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N a rather luxurious
ly furnished office,
behind a carved
oakea desk, sat- a
taaa m the light side
of forty a nan who
looked just what he
was- alive,bristling,
shrewd and success
ful American rail
road official For
nearly two hours
General Superin
tendent Lockwood,
of the United States
Midland railroad, had
been opening his mail
(the accumulated
correspondence o f
several days) and keeping his stenographer
busy taking down replies aid sundry mem
oranda. The stack of letters and telegrams
had very perceptibly diminished when tbo
door of tho office opened to admit an old
man. Not a very old man, perhaps, and yet
one whose shoulders were decidedly benten,
whoso hair was scant and grizzled and
whose weather-beaten face was marked
with many a deep furrow.
Half way from the door to tho large desk,
cap in hand, the man stood while Mr. Lock
wood finished the dictation of a long letter.
Then tho official looked up.
'Ah, Rainsford," he said, "good morn
ing. Let mo see. I said 10:.. You are
ahead of time. Just take a seat and I will
be through here ia less than fifteen min
utes." Tho man seated himself in one of the capa
cious, leather-seated chairs, whilo the su
perintendent went on with his work as
though there had been no interruption.
Having dictated a reply to the very .last
letter in tho stack, Mr. Lockwood rose
from his chair and walked over to where
bis visitor sat. On his way he lit a cigar,
and then, thrusting his hands into his
pockets, thus began:
"You have worked for tho company how
Ion?, Rainsford!"
Thirty-three years, sir.
'.In the cub all that time!"
'Every year of it. Three years firing and
thirty years an engineer."
"It's a good record, an almighty good rec
ord, Rainsford."
Mr. Lockwood coughed, a little, hard,
dry cough not caused by the cigar smoke.
Then he walked to Us desk, walked back,
and coughed once more. "Yes, it's an ex
cellent record. But, has it ever struck
you that you are not as young as you were
thirty-three years ago! You know. Rains
lord, every dog has his day. We are all
growing old. It Is merely a question of
time."
The superintendent smiled grimly, and
the engineer smiled also, though ho could
by no means comprehend the drift of the
official's moralizing remarks.
"Well, sir," said he, "there's no de
nying what you say. I ain't as limber as 1
Mscd to be. A man on the shady side of
sixty can't exacjr Tall himself one of the
boys. But, pleaer'lod, Mr. Lockwood, I'm
equal to a good maay more runs before we
go into the round-acsse for the last time."
Mr. Lockwood coughed again, and
Imccked tho osi.es off his cigar.
' ''The factfs, Rainsford, that we are going
to make several changes on the Midland.
I've beon put in here by tho directors and
?tbey expect a good deal out of me more
-than I can get out of the road as it is
;xnanned at present. I believe in young men,
so, though I have nothing whatever against
you personally, I shall havo to request you
to hand in your resignation. Let me see;
this is the twenty-second let us say on the
Jasl of the month."
The words fell on old Dick Rainsford's
ears with a dull thud. Such a possibility as
'this, while he was still in good health
.sound mentally and physically had never
entered into his mind. Thiity-three long
years of faithful service in sunshino and in
atonn, in prosperity and in adversity,
through evil report and good report, under
receivers and under presidents, through
strikes and financial panics the thirty
three best years of his life, and then are
fucx: to rcntgiu
The fine old fellow's tongue was tied, and
lie did not even mako an effort to move. He
just sat still and twirled his cap in his
fingers whilo over and over and over the
words followed each other through his partially-stunned
brain requested to resign.
Even the cold-blooded, selfish and calcu
lating official was momentarily affected.
"We might find a crossing or a target or
something of that kind for you to put in
your time at; that would be easy for you
and might help you out a bit. We don't
Want to be hard on you, Rainsford indeed,
that isn't the question. It's a matter of
business and expediency, for you may be
sure that the directors do not run this road
lor glory and can not afford to work itin the
interest of a lot of pensioners. So"
"That will do, Mr. Lockwood," said Dick,
boarsely, as he slowly aroso on bearing the
'I'M equal to a good many boss tbt."
word pensioner. "Never mind tho crossing
I am an engineer, not a gate-keeper. You
shall have my resignation just as you de
sire." With a heavy, dragging step. Engineer
Rainsford descended the long flight of steps
which led from tho general superintendent's
office to the street. But he did Dot turn his
face homewards. Strangely enough he
sauntered towards the littlo cemetery on
the outskirts of the town and paused before
a cracsy mound at the head of which was a
whilo marble dab that told its own story in
tho won's: "Sacred to tho memory ol
Martha Rainsford.
Dick sat there silently for half an hour,
and when he rose to go only said, oh ! tart
quietly:
I'm glad you went first, wife. I wouldn't
faflve wanted you to see me discharged.
Martha."
As for Mr. Lockwood, when Dick left his
office he threw himself into the very chaii
Rainsford had vacated. He stretched his
Jes;?, pulled very hard oa bis cigar, and
muttered to himself:
"Its dirty work, Lockwood, bat it's busi
ness. Business or bust is xay motto from
txow on. Poor old cuss, be takes it badly tc
hearVtoo. Well, it's dose aad Vm glad of
M. Isaalllikeitagood deal better wheal
am rid of all such confounded old fossils as
DIckRaiasfsrd."
It was tho thirty-first day of the month,
though the thirty -first day of tae.moata
was still very young. It was about two a.
m. on a pitch-dark night, aad the baited
mail train oa the United States Midland
railroac was running west, fifteen minutes
behind time.
In the sleeping-car Superintendent Lock-
wood was just preparing to "turn in," and
as he stood by Lis berth, divested of his
coat, collar, eta, be glanced at his watch
and also at the time schedule.
"Mors than fifteen minutes late, and no
earthly reason for it Well, it's that old
slow-coach's last trip on the Midland."
Dick Rainsford it was, indeed, who stood
In tho cab of the mighty locomotive which
bravely snorted onward through the
rain and the darkness. With his
hand on the lever. Dick peered
with one eye into the dense black
ness ahead, which the headlight only
seemed to render yet mora dense and
black, whilo with the other he watched the
steam-gauge.
With him for fireman was Bob Lockwood,
the young brother of the superintendent,
who was really serving his apprenticeship
with old Rainsford witb a viow to master
ing the intricate machinery of a locomo
tive. "It's pretty hard on the old girl," shout
ed Dick to his assistant meaning by tho
"old girl" the ponderous locomotive. "We've
got four extra coaches on, and the rails
THKT FtTSHZD TBS DOOB CLOSE.
as slippery as a mess of eels. Warm her
up, Bob; we haven't got any too much
steam."
The fireman shoveled in fuel until the
perspiration poured off his grimy brow, the
result being that there was, before long, a
perceptiblo increase in the speed of tho
mail-train.
"Give it to her again, Bob,' id Dick,
when half an hour bad elapsed.
The fireman complied, and the giant en
gine throbbed with the seething water in
her boiler, while the roar of the flames in
the furnace almost drowned the clattor and
rattle of the wheels.
Suddenly there was an extraordinary roar
and a loud noise of hissing steam. The
door of the furnace flew open with a crash,
and the cab of the locomotive was enveloped
inflames.
Both Dick Rainsford and bis fireman were
involuntarily forced back from their places
in the cab.
"Shut the furnace door!" roared Dick,
and the two mon, seizing the coal shovels,
attempted to elose the heavr iron door. But
it was a vain effort. They pushed the
door close, but it was forced open imme
diately, and they could not stand within a
shovel's length of the furnace because of
the relentless flames, with which were
mingled clouds of escaping steam.
Rainsford knew only too well what was
the trouble. The safety blow-back valve
bad burned out or broken near or in the
smoke-staok, and the steam, instead of es
caping m the usual way, was blowing back
through the flues, forcing itself and the
deadly flames through the furnace door into
the cab.
The train was now running at full speed,
and if the locomotive could not oe "shut
off" at once it would be impossible to avert
a most fearful catastrophe. Dick knew
this, and so did young Lockwood. But no
man could stand in that doomed cab for tea
seconds and live nay , not for tito seconds
and both of the men knew that.
"It's my last trip anyhow," said Dick to
himself. Aloud he shouted, almost savage
ly: "Get back there, out of barm's way
tell them how it was. Bob!"
And the o'd engineer, who in all his
thirty-three years on the foot-plate had
never shirked his duty or shown the white
feather, with iron nerve and with the cour
age of a hero-martyr, pluneed into that
roaring death-trap. The flames whirled
about the brave old man as he shut off the
steam, and the cruel heat singed the grizzly
beard, blackened the gray locks and charred
to a crisp the bluo overalls as ho threw over
tho lever, but before the engineer fell back
on to the wet coals in the tender he had
done his work snd done it well.
But when the train came to a standstill
and the remorseful superintendent and
grateful passengers stood around the black
ened and lifeless body of their plucky
savior, they knew, sadly enough, that Dick
Rainsford had indeed resigned.
W. H. S. Atkixsox.
Ab Iaterestlag- Place to Vlslfc
The cash room of the Treasury Depart
ment is an interesting place. It is one of
the handsomest rooms in the world, certain
ly the most beautiful piece of architectural
work in Washington. Tho ceiling is very
high, and about midway between floor ana
ceiling there is a balcony around the walL
It is of bronze. Visitors always go to the
cash room and look down upon their public
servants handling millions of gold, silver
and greenbacks. The paying tellers here
deliver all of tho monoy which goes out of
the Treasury. The paymasters of tho army
and navy and tho disbursing officers of the
other departments come hero and draw im
mense sums for disbursement among tho
employes of the Government. Hero any
ono and every ono may come for change.
People go in throngs and form long lines in
tho cash room, waiting their turns, just be
fore Christmas, getting bright new pennies
by tho hundred for distribution among the
children. A littlo pockctbook filled with
bright new coppers makes a very welcome
Christmas present for littlo boys and girls.
The Tone Warn Annromimta.
Thl rfnrtfn tnw tliA Aaerutatfwl 7Pfaaf9i '
not mean to perpetrate a joke. He merely
wrote out and sent for cold type the actual
occurrence. Thero was a great procession '
: -. . ...mi.4ii vc.ituu nwiciramug buc
iroops in KewYork City. Tho tune was
about three weeks before bis marriage
' with Miss Folsom. The reporter wrote: "As
Gilmore's band passed the reviewing stand
they struck up tho popular operatic air,
'For he's going to marry Yum-Yum, Yum
Yum,' and the President smiled as he bowed
to the leader."
Forever and Ever.
Charley, dear," said the rustic young
girl, "will you love me as now and cling to
me always!"
Yes, darling," replied the matter-of-fact
lover ;'T11 stick to you as tight as that war
sa jour chin." Areola Record.
STREET LESSONS.
fcev. Dr. Talmaee Discourses On
an Every Day Topic
What Csa Be leaned From Our Great
Business ThoroaKhfmrcn All Eqaal
la the Street The World of
the Fat ore.
In a recent sermon at Brooklvn Dr.
Talmage took for his subject: "The City
Streets." His text was: "Wisdom crieth
without; she uttereth her voice in the
street." Proverbs L 20. He said:
We are all ready to listen to the voice of
nature the voices of the mountains, the
voice of the pea, the voices of the storm,
the voices of he star. As in some of the
cathedrals in Europe there 1 an c-gan at
either end of the building, and the one
instrument responds musically to the
other, so in the great cathedral of natnr
day responds to day, and ni?bt to night,
and flower to flower, and star to star, in
the great harmonies of the universe. The
springtime is an evancelist in hlo'soms
preaching of Gd'slove; and the winter
is a prophet white bearded denouncing
woe against our sins. We are all ready to
listen to the voices of nature; but how
few of us learn anv .thing from the voices
of the noisy and duty street. You go to
your merchandise, your mechanism, and
to your work, and you come back again
and often with an indifferent heart you
pass through the streets.
Are there no thincs for u to learn frrm
these pavements ovpr which we pass?
Are there no tutt of truth growing up
between these cobblestones, beaten with
the feet of toil, and pain, and pleasure,
and the slow tread of old age. and the
quick step of childhood? Ave. there ar
great harvest to be reaped ; and now I
thrust in the sickle because the hnrvest is
ripe. "Wisdom rrieth without; she utter
eth her voice'in the streets."
In the first plica the street impresses
mo with the fnct that this life is a seen"
of toil and struzele. By ten o'clock every
day the city is- jarring with wheels, and
shuffling with feet, and bumming .with
voices, and covered with tho breath of
smokestack and a rush witb traffickers.
Once in awhile you find a man Koine along
with fold'd arms and with leisurely step,
as though be bad nothing to do:
but for the most rart, as you find
men going down these street, on the
wav to business, there is anxiety in their
faces, as though they had some errand
which roust be executed at the first possi
ble moment. You are jo? tied by those
who have bargains to make and note to
sell. Up this ladder with a hod of bricks,
out of this bank with a roll of bills, on this
dray witb a load of goods, digging a cel
lar, or shingling a roof, or shoeing a horse,
or building a wall, or mending a watch, or
binding a book. Industry, with her thou
sand arras, and thousand eyes, and thou
sand, feet, goes on singing her song of
work! work! work! while the mills drum
it, and the steam whistles fife it All this
is not because men love toil. Some one
remarked: "Every man is a lazy es he
can afford to be." But it is because neces
sity, with stern brow and wiib uplifted
whip, stands over them readv whenever
they relax their toil to make their shoul
ders sting witb the lash. Can it be that,
passing up and down these streets on
your way to work and business, yoa do
not learn any thing of the world's toil,
and anxiety, and struggle?
O, bow many drooping hearts, bow
many eyes on the watch, bow many miles
traveled, bow many burdens carried, bow
many losses suffered, bow many battles
fought how many victories gained, how
many defeats suffered, how many exas
perations endured what losses what
hunger, what wretchedness, what pallor,
what disease, what agony, what despair.
Sometimes I have stopped at the corner
of the street as the multitude went hither
and yon, it has seemed to be a great pan
tomime, and as I looked upon it my heart
broke. This great tide of human life that
goes down the street is a rapid, tossed
and turned aside, and dashing ahead and
driven back beautiful in its confusion
and confused in its beauty. In the car
peted aisles of the forest, in the woods
from which the eternal shadow is never
lifted, on the shore cf the sea over
whose Iron coast tosses the tangled
foam, sprinkling the cracked cliffs
with a baptism of whirlwind and
tempest, is the best place to study
God; but in the rushing, swarming, rav
ing street is the best place to study man.
Going down to your place of business and
coming homo again, I charge you look
about see these signs of poverty, of
wretchedness, of hunger, of sin, of be
reavementand as you go through the
streets and come back through the streets,
gather up in the arms of your prayer all
the sorrow, all the losses, all the suffer
ing, all the bereavements of those whom
you pas, and present them in prayer be
fore an all sympathetic God. Then in the
great day of eternity there will be thou
sands of persons with whom yoa in this
world never exchanged one word who
will raise up and call you blessed; and
there will be a thousand fingers pointed
at you in Heaven, raying: "That is the
man, that is the woman, who helped me
when I was hungry, and sick, and wan
dering, and lost, and heart-broken. That
is the man, that is the womm," and the
blessing will come down upon you as
Christ shall say: ' I was hungry and ye
fed me. I wa naked and ya clothed me. I
was sick and in prison and ye visited me:
inasmuch asyo did it to these poor waifs
of the streets, ye d.d it to ma"
Again, the street impresses me with the
fact that all classes and conditions of so
ciety roust commingle. We sometimes
culture a wicked exclusivenes. Intellect
despises iznerance. UeGnement will ave
nothing to do with bsorisbness. Gloves
hate the sunburned hand, and the high
forehead despises the fl.it head; and the
trim hedgerow will have nothing to do
witb the wild copsewood. and Athens
hates Nazareth. This ought not to bo so.
The astronomer must come down from his
starry revelry and help us in our naviga
tion. The snrgeon must come away from
his study of the bnman organism and sot
our broken bones. The chemist must come
away from bis laboratory, where he has
been s'udying analysis and synthesis, and
help us to understand the nature of the
oil. I bles God that all classes of peo
ple are compelled to meet on the street
The glittering coach wheel clashes against
the scavenger's cart. Fine robes run
against the peddler's pack. Every class
of people meets every other class. Inde
pendence and modesty, pride and bumili-.
ty, purity and beastliness, frankness and
hypocrisy, meeting on the same block, ia
the same street in the samecity. OI that
is what Solomon meant when
he said: i "The rich and the
poor meet together; the Lord is the Maker
of them alL" I like this democratic prin
ciple of the gospel of Jesas Christ which
recognises the feet that we stand before
God oa one and the saaae platform. Do
not take on any airs; whatever position
you have gained ia society, yoa are noth
ing bat a nan, bora of the same parent
regenerated by the saaae Spirit cleansed
by the same blood, to lie dowa in the
same dust, to get ap ia the same resurrec
tion. It is high time that we all acknowl
edged not only the fatherhood of God, but
the brotherhood of man.
Again, the street impresses me with the
fact that it is a very hard thing for" a man
to keep his heart right and to get to
Heaven. Infinite temptations spring upon
ns from these places of public concourse.
Amid so much a ffluence bow much tempta
tion to covtt nuness, and to be discon
tented with cur humble lot. Amid so
many opportunities for overreaching.
what temptation to vanity. Amid somnny
saloons of strong drink, what allurement
to dissipation. In the maelstroms of the
street how many make quick and eternal
shipwreck, if a man of war comes back
from a battle, and is towed into tho navy
yard, we go down to look at the splintered
spars and count the bullet boles, and look
witb patriotic admiration on the flag that
floated in victory from the masthead. But
that min is more of a curiosity who has
gone through thirty years of the sharp
shooting of business life, and yet sails on,
victor of the temptations of the street. O!
how many have gone down under the
pressure, leaving not so much as the patch
of canvas to tell where they perished.
They never bad any peace. Their dishon
esties kept tolling In their ears. If 1 bad
an ax and could split open the beams of
that fine bouse perhaps I would find in
the very heart of it a skeleton. In his very
best wine there i a smack of the poor
man's sweat. O! is it strange that when
a man has devoured widows' houses he is
disturbed witb indigestion? All the forces
of nature are against him. The floods are
ready to drown him and the earthquake
to swallow him and the fire to con mi me
him and the lightnings to smite him. But
the children of God are on every street,
and in the day when the crowns of Heaven
are distributed some of the brightest will
be given to those men who were faithful
to God and faithful to the souls of others
amid the marts of business, proving them
selves the heroes of the street. Mighty
were their temptations, mighty was their
deliverance and mighty shall be their
triumph.
Again, the street impresses me witb the
fact that" life is full of pretensions and
sham. What subterfuge, what double
dealing, what two facedness! Do all the
people who wish you good morn ing really
hope for you a happy day? Do all the
people who shake hands love each other?
Are all those anxiou about your health
who inquire concerning it? Do all want
to see you who ak you to call? Does all
the world know half as much a it pre
tends to know? Is there not many a
wretched stock of goods with a brilliant
show window?
Passingup snd down these streets to your
business and your work are you not im
pressed witb the fact that much of society
is hollow 'and that these are subterfuge
and pretensions? O, how many are there
wbo swagger and strut and how few
people who are natural and walk. While
fops simper, and fools chuckle, and
simpletons giggle, bow few people are
natural and laugh. The courtesan and
the IiLertine go down the street in beauti
ful apparel, while within the heart there
are volcanoes of passion consuming tbeir
life away. I say these things not to
create in yon incredulity and misanthropy,
nor do I forget there are thousands of
peoplea great deal better than tbey seem;
but I do not think any man is prepared
for the conflict of this life until be knows
this particular peril. Ebud comes pre
tending to pay bis tax to King Eglon. and
while he stands in front of the King, stabs
him through witb a dagger until the haft
went in after the blade. Judas lscariot
kfcsed Christ
Again the street impresses me with the
fact that it is a great field for Christian
charity. There are hunger and suffering.
and want and wretchedness in the coun
try; but these evils chiefly congregate in
our great cities. On every streot crime
prowls, and drunkenness staggers, and
shame winks, and pauperism thrusts out
its hand asking for alms. Here want is
most squalid and hunger is most
lean. A Christian man going along a
street in New York saw a poor lad and
he stopped and said: "My boy, do you
know how to read and write?" The boy
made no answer. The man asked the
question twice and thrice: "Can you
read and write?" and then the boy an
swered witb a toar plashing on the back
of bis band. He said in defiance: "No,
sir; I can't read nor write either. God.
sir. don't want me to read and write.
Didn't He take away my father so long
ago I never remember to have soen him?
and haven't 1 bad to go along the street
to get something to fetch home to eat for
the folk? and didn't I as soon as I contd
carry a basket have to go out and pick up
cinders and never have no schooling, sir?
God don't want me to read, sir. I can't
read nor write neither."
O. these poor wanderers I They havo no
chance. Born in degiadation. as tbey get
up from tbeir bands and knees to walk
tbey take tbeir first step on the road to
despair. Let us go forth in the name of
the Lord Jesus Christ to rescue them. If
you are not willing to go forth yourself
then give of your means; and if you are
too lazy to go and too stingy to help then
get out of the way and bide yourself in the
dens and caves of the earth, lest when
Cbrist'4 chariot comes along the hort.es'
hoofs trample you into the mire. Be
ware lest the thousands of the destitute
of your city in the last great day rise
up and cur.o your stupidity and
your neglect. One cold winter's day as a
Christian man was going along the Bat
tery in New York he saw a little girl seat
ed at the gate shivering in the cold. Ho
said to her: "My child, what do you sit
therefor this cold day?" "O."sho replied,
"I am waiting for somebody to come and
take caio of ma" "Why." said the man,
what makes you think anybody will come
and take care of you?" "Ot"sho said,
"my mother died last week and I was cry
ing very much, and she said: 'Don't cry,
my dear, though I 'am gone and your
father is gone the Lord will send some
body to take care of you.' My mother
never told a lie; sbe said somebody would
come and take care of me and 1 am wait
ing for them to come." O, yes, they are
waiting for you. Men of great hearts
gather them in, gather them in. It is not
the will of your Heavenly Father that one
of these little ones should perish.
Lastly, the street impresses me with
the fact that all the people are looking
forward. I see expectancy written on
every face I meet between .here and
Brooklyn bridge, or walking the whole
length of Broadway. When yon find a
thousand people, walking straight on, yoa
only find one man stopping and looking
back. The fact is, God made as all to
look ahead becaase we are immortal. Ia
this tramp of the multitude on the streets,
I hear the tramp of a great host march
ing and starching for teralty.
Beyaad the oflee, the store, taetaea.
there Is a world, popaloas aad treawadeas.
Through God's grace, may yoa reach that
blessed place. A great throng ills those
boaltvards aad the streets are arasawlta
the conqaerors. The laaabitaaU go ap
aad down, but they never weep aad they
never toil. A river flows through that
citv, with rounded aad luxurious banks,
and trees of life laden with everlasting
fruitage bend their branches to dip the
crystal. Noplumed hoarse rattles over that
pavement for they are aever sick. With
immortal health glowing ia every vein
they know not how to die. Those
towers of strength, those palaces of
beauty, gleam in the HgLt of a
sun that never sets. O, Heaven,
beautiful Heaven! Heaven, where our
friends are. They take no census in that
city, for it is inhabited by a "multitude
which no man can number." Rank above
rank. Host above host. Gallery above
gallery, sweeping all round the heavens.
Thousands of thousands. Millions of mil
lions. . Blessed are they wbo enter in
through that gate into that city. O. start
for it to-day. Through the blood of the
great sacrifice of the Son of God, take up
your march to Heaven. "The Spirit and
the Bride say come, and whosoever will,
let him come and take of the water of life
freely." Join this great throng marching
Heavenward. All the doors of invitation
ar open. "And I saw twelve gates, and
there were twelve pearls."
THE KAISER'S TITLE.
William II. I German Emperor, anil Not
Kmprrnr of Grrmany.
Should it be "Emperor of Germany"
or (Jerman Emperor?" This is ono
of the questions periodically in dis
pute Every year or so the same mis
take is made, and is followed by the
same correction. Some one speaks of
the head of the German Confederation
as tho "Emperor of Germany." and
then the fat is in the lire. Some ono
elso of the Superior-Person" typo
writes to say that he has always been
taught to use the title German Em
peror" and would be glad to know if
he is wrong in so doing. And then a
day or two after all the special corre
spondents ivcigh in with an assurance
that the Superior Person is all right
and tho "Emperor of Germany" all
wrong. During the last day or two
the disease has appeared and run its
usual course. "The Court Circular,"
in its account of William II.'s visit to
England, spoke of him throughout as
the "Emperor of Germany;" "M. P."
wrote to the Times to call attention to
this fact, and to ask for explanations,
and the explanations arc to-day pro
vided by its Berlin and Brussels corre
spondents. "German Emperor" is
right of course, and really it should
not be very difficult to remember tho
fact, when the origin of the present
German Empire is taken into account
The head of the old German Empire
based his title, to a large extent, upon
territorial right But tho modern
head of the Germans bases his pre
eminence upon no considerations savo
those laid down in the Imperial Con
stitution. In 1871 the other German
nationalities were much too jealous
of the Prussians to restore tho old
empire for the benefit of their King.
Instead they raised up a new empire,
and gave its head a new title, as a
standing memorial of the various
forces which brought it into being.
William II. is "Gorman Emperor": it
is possible that he would like to bo
"Emperor of Germany;" but whilo he
may long retain the former title, he is
hardly likely ever to gain the latter.
London Globe.
GREAT WILL POWER.
Iltastratioas of flow Some People Hold Oa
to lire.
Three stories were told over after
dinner cigars the other day. showing
the power of a man's will. One was
of a young officer in the English army
who was peculiarly stubborn and
irascible. lie had been confined to his
bed after a severe attack of the heart
and was unable to move. His physi
cian asked one of his fellow-officers to
warn him that ho would never get out
of bed again, that he might arrange
his affairs before death. When the
sick man was told what the doctor had
said he arose in bed excitedly and said:
"I will never get up again, ch? I will
walk to tho doctor myself and show
him." IIi jumped to the floor, walked
across the room and fell dead.
The other was about a sheriff out
West, who, when arresting a man, was
stabbed through the heart He seized
the man by the shoulders, after tho
blade had stuck him. pressed him to
the ground, drew his revolver and de
liberately thrusting it down the strug
gling prisoner's throat pulled tho
trigger at the instant he himself died.
The third story was regarding an
other officer who was hunting down a
thief. The man thought he had given
his pursuer the slip, but just as he en
tered one door of a railroad car the of
ficer appeared in the other. The thief
instantly fired, the bullet penetrating
his pursuer's brain. The officer, how
ever, returned the shot, bringing his
man to the ground. He then dragged
himself along the aisle of tho car,
tiring as he crawled, until his revol
ver was empty. He was dead when
he was picked up, a second after ho
ceased to shoot Boston Gazette.
She Carried the Day.
"Maria," demanded Mr. Billus, "do
you intend to wear that ridiculous hat
to church this morning?"
"I certainly do, John." replied Mrs.
Billus. "Thi3 is a lovely hat Thero
will not be a nicer one there."
"If you go to church with that
thing, Maria," he stormed. "I'll wear
the squeakiest pair of boots I've got!"
1 can't help it, John," said his wife,
sweetly.
They wero lato at church, Mr. Billus
wore his squeaky boots, every body
looked round and saw the hat and
Mrs. Billus was happy. O. woman,
woman! What fools men continue to
mako of themselves in thy name!
Chicago Tribune,
THE ARIZONA KICKER.
Trathfal Statement Coatalned la
Itecent Issue of tbo Short.
It Has Fallex. Mr. Wanamaker
has refused to appoint us to the post
mastership of this town. Tho blow
has at length fallen. Honesty, integ
rity, merit intelligence and enthusi
asm have gone for naught A wall-
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can t spun gum, nnu can scarcely uuu.
two and two, is retained in preference.
Do wo turn the other cheek?
Not much! Tho first thing wo did
after receiving the news last night was
to burn up a vest which was purchaed
at Wanamaker's ten years ago. Wo
shall never, never buy another dud
from his establishment. We a?k our
friends to mako tho same resolve. Tho
Nero must bo brought to terms. His
haughty form must bo rubbed in tho
dust He mu&t be given to understand
that the bulwarks of American liberty
still tower aloft, and that no free-bora
American can be trampled ou with im
punity. Sic Fcmper tyrannis! Which means
that we have camped on his trail.
Painful Accioext. Together with
about twenty other gentlemen, wo
wero sitting in front of tho Croolc
House hist Tuesday evening, when tho
Tuscan stajjo suddenly drove up. hav
ing unexpectedly arrived fifteen min
utes ahead of time. One of tho outside
passengers had the appearance of a
detective, and there was a sudden
scatteration of loungers. It was laugh
able to see Colonel Jones. Major
Wiokham. Judge Perdue, Professor
Wise and others tumble over each other
as they broke for tho sage brush. An
unfortunate accident occurred in this
connection. The Hon. Timothy Shooks.
late, of Indiana, probably believing
that he had been sent for for barn
burning, or horse stealing, fell over a
bench in his hurry to abscond and
broke his left leg. and it will probably
bo two months beforo he will be able
to be about again.
A Possible Mistake. Colonel Keho
Jones, who was pulled up to a limb by
the boys the other night as a warning
than no snide games will be allowed in
any gambling house iu this bailiwick,
has called at the Kicker oflice to pro
test that we were mistaken in the way
wo sized him up in our local columns.
He showed us letters of recommenda
tion from prominent parties iu Well
ington, Philadelphia and New York,
and ho exhibited the Testament given
him by his mother twenty-three years
ago and worn over his heart ever since.
We may possibly have been mistaken
in writing the gentleman up as a forger,
embezzler, bigamist and escaped con
vict and in encouraging the boys to
pull his neck as a warning. If so, we
are very sorry. The only way he can
satisfy us of his integrity is to frown
upon any thing like a skin game in his
establishment in future.
Sole Agext. Wo have been ap
pointed sole agent in this town for tho
Kentucky Hemp Company, limited, and
will bo the only one handling their fa
mous No. 6" rope. This rope.as most of
our readers are aware, is made for and
exclusively used as neckties for bad
men. It will stand the greatest strain,
run easier, fit tighter and give mora
general satisfaction, than any other
hanging rope in the market. No matter
what sort of a neck a man has. this
rope settles to the right spot at once.
We sell it in twenty foot lengths at two
dollars per length, and where more is
wanted tho price will be made satis
factory. Give us a call before purchas
ing elsewhere.
TheueisOxe. In answer to "corres
pondent" last week, who asked if thero
was a railroad line running through
this town, we replied that if such a lino
existed we had never heard of it in tho
two years of our stay. We now desire to
inform him that there is a line a branch
of the U. P. Road and that it runs two
trains per day and gives excellent
service. The manager of the line. Mr.
Ben Davis, called at our otlice yester
day and handed us an annual pass over
the line, and wo take pleasure in say
ing that the cars are of the best make,
the fare reasonable and that the lino
has done much to build up our town.
Not Yet. We have often been asked
why we did not establish a Daily
Kicker, and many individuals have
promised us their hearty support In
tho first place wo are now running
under one roof a great weekly news
paper, a harness shop, a grocery, a
feed store and a great boot and alioo
house, and we haven't much spare
time; and in the second place when wo
have any money to throw away we'll
do it by establishing a school of phil
osophy for Indians. We've got a good
thing as it is, and wo don't sigh for the
whole earth. Detroit Freo Press.
A venerable member of the Houso
had watched the pages flitting up and
down the aisles, and had indulged in
considerable speculation as to why they
wero there. A day or two ago his
curiosity became so great that ho asked
a fellow member: "Say. John, who
are them boys that play around the
hall?" "Why." was tho reply, "they
are pages." "Gosh all thunder!" said
the astonished gentleman, "you don't
mean to tel me them's all Sam Page's
boys, do ye?" Concord (N. IM Mon
itor.
Catching frogs to sell them to res
taurants is a brisk industry around
Chambersburg, Pa. The hunter car
ries a torch which he flashes on tho
stream, and if a frog is there it sits
dazed, aad with a dexterous thrust of
a spear he pins it.
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