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THOS. J. ADAMS PROPRIETOR. EDGEFIELD, S. C., WEDNESDAY, MARCH 23, 1898. VOL. LXIII. NO 12.
IN THE I
The mother rocks in the firelight,
Th? little one on her knees,
And ber song and the glow of the. ember;
Steal through the shadows to me.
. And I.iollow the highways of fancy
To a valley of long ago,
As the mother sings In the firelight,
Bocking to and fro.
In the heart of that sunlit valley
t Is a schoolhouse, prim and white,
And the voices of children singing
The song she sings to-night;
And hills rise blue abova me,
And the river is fair below,
As the mother sings ia the firelight.
Bocking to and fro.
i THE CLAO
By AD. I
HE wagon was old
and creaked dis
mally, as the lank,
mules dragged it
along over Vue
road. The har
ness was a com
bination of ropes and well-worn
straps, whose rough edges had here
and there rubbed off patehes of hair
from the animals' thin sides and sharp
On the front seat of the wagon sat a
girl, with the lines in her hands. SX*
looked to be about nineteen. A niaW
of dark-gold curls surmounted her
shapely head; her eyes were bright
hazel in color, and the breath of the
chill wind that crept up nuder the
old wagon cover gave a vivid tinting
to her pretty cheeks.
"Faith, how much farther is it to
Uncle Ethan's?" asked a slender boy
of ten, who occupied a low bench by
the small stove, that stood almost in
the centre of the wagon-bed.
"A long ways yet, dear," answered
the fair driver. "Afore than a Iron
* dred mi><? T should say."
"I'm gettin' most awful tired,"
murmured Bessie, a curly-headed
mite, little more than five 3 ears old,
as she nestled in th^ folds of a huge
buffalo robe near her brother.
"We are all gettiug tired out, Bes
?ie,"said Faith Haskins, a shadow
crossing her brow. "But cheer np,
dears, we'll reach Uncle Ethan's some,
time this week, I hope. And let us
be thankful that we have ev^n this
poor shelter from the cold."
As she spoke she cast her ejes
about the interior of the cauvas-cjv
ered wagon, then out across the
dreary stretch of houseless prairie,
over which scattering flakes of snow
had begun to fall.
. At the rear end of the wagon was a
pile of bed clothes, while near the
centre stood the little stove, in which
" heerfrti^fice^Tgfls burning:.. -, O^the-I;
ridge-pole a?neVo^oTtlISHbows, hung '
several cooking utensils, and under
the front seat was a large provision
box, a sack of corn-meal, a side of
bacon and other necessary articles.
Almost a year ago Faith Haskins'
father had died, leaviug her alone on
a bleak Nebraska claim, with uer little
brother and sister, Clint and Bessie.
Their mother had died ouly eight
months before the father. The sorrow
of the lonely orphans was very great,
and, being very poor, theie seemed
nothing hopeful for them to whieh
they could look forward in the future.
Faith, however, did not yield to de
spair. She went bravely to work to
earn a living for herself and the two
children left to her care. Besides
cultivating a small piece of ground
with Clint's help, she had managed to
teach a short term of school in the
winter. But it had taken nearly all
flhe made to pay the doctor's bills and
the funeral expenses. Then her
mother's brother, Ethan Bartley, who
lived on a cattle ranch in Southwest
ern Kansas, had written Faith advis
ing her to sell the claim for whatever
it would bring, and inviting her and
Clint and Bessie to come and make
their home with him.
Very gladly Faith accepted the offer
from Uncle Ethan, but finding it im
possible to convert their effects into
cash, owing to "hard times," she left
the claim in charge of a renter and de
cided to make the journey by wagon.
Many of the young claim-holders in
that part of Nebraska would have been
happy to have married the girl, but
she cared for none of them.
The travelers had now reached a
point a little south of the centre of
Kansas, and were pressing on toward
Uncle Ethan's ranch as fast as the
jaded mules could draw them. Faith
was anxious to reach their destination,
as the school near her uncle's home
was waiting for her.
It was a lonely and desolate sight
that met the girl's eyes as they moved
slowly along over the brown, cheerless
prairie. For miles no sign of human
habitation broke the wild monotony,
save at long intervals, when a lonely
sod shanty or a dug-out could be seen
nestling in the rank dead grass.
It was about four in the evening
when Faith drove the weary mules
down a little sloye that led into a low,
winding valley. A scant growth of
scraggy elms and ghostly sycamores
and cottonwoods skirted the small
crooked stream, with dense thickets
of wild plum and persimmon scattered
here and there.
A quick glance about decided Faith
to stop here for the night. She was
just turning from the rutty road into
11 grassy glade, when there was a sharp
jolt, and one of the wheels snddenly
went down into a deep, rain-washed
gully, accompanied by a sound of
An involuntary cry of dismay
escaped the driver as she leaned out
and saw that one of the wheels was
"Oh, Faith! What will we do now?"
cried Clint, as he hurried forward to
view the wreck. Bessie began to cry
"Never miud, dears," said Faith,
bravely. "We eau get the wheel
She climbed out of the unfortunate
wagon and with Clint's assistance
began unhitching the team. Bessie,
with tear-wet face, watched them from
under the canvas-cover.
The snow storm was increasing in
power and the icy wind blew the flakes
through the long, dead grass with a
eharp, hissing sound.
In the heart of that sunlit valley
Is a Tolce I used to hear;
In the swell of that far off chorus
It rises full and clear.
And the sheen of a ohildi9h beauty
r Comes back with its bloom and gl?n?
As the mother sings in the firelight.
Bocking to and fro.
And lo, as I He here and listen,
The vision changes, and then
In the heart of a "love lit" valley
She is singing that sons again.
And I catch in the face of our baby
Tho features 1 used to know,
As tho mother sings in the firelight,
Bocking to and fro.
-Albert Bigelow Paine.
i. GIBSON. ^
As the mules were led from the
wagon the sound of approaching hoofs
came through the snow-laden air and
the next instant two men mounted on
sturdy ponies reined in near the broken
vehicle. They were men of about
thirty, bearded, bronzed and clad in
the rough garb usually worn by plains
men. Broad-brimmed hats covered
their heads and a brace of heavy
revolvers was stuck into their wide
To one unaccustomed to the dress
and manners of plainsmen the sudden
appearance of these men might have
rinduced a feeling akin to terror. But
during the two years and a half which
Faith had spent on the Nebraska
frontier, she had grown used to such
types of Western character.
"Good evenin', ma'am," said Ike
Barclay, dismounting from his pony.
"Had a break down, I see. Bad job!"
he remarked, examining the broken
"Yes, sir," answered Faith. "Is
there a place near here where I can
get the wheel mended?"
"Wa-al, thar's ole Berger's black
smith shop over by Pete Miley's store,
but it's plumb three mile from hyer,"
Faith looked troubled.
"Whar's yer men folks!*" inquired
Ike, glancing around.
"There are* no men with us," re
""Wot! Yer don't mean to say yer
traveliu' alone with only them two
kids?" said Jim Hancock.
"Yes," answered Faith, simply.
"We aro from Nebraska and are on
our way to our uncle's ranch on the
Arkansas River ia this State."
"Wa-al, I'll be-switched!" ex
claimed Jim, growing a little red in
the face, as he quickly reminded him
self that he was in the presence of a
"Yer rsee, ma'am," explained Ike,
"it seems plumb cur'ons like to see a
woman travelin' alone over this lone
some .k?ratryr.ia-<^k.T^--Lthor^^JXGt "Vii "[
te.il yer wot Jim an* ine'll do for yer.
If yer willin' to trust us, we'll tote
that wheel over to ole Berger's shop
an' git him to fix it up lor yer."
"I hate io trouble you so much,"
"It'll be no trouble to us, ma'am,"
Jim assured her.- "Ike au' me was
goin' over to Pete Miley's store any
Assisted by his companion, Ike
soon had the wagon propped up and
the broken wheel removed.
Turning to Faith, Jim said: "Ma'am,
it's goin' to borough weather to-night,
an' I reckon a cabin with a fire-place
would be right smart better than
campin' byer in the wagon. Thar'd a
good cabin beyond thet patch o' tim
ber belongs to a friend o' oura-a chap
who's visitin' his ole home in Illinoy.
Yer welcome to take the kids an' camp
thar, if yer will."
"I'd be very thankful for shelter
from this storm," said Faith. "If the
owner wouldn't care-"
"He's not one o' them kind-this
friend o' oura iu Iliinoy. He's open
hearted as a summer day, an' the most
go-ahead young settler in these parts,"
Ike led the way to the absent man's
cabin, which was on the other side of
the timber from where the wagon had
stopped. It was a new log structure,
tightly daubed with lime and sand.
There was a snug fire-place in one
corner and the room contained atable,
four chairs and a bed. The deer rifle
thrown across antlers above the door,
and a man's old straw hat, a coat and
blue jeans overalls on pegs near the
head of the bed proclaimed the fact
that the owner must be a bachelor.
Jim soon made a roaring fire on the
open hearth. Then, after he and Ike
had transferred such things as Faith
needed from the wagon to the cabin,
they mounted their ponies and rode
away, carrying the crippled wheel be
tween them. They assured Faith that
they would fetch it back that night.
When the claim-holders, Ike Barc
lay and Jim Hancock, reached the
blacksmith shop, just back of Miley's
general store, they tumbled the wheel
to the ground, just as Berger, tall,
gaunt and dust-blackened, was closing
up for the night.
"Hold on, Berger!" called Jim,
springing from his pony and begin
ning to pusli tho wheel into the shop.
"We want this wheel mended up right
"Yes, an' do a good job-none o'
yer blotchin'!" put in Ike. "We'll pay
yer when ye finish."
Berger took tho wheel and set to
work immediately to repair it. Jim
and Ike hitohed their ponies back of
the shop, where they were out of the
Then they started toward Miley's
store. Pausing before one of the win
dows, they peered within. Miley was
tying up a package for a short, fat man
with a ragged red woolen scarf around
his neck, while a solitary figure was
warming at tho stove in the back part
of the store.
Suddenly an exclamation burst from
Jim, and he pointed toward the man
by the stove:
"Look, Ike! If thar ain't Rob Wood
I'll swaller thet wheel!"
"Yer right, by ginger!" ejaculated
Ike, as he peered in above the rim of
frost on the pane at a well-built, hand
some young man, about thirty, who,
divested of hat and overcoat, was giv
ing himself a thorough warming at
Pete Miley's rust-begrimed stove.
"Wot'll Rob say?"
'Bout his cabin?"
"Lightnin' aa' razors! I n
thought o' thet!"
"Say, Ike, I've got an idee!" w
pored Jim. "We can have a good
on Rob-the best thing out!"
"Wot is it?"
Jim whispered a few words
Ike's ear. Ike broke into a chu
"We'll do it, by jinison!" he
claimed. "It won't hurt thet le
woman, and it will pay Bob back
some o' his own everlastin' jokes
Entering the store, they spoke
Miley, then strode back to the si
to greet their fellow claim-holder.
"Jest got back, Rob?" they asl
as they shook his hand warmly.
"Yes; just got in on the four o'cl
train, and walked over from the stat:
What's the news?" he asked.
"News?" repeated Jim, assumin
long and reflective visage. "Wa
nothin' much, 'ceptin' ole Kiler's s
out an' left. An' lemme see; 3
thar's Sukehouse, he got throwed
his broncho an' broke his collar bo
Us galloots have been doin' wot
could to patch him up. An' th
thar's some new settlers comiu'
lately-au' wantin' timber claims,
jumpin* 'em, too, when they ge
chance. But how did yer find
folks back yonder in Illinoy?"
' "All well and happy," replied I
Wood. "But what's this you ?
"Oh, yes! I reckon yer heerd 'b<
yer claim, an'thet's hurried yerbad
"My claim! What do you mear
and Bob Wood's blue eyes ' dilai
"I thought maybe yer'd heerd 'bc
it 'fore now," said Jim, very ini
cently. "Wa-al, yer see yer cia
has been kinder jumped-a fam:
moved into yer shanty. They haA
"Do you mean to say that some lo
down sneak has dared to jump n
claim while I've been gone?" beerie
a sudden flame of anger mounting
his handsome face.
"Looks powerfully thet vay," r
turned Jim. "Seed a kivered wage
thar, an' smoke pourin' out o' y
chimney as we rid over byer."
With a quick stride Bob Wo<
walked out of the store, got his hon
from the stable, where it had bec
kept during his absence, and M as soc
galloping away through the snow
dusk of the early evening.
When he was beyond earshot <
Miley's store thc two conspirato]
went off into roars of laughter, aft?
which they let the old store-keep?
into their joke.
"It's a good one on Wood," sai
Miley, joining heartily in the laughtei
"an' calls for cigars at Bob's expens<
don't it?'.' said Jim.
"Exactly," agreed Ike.
"Good enough!" said Miley, as h
handed out tho box of his choices
^^T-^??^rr-i?cbr v ^?nrt-gii-?saa-s
us?" said Ike. ]
"No; a feller thet can give as goo<
jokes as Bob can can take one on hin:
self," auswerod Jim.
Meantime, Bob Wood, his brain ful
of wrath at the unprincipled person
who had "jumped his claim." wa
nearing his cabin. He was too angr
to heed the snow and the cuttin,
northwest wind. One purpose rule
him-to order the claim-jumpers 0:
his land at once.
He rode into the persimmon thicket
where he left his horse out of th
storm. Then he strode rapidly towan
"If they go out quietly there will b
no trouble, but if they refuse to go
He did not finish the sentence, bu
his eyes flashed threateningly.
Little Bessie was alone at the cabiu
Faith and Clint having gone to th
dugout stable to make the mules com
fortable for the night.
The little girl was holding the doo:
partly open, while she looked wonder
ingly upward at the vast descent J
the snow. The glow of the fire-plac<
fell upon her and made her look like 1
snow bound fairy. She gave a start ai
Bob Wood suddenly appeared befor<
her in the snow-covered path.
"Where's your pa, littlegirl?" askec
Bob, as he pushed past ht r.
"Ha's gone," answered Bessie,look
ing shyly at this abrupt visitor.
"Gone! Where to?"" he asked.
"Gone to Heaben," said the Hitit
"Humph!" muttered Bob, to him
self. "I didn't know claim-jumpen
i Then he glanced hastily around the
! room. There was his table bearing
the remnants of a supper, while in ar
opposite corner a few boxes and some
bedding were stacked away.
"Well," he said, dryly, "it's verj
plain they have come to stay."
Besides, remembering how Faith
always treated her company, closed
.the door, and brought a chair up tc
"Won't you have a seat an' warm?"
she asked, looking into the young
man's handsome face.
"No, little one," he answered
quickly, but the severe expression on
his face changed to one of tenderness
as he gazed down into the pretty, in
nocent eyes of the tiny hostess. He
liked children, and, banishing for the
time being the thought that some o?
her folks were doing him great un
kindness in thus appropriating his
claim, he gave her a paper of mixed
candies, which he had bought at
Miley's. He had just received Bes
sie's thanks when the door opened
and Faith entered the cabin.
The eyes of Faith Haskins and Bob
Wood met in one lonft, searching
glance. She turned pale anti leaned
baok against the door. Bob was him
self at first too agitated to sper.k.
Becovering himself, however, he ap
proached the girl.
"Faith! Faith Haskins!" he cried.
"Is it, indeed, you?"
"Yes, Bob," she managed to artic
ulate. "I never expected to see you
She had a struggle to keep the tears
back. The sight of Bob Wood had
brought the past all back and made
her feel strangely weak and un
"Come, Faith," said Bob, taking
he? hand with a touch that thrilled
her, "sit down by the fire there aud
tell me all about your life since you
A few minutes later, when Glint
caine in, he found Bessie sitting coz
Hy on the knee of a flned^oking
stranger by the fire-place,;|while
Faith, in a chair opposite him, was
telling how they came t x be there.
It was about two hours late?.when
Ike and Jim' returned wita the*mend
ed wheel. They were somewhat sur
prised to find Eob at the covered
wagon whistling away to himself, as if
he was the happiest man orijthose
"Hello, Hob!" they called. |*4,Wot
of them claim-jumpers?" v JL.
"They've got possession; and. are
going to keep it," he returned.
Then Ike and $m laughed abd Eob
joined in heartily.
"Well, boys, you've had yoiir joke
and now I'll tell you how it's Jbrned
out," said Eob. "Back inSlinois
this brave* little woman, Fai^Has
kins, and I went to school together.
Our parents were near neighbors and
we were lovers from childhood/. But
her father didn't think I was mjtich ac
count for anything but to twang a
guitar or fiddle, so when he started to
Nebraska with his family he told me
frankly his objections and that>X must
not think of Faith. But I (H&think
of her and went on loving hy? more
than ever. I gave up my idlejjiabits,
taught school a few terms", the?r came
here and took this timber^ffelaim.
When I had a good home of my. own
to offer her I intended to hunt3?aith's
folks up and win her. It wasjchiefiy
to get on their track that I weat back
to my old home. From onjftof the
neighbors I found out that $tr. and
Mrs. Haskins were both def??? and
Faith was still unmarried. Th?i's why
I hurried back. I was going ,t? make
things a little more comfortabl&at my
cabin. Then I was going up iftto Ne
braska to find Faith. But kind
hand guided her to my cabitfout of
the storm, and neither she Jffpr the
children jjkall suffer for the qomforts
of this life as long as I amiable to
work for them. I am goin|? to go
with them to their uncle's r#bch on
the Arkansas Eiver. But justis soon
as Faith's visit there is finishecTshe is
comiug back with me. Yoa|;under
stand me, boys?" ;i
"Wa-al, now, I'm not the dimest ole
grab-hoe on these prairies, I jr|ckon!"
returned Ike, with a grin.-N?jwY?rk
SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL.
Painting is now done by compressed
Ceilings of stamped steel artfl
The chemical name of Eps?i l. salts is
sulphate of magnesia.
Au Italian inventor has irj?f?nted^a
boat with steel fim, which is jfopelled
solely b}rthe motion of the sm-water.
It goes best in rough AreatherJ^
Sufferers from neuralgia awwarned
by a medical writer not to dqmk tea,
but to partake freely of- coffee into
whack the juice of a lemoujuas been
Electro magnets capabJe^oi?pickjng_
.gp & jua?mvjv X>^UCCTS-S?T^.-^-. ^pfc&f^W?i?z
used by the Illinois steel company to
transfer steel beams or plates from one
part of the shop to another;
The weight of a man's brain has, it
is said, nothiug to do with his mental
power. It is a question of climate,
not of intellect. The colder the cli
mate, the -greater the size of the brain.
Acetylene can be neither manu
factured nor sold in Great Britain now
save by express permission of the
Homo Secretary, the prohibition be
ing made in a recent Order in Council.
Measurements have shown the thick
ness of tho human hair to vary from
the two hundred and fiftieth to the six
hundredth part of an inch. Blonde
hair is the finest, and red hair the
A French naturalist named Galien
has made the startling discovery at
Nimes that if a sparrow is put in the
same cage with finches it will soon
learn to imitate their song like amook
ing-bird; also tho chirping of a cricket.
The success of the cyclometer on bi
cycles has resulted in their being at
tached to cabs in several European
cities, principally Berlin, Dresden and
Leipsic, by wbich the exact distance
traveled can be computed Toy occu
pants, leaving the cabman little chance
to charge more than the legal rates.
Attacked by a Gray Kacie.
While Peter Egelston was cutting
railroad ties near Cascade, N. Y., he
found the deserted nest of a gray eagle.
While examining the nest and its con
tents he heard a loud noise, and sud
denly thc old eagle had struck him in
tho face with bill and claws, and,
taking a circuit through the air, alighted
on a tree about 200 yards distant, but
in plain view of the nest.
Again the bird made an attack, aim
ing at Egelston's head, but he avoided
her, and she struck him on the arm,
making a slight wound. She returned
to her post, of observation, but soon
made a third attack when Egelston
struck her with a club and brought her
to the ground, where, after a severe
struggle, he succeeded in killing her.
She measured seven feet two inches
across the outstretched wing's.-New
A Dainty Breath.
If the breath is tainted after eating
onions, drink strong coffee noir, or
chew coffee berries, or a stick of cinna
mon, and wash the mouth out with
camphor and myrrh. The following
recipe can bo used with great advan
tage for unpleasant breath: Powdered
charcoal, one part; white sugar, one
part; chocolate, three parts; melt and
mix together, and eat in the form of
lozenges. The teeth must always bo
kept perfectly clean, and should be
well brushed with salt and charcoal
every now and then. Ten drops of
myrrh in a glass of warm water should
also be used to rinse ont the mouth
and to brush the teeth every few days.
-New York World. .
The Terrible Dum-Dum Bullet?.
Dum-dum bullets work both ways
on tho Indian fiontiers, as the Afridi
tribesmen are blunting the bullet tips,
too. The two pipers of the Gordon
Highlanders, who distinguished them
selves at Dargai, lost, one his leg, the
other his foot, owing to the terrible
splintering of the bone, caused by the
"modified" Lee-Metford missiles.
lll-Omened liant Wind.
There are twenty-two allusions in
the Bi.?le to the east wind, nineteen
of them being of a disparaging ohar
i FIGHTING SNOW DEERS.'
THE WHITE FOE OF TRAFFIC IN THE
Hallway Lines Blockaded By Sweeping
Avalanches-An Army of Men Be*
quired to Clear the Tracks-Great
Snow Sheds For Protecting the Trains.
"North America is the battle ground
of the biggest snow fights on earth.
There are thousands of men in the
northwest whose only occupation dur
ing the winter months is to light snow.
It is exciting work, too, a life that in
volves the greatest hardships and con
tinual risks. One might search the
world over for a more desperate and
? It was a Canadian Pacific engineer
THU ENGINEER AFTER A RIDE IN A STORM.
who spoke. We were traveling over
the Rocky Mountains nt midnight.
Throngh the glass-paneled door at the
tail of tho train one could see the icy
crests of tho Mountains in the pale
moonlight. In the wake of the sum
mer fires the trees stood up thin and
rakish, like the masts of ships. Else
. where tb ey wera shrouded with droop
ing branches and spattered stems, in
the universal snow. The snow gave
an impressive sense of peacefulness to
the impenetrable silence of the moun
tains. I looked out upon the solemn
stillness, the broad stretches of mo
tionless white, the deep.passages of
avalanches carved along the mountain
aides, with 'a feeling of awe for the
immensity of the power that had so
changed the face of nature.
THE ROTARY F
But the railroad mau had no
illusions. To him the snow was a
foe, a foe to be feared, a foe against
whom men and engines had often
measured their strength in vain.
Every now and then tho scenery
was blotted out; the glass panels sud
denly showed us nothing but the re
flection of the oar and bobbing light
of tho overhead lamp. They vere
snow sheds through which the train
was passing. The railroad, cut like a
single stop in the side of the mountain
. chasm, was roofed in ns snugly as a
house. Above, for all we knew, the
snow might be tumbling head-long
over the slippery ledge in a tempest
of passion; but for all its malevolence,
impotent to inflict an injury to tho poor
snake of a train hiding beneath its
These snow sheds have been erected
among the mountains at an enormous
cost. They aro of massive timber
work-heavy beams of squared timber,
dovetailed and bolted together, and
backed with rock. They are fitted
into tho mountain so that they be
come, as it were, a part of the moun
tain side, so as to bid defiance to the
most terrific avalanche.
Anything may precipitate an ava
lanche down the steep declivities of
thoso piled-up precipices, among which
the single-track railway looks like a
pin's scratch would on the hand of
man. It need be no more than a loos
ened scrap of rock that has started
rolling downwards with no forethought
of the immeasurable cataclysm that its
passage will create.
In a few yards it has become imbed
ded in a mighty mass of moving snow,
a wool-white torrent licking up the
leviathan trees ns it passes like straws
swept up in a storm of autumn leayas,
growing more venomous, more power
ful, more irresistible, until the rush
of the wind before it clears a passage
through the forest anticipating its
ravages, removing all obstacles as the
outriders to a royal equipage make
way through n mass of human beings.
It is truly a royal foe that the rail
road men of tho northwest have to
encounter among the mountains. Au
onrushing, terrific force, something
which cauuot be checked. It is nec
essary to resort to subterfuge, to cheat
it, to hide from it, or to make good by
artificial means the path that the rail
way has struck out for itself.
Among the Cascade Mountains I
have seen seven and eight engines
linked together charging impotently
against tho snowbanks, and nt night
time there is no more wonderful sight
than this, each hissing engine throw
ing its sheath of firelight on tho ten
ders, with their heavy loads of wood
fuel, on the gleaming snowbanks, on
the great trees seeming to pressroun 1
to mock by their stillness all this use
lesa fuss and hwy, thia powerless rag
ing, this r?sultions disturbance of their
Under favorable circumstances, the
snow parts readily before the onslaught
of the plow. At times, however, un
der the battery, to which it is sub
jected, it only becomes more rigidly
compressed, more solid, more impen
etrable at each renewed charge, a
solid, unbudging block of ice. The
engine may go back a mile, the throt
tle may be thrown open, it may rusk
upon the barrier at a speed of forty or
fifty miles au hour, but when the snow
' dust has cleared sufficiently for the
engineers to see around them, it may
be that they have only advanced a
yard, posssibly the eugine fires have
been extinguished, not improbably
the engine may have been thrown off
The one recourse which then re
mains is to call in the assistance of a
small army of men, that a way may be
forced through the snow with pick
and shovel, and, while these opera
tions are progressing, the passenger
train has to bo kept constantly on the
move, lest in a few hours it become
incapable of movement at all.
At such a time it ia no unusual thing
to. see several hundred men at worki
on a single drift. Perhaps eight or a
dozen platforms are cut in the snow,
and thus what is removed from the
line is passed upward from stage to'
stage, climbiug the steep walls in tiny
I shovelfuls, until it finally reaches tho;
open waste, thirty or forty feet above
the heads of the workers on the ground
The men are brought to the spot in
special trains and fed and housed as
best they can be. They work day and
night, sometimes shoveling for thirty
six hours at a stretch.
The thing that has simplified the
task of snow fighting more than any
thing else, esp?cially in the prairie;
country, is the rotary'plow. The ap-;
pearauce of the "rotary. " as it is fa-:
iniliary called by railroad men, re-:
minds one of nothing so mnch as the
screw propeller of a steamship. It ia1
a huge rosette of flanges, about twelve
feet in diameter, that bores its way
into snowbanks, clearing just enough
space to enable the waiting train to j
pass through. Aa the winter goes on,,
the snow is piled higher and higher
on both sides, until we have the per4
pendicular embankment through which!
the traiu often passes for miles with-1
out a break.
As the wheel revolves, the snow;
chips pass back through the intervals
between the shovels, fall into a large
sized fan elevator, and are hurled
forth on this side or that side of the
line, according to the quarter from'
LOW AT WORK.
which the wind is blowing. In a
graceful arch of silver dust, the snow
is flung into the air to a hight of sixty
or seventy feet, descending like a
fountain over the half-buried posts of
the telegraph. From the smoke stack
a volume of fire is rising. There is an
uproar like the sound of artillery gal
loping over a cobbled street. Asa
spectacular effect the snow plow is a
great success. Some of the bigger
plows weigh over fifty tons by them
selves, and with the machinery that
operates them the total weight is over
The cutter, with its own private en
gine, as it were, is placed ou a mass
ive truck which is inclosed like the
cab of a locomotive and linked to a
heavy freight engine, the "Hog."
Following behind this travels another
eugine drawing its load of tools and
ita complement of workers. The men
who operate a snow plow draw high
wages, the expenses in this respect on
one job amounting to over a $150 a
day. A rotary in good hands will
clear a snow blockaded track at the
rate from two to twelve miles an hour;
but the consumption of coal is one ton
in 30 minutes.
'How a Chameleon Changes Color.
The chameleon is a little lizard, who
poasesses the wonderful power of
changing his color to suit bia own con
venience. Florida produces several
species of these lizards in abundauoe.
Up to the present day no one has un
derstood the process by which tue lit
tle lizard effects his changes. Now it
Certain colors through the medium
of the optic nerve produce a contrac
tion or expansion of the pigment or
color cells. The result is a protective
tint or one whioh resembles that upon
which the animal ia resting. The ?ye
receives the stimulus or impression,
which passes from the optic nerve to
the sympathetic nerve, so reaching
the various series of the lizard's little
color cells under the skin.
The pigment cells are distributed all
over thc body with more or less regu
larity, and upon their contraction and
THE LITT DP. CHAMELEON' WHEN BLIND
FOLDED CAN'T CHANGE COLOB.
expansion depends the prevailing color
of the animal.
The scientist discovered this by
blindfolding a lizard, and found that
when it couldn't see the color of the
surrounding foliage it ceased to chftuge
its own color,
There are said to be not more than
f- dozen restaurants in New York City
devoted to women. These are in the
big department stores and in the shop
ping district. There is no feeing of
waiters at these places.
A famous French firm is showing
some ?xelusive colors for 1898. Mode
and gray tones are prominent, and the
new turquoise blue shades to peacock
and finally blends into porcelain or
water blue, which promises to be an
A Woman Brakeman.
A woman brakeman is the latest in
novation, in a field heretofore held in
violate to man. Mrs. Jessie Mulligan,
the widow of James Mulli"*?, a rail
road conductor, who was kilted on the
Yellowstone division of the Northern
Pacific Railroad six months ago,is non
working for the company in the ca
pacity of freight train bri-iceman. She
is reported as taking kindly to her
new sphere of activity, setting brakes,
coupling cars, turning switches, and
performing various other duties as
well as the ordinary brakeman.-New
Miss May Ashworth, the official
typewriter to the houses of Parlia
ment-typist, they call her in England
-has held that position since March,
1895, when she received the appoint
ment from Herbert Gladstone, who
was then Commissioner of Works, says
the New York Press.
She has a room set apart for the
use of her staff of assistants in St.
Stephen's Hall, but so great has been
the demand for their services that for
the coming session an additional room
is to be set apart for this purpose.
Miss Ashworth seldom goes to the
house herself, the office being con
ducted by one of her managers.
In addition to this work Miss Ash
worth has a large office in "Victoria
street, where she conducts a typewrit
! iug school, and also has a large corps
of assistants for the usual stenographic
and copying work. She has been in
business for ten years, and her offices
have grown from two rooms ou a top
floor to an entire suite on the first
floor of the Victoria Street Mansion. .
A Hastily Arranged Sinner.
Sometinffes in social, life it so hap
pens that one ia obliged to build up
an elaborate structure around some
without any particular wish or- even
necessity. -"On the spur of the mo
ment," said a*society woman recently,
"I asked Mrs. A. to dine with me
next week-hardly thinking, I am
ashamed to say, that such a popular
person would be disengaged, but it
just happened that she was free, and
she accepted. Under ordinary cir
cumstances I would, of coarse, have
been delighted to have had her, but
at such short notice it meant the con
struction of a dinner under tho most
adverse circumstances. I asked scores
of people and used up reams of note
paper. Many persons I did not dare
to ask on such short notice, without
having asked them before, so I was
handicapped in the direction whence
I might havo obtained help. Finally,
however, I did succeed in getting a
respectable number together, and
Mrs. A. came and expressed herself
delighted with her entertainment, but
she will never know what it cost me."
-New York Tribune.
Economy in Home Dressmaking.
It is a mooted question with econ
omical mothers whether it pays best
to have gowns and frocks made in the
house, or whether the expense of hav
ing a dressmaker by the day does not
in the end amount to more than if the
work was given out. This depends
entirely, a woman of experience tells
us, on whether the dressmaker finds
the work to be done planned out, and
everything ready f >r her experienced
fingers. As a rule, half her time is
spent in getting ready for her work.
The sewing machine requires to be
cleaned and oil, gowns that are to be
altered need ripping and basting and
pressing, buttons and hooks and eyes
are missing when most needed, and so
on. In short, it is system that is
needed, system and forethought, aud
with these handmaidens it does pay to
have clothes made at home. They
are then made more becoming, fit bet
ter, and, an everyone knows, they are
more durable. With summer frocks
this is especially the case, and in many
a household directly nttev the holi
days the preparations begin for the
ensuing season. These should be
made, however, before the dressmaker
comes, not afterward; the dresses
should be altered, should be ripped,
brushed or washed, and pressed.
New garments should have requisite
linings, trimmingp and all other ac
cessories. The sewing room should
be well stocked with needles, pius,
tapes,, hooks and eyes, both black aud
white; sharp scissors, large and
small; machine needles, etc. Somer
member of the household should be
delegated to the seamstress as an as
sistant. There is no need for skilled
labor to sew on hooks and eyes, make
buttonholes or do unimportant work.
If the small details are all attended to
beforehand the home dressmaker is
not only an economy, but a pleasure,
for there is an enjoyable excitement
in purchasing in midwinter the deli
cate fabrics intended for spring and
summer, and preparing for the long,
sweet days to come.
Mrs. Eliza Anu Colburu, of Boston,
ivho died some time ago, leaves by her
will the sum of SIG,OOO to the Society
for the Prevention of Cruelty to Ani
The tailor-made girl declared that
?he never really felt her costume was
a success until a railway conductor
stuck her ticket into the band on her
big Alpine hat.
Vera Caldwell, a little ghi of three,
sings iu the choir of. the Presbyterian
Cliurcli of Maryland, Mo. According
to the St. Louis Kepublio, her voice
can be heard in every part of the
Miss Blanche Hall, of "Wellington,
Kan., recently shot and killed twenty
seven jack rabbits, receiving a bounty
from the Connty Treasurer of three
cents a head. Mrs. Hall is an enthuui-.
Mrs. Craigie, the English novelist,
when asked why she chose so prosaic
a norn de plume as John Oliver Hob
bes, when she possessed the attractive
name of Pearl, replied, "To keep me
from being sentimental."
Mrs. Annie Metcalf, of Denver, has
just been appointed as Warden on the
Staff of the Game Commissioner of
Colorado. There is only one other
woman Game Warden in the country.
She is Mrs. Warren Neal, of Michigan.
Princess Theresa, of Bavaria,
daughter of the Prince Begent, has
been made an Honorary Doctor of
Philosophy by the University of
Munich. She is also a member of the
Boyal Academy of Sciences, is forty
eight years old and a spinster.
The Lend-a-Hand Club is an organs
? ization formed by a body of Baltimore
women. Its object is to promote any
just and good cause in the State. A
committee of . the"'club has been ap
pointed to visit^ New York and study
the policy and methods of metropolitan
The only woman bank cashier in the
country is Mrs. Sarah F. Dick. She
has filled the position in the First ?j
National Bank of Huntington, Ind.,
for over twenty-three years, and re
cently she was re-elected. Mrs. Fred
erick Drover serves with Mrs. Dick on
the Board of Direotors.
London's experiment with women
members on the Board of Education
pr School Board, as it is known there
-is evidently meeting with more suc
cess than when the plan was tried
here. .No less than eight women have
gained seats on the new board, most
of whom were ?lready well known for*
theil- connection with public interests.
Victoria University has elected a .
woman, Miss Alice Cooke, M. A., on
its governing council. It is the first
instance of the appointment of .a wom
an to such a post in England. The
University is of recent creation, formed
by the Association of. Owens College,
Manchester, University College,
Liverpool, and Yorkshire College,
" -?UitfmieH-m xuamuii;-;--r
Suede belts with steel buckles.
Silk nets for sashe. and fichus.
Boman-striped satin petticoats.
Cross-striped ribbon for plaiting.
Colored tulle having dots of che
Moire having large polka dots in
Pointed effects in crochet? 1 garni
Two-toned and checked Covert
Quantities of plaid gingham shirt
Corduroy and uncut velvet is steel
Velvet waists having spangled
White and gilt braid, round, for
Brilliant fancy and clan plaids in
Gray, brown, tan and mode shades
Bussian fronts of pear' and white
Nainsook edgings in lace and ap
Striped gauze in gaufre effeota for
Shirt waists having a lapped and
pointed top cuff.
Bead trimmings set with large and
Colored silk-cord sets for skirt and
Light-weight white woolen dress '
goods for the evening.
Tiny toques of embroidered velvet,
ostrich tips and real lace.
White, pearl, ficelle, m?nve and
faint-pink kid evening gloves. . .
Colored fishnet for overdresses in
tended for the evening.
Mixed poplin and grsnite or crepon
weaves in spring goods.
Batiste petticoats with accordion
ruffles inserted with lace.
Applique bands of silk embroidery
with flower centres of chifl?n.
White, blue, pink, green, etc., pique
wais-ts in shirt and blouse style.
White gauze apparently powdered
with rose petals of several shades,
Formerly Mrs. Tom Thumb.
The handsomest dwarf this country
has ever seen, the Countess Magri,
formerly Mrs. Tom Thumb, is still a
well-preserved woman, and has just
been giving demonstrations of cookery
at a food fair in Boston. She wore a
small white apron, and while prepar
ing the dishes on a raised platform
lectured entertainingly about the cook
ing she had encountered during her
travels over the earth. The countess
waa born in Massachusetts fifty-six
years ago, and her real name waa
Mercy Lavinia Bump. She was mar
ried in 1863 to General Tom Thumb,
who died fourteen years ago, his
widow taking another husband, not a
dwarf, several years later.-Boston
An Ancient Office.
The sheriffs of London bear, per
i haps, the must ancient offioes in the
j kingdom. It is supposed to date from
11189. Edward IV. gave the citizens
the right to elect their own sheriffs,
I who had jurisdiction over the connty
I of Middlesex also.. Becent legisla
: tion has created a sheriff of Middlesex,
: and also a sheriff of the connty of
. London; but the citizens still elect
1 t wo sheriffs of the city.