamo. This gives us a
speed of exactly two miles a minute.
Our machines develop up to 10,000 revo
lutions.and we have run them 3,500 rev
olutions, equal to more than four miles
a minute, for twenty-four hours without
stopping. On a first-class track, rea
sonably straight and without too many
steep grades, we can easily develop a
continuous speed of from three to four
miles a minute. In fact, there is prac
tically no limit to the speed that our
power can produce. The only question
is how much speed the tracks and cars
are able to stand. The track we are
now using is curved and full of heavy
grades."
The success of this remarkable rail
way has been so thoroughly assured by
actual demonstration that Chicago may
now begin looking' forward to the re
ceipt of mail from New York in four or
five hours.
"Within a very few years," said Mr.
Weems, "there will be a double track
electric railway from New York to
Chicago, about 900 miles long. The (
track will have a twelve inch gauge
and will be enclosed in a net work of
barbed wire. The wires of which this
fence is made will be used for tele
graph, telephone and automatic sig
nals. Overhead will be space for car
rying a hundred commercial telegraph
wires. The track is so light and the
rolling stock so easily carried that at
very small additional cost the road can
be elevated through towns and cities,
and wherever it may be necessary to
obviate heavy grades. Through this
protected way trains two and a half
feet wide and of about the same height
will run at the speed of 200 miles an
hour. No enginomen, conductors or
brakemen accompany the train, whose
movements are controlled easily and
absolutely from the power sta
tions. Of these stations there will
be one in New York, one in Chi
cago, and seven on the line about 100
miles apart. These power stations will
require a capacity of about 300 horse
each, and any practical engineer can
compute the cost of maintaining them.
It is really trilling, considering the ef
ficiency developed. If water power
can be had for some of the stations,
even if five or ten miles from the track,
it will be utilized, power being trans
mitted by wire. In operation trains of
four or five cars will be run, a motor
car and three or four others. The cars
are so telescoped together as to form
unbroken surfaces, top, bottom and
sides, and the rear car, as well as the
first or motor car, is pointed, so as to
offer the least possible resistance to
air. The movement of each train is
automatically and accurately registered
on a chart in the power stations. The
slightest accident to the train or the
presence of an obstacle on the track
shuts off the connection. At the will
of the dispatcher a train can be stopped
at any point, backed up or started
ahead again. The trains are, therefore,
under complete control, and if traffio
should not justify the building of a
double track a single track could be
easily and efficiently operated."
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The Modesty of Boyhood.'
Little six-year-old Jemmy, being per
mitted to see his new-born baby
brother fifth boy ia the family re
marked: "Mamma, I'm so glad it is a boy."
"Why Jemmy, are you glad it is a
boy?"
"Because, mamma, by and by we
will have enough for a base ball team."
"How many does it take?" asked the
fond parent, and Jemmy innocently re
plied: "Only nine, mamma."
This is a correct report of the eoe
venation occurring between Manama
and the little sob ia a village near
Philadelphia recently. Philadelphia
FARM AND FIRESIDE.
fuet the horses run ia the pasture)
a little while when they come in frosa
a hard day's work. They will enjoy it
better than a full meal.
The common complaint that chick
ens. or pigs, or cows, or sheep "do not
pay," is really, says the American
Cultivator, a reflection on the manage
men of their owners.
- A quart of milk in a large pitcher,
with a lump of ice to stand in it, is ft
refreshing article on a hot day. But
it is best to keep in mind that the mora
one drinks the more uncomfortable one
will feel, as it causes perspiration to
flow copiously.
A cow may look well, and even be
a good milker, yet be breachy, and
have a confirmed habit of swinging her
right hind foot in an uncomfortable,
awkward manner around at the milker
and the milk pail. You shonld look
out for such kind in purchasing.
Bananas kopt on ice a few hours,
then peeled and sliced intoaglass dish,
with a cold yellow custard poured over
them, and frosted over the top, make
an easy aad welcome dessert. Four
bananas to a quart of custard is suffi
cient for a medium-sized family. N.
Y. Independent.
Do not expect too many eggs. Oc
casionally a hen may be found that will
lay an extraordinary number of eggs,
but this will prove the exception rather
than the rule. Ten dozen eggs in ft
year is a good average, and more than
a large number of them will do. and
this number will return a handsome
profit on the cost of keeping.
If the season is of the rainy sort,
the growth of clover on the grain field
Is only a fortunate mat for hay. or for
plowing under as manure, and will give
a further dividend the next season as
an underground jieposit. If not needed
for pasture. clJFer can always be used
to advantage in some other way.
Orange Judd Farmer.
Oat meal, vegetables, fresh fruits
and plain, good bread should form by
far the greater part of our fare during
the hot weather. Use iced drinks spar
ingly. Much taken at one draught is
apt to do serions harm. Ice cream can
be indulged in frequently, provided it
is eaten very slowly. Then it will prove
healthful and nourishing. It is the
sudden chilling of the stomach that
does harm.
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SALT FOR BUTTER.
Paeta Which Are Not raderateea by
Maay Fares Dairyman.
Salt does not preserve butter. Butter
preserves itself, and the salt gives it
a flavor. Salt has a tendency to ar
rest the fermentation or decay of the
buttermilk, but not the butter. It is
not necessary that you should work
this salt through your butter, or work
the butter until you grind it to death
to get the salt through -it. If the but
termilk is out of the butter that is all
you want, and you then distribute the
salt through evenly so that one portion
will not be more salty than another.
There are many things which affect
the character of butter, and skillful
manipulation is necessary to have it
perfect. In the first place by not skim
ming the cream from the milk at the
proper time, or it is not properly ripened
and mixed, and hence we do not get all
the butter out of it. If allowed to stand
too long there is a good deal of the but
ter eaten by the acidity of the cream.
Another reason is the over-working of
the butter, which grinds the grain out
of it Another reason is, the tubs for
packing are often. improperly prepared
for the keeping and preservation of the
butter, and to exclude the air absolute
ly from it. It is very important that
the tub should be thoroughly soaked
and scalded with hot brine, a cloth,
should be put at the bottom, and them
a thin layer of salt, then the butter
pressed down firmly, so there can be
no opportunity for the air to get in.
Cover the butter with a cloth, put some
salt or brine on top, and cover air
tight. Then set the tub in a place
where the temperature is cool and dry.
and where it can not get musty or
moldy or absorb taints. You can keep
butter an almost indefinite length of
time if treated in this way. We should
do our utmost to have all our butter
go to market in the very best possible
condition. Orange Judd Farmer.
PERNICIOUS WEEDS.
Most ef Them Have Heea Imported Iate
the Halted States.
It seems a curious fact that every one
of all the more pernicious weeds known
in the United States is a naturalized
foreigner. Of the less objectionable
class, which may be styled trouble
some weeds, at loast two-thirds are
likewise of foreign ancestry. The few
American plants that may be arranged,
under the general term of weeds are
for the most part annuals, and there
fore easily eradicated. Take, for in
stance, the common ragweed, or as it
is sometimes known, bitterweed; the
long-leg daisies (Erigeron); fireweed,
beggar-ticks, etc; one cutting before
the seeds ripen Is generally sufficient
to destroy them, as well as prevent ft
succeeding crop. Carelessness on the)
part of the owner will often procure
for him a fine supply of sumach and
other plants that increase by means of
underground stems, but all such are
easily eradicated. The vile class of
plants represented by the Canada,
thistle. Convolvulus aruensis, couch
grass, etc.. which are comparatively
harmless at home but find on our
shores jast the conditions needed to
increase and multiply in a wonderful
degree, are difficult to fight, but as the
late eminent botanist. Dr. Darlington
once advised, "Be coatiaually cutting
of the tops; they represent the lunge
of the plant." Joeiah Hoopee, ia N.
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