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Osirl next door, dear girl, next door,
Answer my question f sw,
TSaptha' you care not a snap for us,
We long to know about you.
Are-you sweet sixteen," 0 girl next door?
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fryou ever write poems on iovu unu. aprm?
jq you wear a no. o snuur
Are your tresses golden or black or brown?
Are you sylph or sprite or human?
Do you speak in a sort, low, cooing voice?
CAn excellent thing in woman. ')
Are you strong-minded? and do you hold
- "Advanced ideas" and "views"
' On flirtation and science? or do you delight, .
Only in gossip and news?
Are you learned and grave? or silly and gay?
Are your cheeks of a rose leaf red?
.Arc you versed in science and classic lore?
In languages living and dead?
Tonr eyes, are they blue or blaok or brown?
Do you love the genus homo?
Are you artistic, and can you tell
A painting from a chromo?
And what is your name, 0 girl next door? '
Is it Susan or Kate or Jenny?
Or Mai-y Ann? and tell me, pray,
Have you suitors few or many?
Are'you intellectual, brave and sweet?
Are you afraid of mice?
I TDo you believe in woman's rights?
Are you very, very nice?
"Were you ever in love, O mystic girl,
With a "perfectly lovely" man?
Or do you just delight to flirt
With any one. you can?
"Do you like a tall, or a short young man?
Must his eyes be brown.or blue?
Do you like to be out on a rainy day,
With one umbrella for two?
Are you very proper and wise and good?
Do you indulge in "slang?
Do you ever whistle or swing your arms?
Or wear(your hair in a bang?
O girl next door, I've found out naught,
Tho' long I now have tarried,
But tell 'mo truly, are you engaged?
And when are you going to be married?
, Detroit Free Press.
CALE CARDONNE'S courtship.
THE IiTITEiE TELEGRAPH OPERATOR.
Northbrbok came under the auctioneer's
hammer by foreclosure of mortgage.
It was a valuable country seat and did
not bring half what it was worth.
The purchaser was Cale Cardonne,
'an. intelligent, wealthy, self-opinionated
snan, sometimes called by his friends
-"The German Baron;" not because he
was of German descent, but probably
because of his ruddy face, fine physique,
nd brusque, positive manners, the latter
verging upon rudeness when his passion
The neighbors speculated considerably
about his advent at Northbrook,
and prophecies were made which were
not particularly complimentary. He
would introduce notions;
ne would engage in foolish experiments;
he would be an easy victim to the fallacies
of theoretic farming, and the like.
"Well, he came aud settled among
them, and nothing.of the kind occurred.
He left farming operations to an experienced
hand, devoted his leisure moments
to books, enjoyed the fresh
air, and attended so much to his
own business and not to that of other
people that he was voted too exclusive.
There was a railroad station at
SSTorthbrook, and one day he ran hastily
up the steps of the tower to send a message
by telegraph. He had leaped from
he train without thinking of the valise
which he had placed on the seat beside
fmn. ' Its contents were valuable, and
5ie was anxious to receive it by the returning
The operator was a quiet,
girl, very compact, and plainly
dad; her face creamy white, neither
approaching to pallor nor indicating ill-
He stated his errand. Could she get
r dispatch to Croyland before the train
got there? '
"Oh, yes," was the reply. ; "How
.pan you identify the valise?"
Her voice sounded as clear as a bell,
and her white shapely hand was toying
Fih the button of the telegraph instrument.
i "My name is on it," he said.
"And your name is?"
' "Cale Cardonne." .
She had heard of him, but had never
znefc him. She surveyed him in a speculative
way, yet with no suggestion of
Jxldness. Her eyes were soft gray eyes,
with fabulous depths, and ust then
tinged with wistful interest.
A few ticking sounds followed, and
then she announced that the message
had been sent and acknowledged. He
fkvag down a coin in compensation, and
-then picked up a book which she evidently
had been reading.
"'Sartor Resartus, by Thomas
he exclaimed, reading the title,
an intonation of surprise in his voice.
"You are are plodding through this?"
lie asked, stammering in his choice of
"Yes,'' she answered.
""And enjoy it?" was his next
a little grimly put.
A faint pink flush came into her
"At least I do not consider the reading
of it an infliction," she rejoined, a
scarcely perceptible smile about her lips.
Her reply pleased him him. He was
standing almost directly over her, for,
she was seated. He noticed the finely
poised head, the compact brow, the delicate
ears, the chestnut-colored hair,
"with, lurking shadows of bronze in it,
smd not a strand out of place.
Her figure was lithe and graceful and
Jier hair modest and self-composed. His
proximity did not disturb her: .the consciousness
of his worth did not cause her
to depreciate herself.
She opened a small! drawer, 'threw
into it the coin which he had placed on
the table and handed him the proper
"Keep it," .he said, with a toss of his
il can not," she replied; "I am not
entitled to it."
"I am at liberty to give it to you."
"But1 I'. am not at hbertyto receive
ifc," she answered, "or rather I do not
'' He picked up the change with a frown.
, ; -"You know my name, he said; "if I
feiew yours we might consider ourselves
acquainted." . .
vMynameis Janet Thome, "she
in her quiet way. - '-'
He bowed, then descended the wind
"Janet!" he repeated to himself, "A
staid name, and it suits her. Somehow
I feel strangely interested in the little
The two met frequently after that.
Janet lived in a neat little cottage not
far from the station. Her mother was
dead and she supported an invalid father
with her earnings.
Cale Cardonne visited her. at the cottage,
sent her books and flowers, and
sometimes walked with her in the woods
which ' stretched between Northbrook
and the cottage.
Having seen so much of the world,
being rich, handsome and a pleasing
talker, it was no wonder she became
fond of his society. He, in turn, was
very much fascinated by her, and sometimes
wondered why.- He had mingled
a great deal in society and had met with
many beautiful and accomplished ladies,
while she was but a quiet, demure, ordinary-looking
country girl. However,
he was not the only man who had tried
to find his way out of such a quandary.
He proposed to her one evening. They
were standing beside the cottage gate.
The stars Were shining softly overhead;
the young moon was just visible above
the low-lying hills; a subtle, resinous
odor was wafted from the woods; the
frogs croaked in the meadows; an owl
called to his mate from a perch under
the eaves of the mill.
Why was Janet so long in replying to
Cale Cardonne's passionate appeal? He
saw the color come and go in her face.
He saw her lips tighten.
"I am so sorry!" she said at last, with
a gasp, her frame trembling.
"Sorry!" repeated he, feeling a little
dazed. "Because-1 have proposed to
"Because I am constrained to decline
your offer," she said.
It required bravery to speak those
words, dictated by duty, when love and
desire wanted so much to rebel.
"Oh!" ejaculated Cale Cadonne, reddening
and biting his under lip.
His hand was a brawny one, and she
saw how tightly it closed on the upper
rail of the gate.
"If I knew the reason?" he asked.
"You will not insist," she said,
catching her breath.
'Evidently it exists in myself," he
"No, Mr. Cardonne."
She spoke with rapidity, and with a
quick fling of her hand.
"Perhaps time, Janet "
'No, ' ' she continued. 'It will always
He had used the word exist, and she
seemed to think it just the one to serve
"Janet, you are the first woman to
whom I ever proposed," he huskily said.
"That is true, though I have almost
reached middle age."
"I believe you, sir," she answered,
humbly, regretfully. "I appreciate the
honor you have paid me. I am sorry."
He did not want her pit)'. He felt
like seizing her and flinging her down
the embankment; but, by a great effort,
he curbed his temper.
"I am too polite to insist upon knowing
your reason," he said. "You might
say I have not the right to demand it,
and I don't know but that would be the
truth. I am grievously disappointed,
and it is such a novel, and such a a
wretched experience to me, that I do
not know where to look for redress or
for comfort, rather. You -wish me to
understand that a chasm yawns between
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pleted she, her tone firm, though she
trembled, as he could see in the star-
He lifted his hand to his cravat, asiifj
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"I can do nothing: but submit," he
slowly, ruefully said.
He strode angrily down the path, but
stopped, turned and called out:
The resigned, pitiful tone made her
heart ache as it had never ached be-
"Good-night, Mr. Cardonne," she
flung back, startled at the sound of her
voice, it was so unlike her own.
She stood alone a few minutes in her
agony, her fingers twisted into a knot;
an ashen pallor in her face.
"YET I :love you, sir!"
A week later Janet Thorne met Cale
Cardonne at the gate at Northbrook.
She had stopped to deliver a dispatch.
He took it, but eved her askance, his
face rigid. He noticed that she looked
worried and that her hand shook.
"Thank you," he crisply said, turning
Her tone was quick, incisive, tinged
He wheeled around. She stood stone
still for a moment, white and speechless.
She was having a fierce fight with herself.
"You dispise me," she said huskily.
"Why, no, child!"
He spoke the epithet in tenderness,
not because she looked so childlike nor
because he was a dozen years her
"I am very miserable over it, but can
not blame you," he said, "unless it may
be because you have no business to be
so charming," and a queer smile came
to his lips.
"There is something I must tell you,"
she said slowly, looking past him into
vacancy. "In justice to myself, sir, and
I hope you will not think me bold, I reject
you, and yet I love you, sh How
deeply, God alone knows!"
The sweet gray eyes were looking directly
at him then, a warm glow in them.
His heart gave a bound.
"Janet, nave you reconsidered?"
She shook her head.
"Then you have simply increased the
pain the consciousness of the great
boon I. have lost. Do you delight in-that?"
His tone rose in volume, and a fiery
sparkle came into his handsome black
She recoiled, onehand pressed against
"I wanted you to know, . sir, that L
too, am suffering," she said, in a hushed,
measured tone. "It has given.me.more
pain to make the confession than it did
r you to hear it." -;.
She walked rapidly, away, ..and he.
stared after her, slightly stupefied. '
i Itjis her-candor that is her peculiar
charm," was his mental comment.
- AN OUTBURST- OF TEMPER.
Cale Cardonne had but one congenial
friend, a certain Dr. Weatherby, a man
a little crotchety, but a jovial, good-hearted
fellow withal, a most excellent
physician, and well read, not only in
the classics, but in the polite literature
of the day. Every idle evening either
found Cale Cardonne in the cozy office
of the doctor or the latter in the library
"Cardonne, you ought to get married,"
the doctor said, one evening.
They were seated in the library, little
more than the top of the doctor's bald
head visible in the smoke with which he
had enveloped himself.
"Why so, Weatherby?"
They had a familiar way of calling
each other by their last names.
"You might look elsewhere and fare
worse," remarked the doctor.
"You have some one to recommend?"
Cale Cardonne said, interrogatively.
"Aye, I have," replied the doctor,
"one who is worthy in every respect of
any honest man's love. I mean Janet
Just then something happened which
rather disturbed the doctor's complacency.
A pair of brawny arms seized
him, lifted him from his chair, then replaced
him in it jwith considerable violence.
The doctor was a small man, but
tough as a tennis-ball, with very little
temper, or else but a sluggish one. He
shook himself, adjusted his shirt collar,
picked up his p ipe, and recrossed his
"Cardonne, I didn't know that you
indulged in profanity," he said, his
pipe once more in his mouth.
"Did I swear? You are to blame.
You provoked me."
"Oh, I did, eh?" asked the doctor.
"Very innocently so, I assure you. Dueling
is under ban in this Commonwealth
and generation. Still, I would be excused
for asking an explanation of such
a sudden outburst."
"She jilted me," growled Cale Cardonne,
his passion spent.
"Who jilted you?"
"Janet Thorne "
"JSTo, she didn't." the doctor said, with
"I tell you sho .'lid," declared the
other, with equal einpaasis. Ought not
I to know? 1 I underwent it! That's
just why I'm so sensitive.'
"She did not jilt you-,M persisted the
Cale Cardonne was on his feet again.
"What do you mean?" he fiercely demanded.
"Oh, you want me to be
precise! Well, she rejected me."
"That's the better word," rejoined the
doctor, "It isn't so derogatory. What
possible reason could she have had?"
"You might ask her," growled the
owner of Northbrook. "I didn'.t."
"Perhaps she doesn't love you?"
"That isn't complimentary to me,
Weatherby. She confessed that she did
"Oh!" ejaculated the doctor, lapsing
into silence for a time.
"Cardonne, if she loves you she'll
marry you," he slowly said. "There's
some mystery about the matter. She is
very frank, and abominates
I have known her from babyhood,
and her mother before her.
The exclamation was sudden and explosive,
and his face intensified.
"I think I know," he said, possibly
not aware that he was rubbing his
hands. "Cardonne, if you'll apologize
to me for that shaking I'll find you a
"Janet?" asked the "German Baron,"
with an illuminated face. "Do it, and
I'll get on my knees to you. I'll consider
myself your debtor forever.
"Oh, don't be so profuse," interrupted
the doctor, "but push the tobacco pouch
over this way."
"YOUR MOTHER ISN'T YOUR MOTHER."
"Janet," Doctor Weatherby said, "it
was shabby in you to refuse Mr. Cardonne."
He had stopped in front of the cottage,
and she was leaning over the wheel
of his gig.
The blood filled her face, then left it
"Did he think so lightly of it as to
mention it?" she asked, her eyes snapping.
"Lightly?" cried the Doctor, with a
shrug of his shoulders. "I am glad we
weren't on top of Notre Dame when he
mentioned it! Janet, your mother isn't
It was an astounding announcement,
and made in the abrupt way usual with
the Doctor. It was an inconsistent, im
probable, impossible statement, and yet
Janet understood him. Eor a moment
she seemed bereft of speech and motion.
"Dr. Weatherby, is that true?" she
"And father kept it from me."
"There never was any need to tell
"Why is there need now?"
"Answer that yourself, Janet. That is
why you rejected Cale Cardonne."
"Yes," gasped Janet. "It would not
have been right. You have guessed the
reason as a physician solely, perhaps.
And my mother my real mother, .my
true mother was she insane?"
"No, little one."
"Father in Heaven, I thank Thee."
Her hands were clasped, her eyes were
reverently uplifted, her face shining like
the face of a saint. At least the Doctor
."Janet, your happiness lies at your
feet," he significantly said. "You will
be sensible enough to take it up."
Janet stole off into the dim woods to
be alone under the trees and the wonderful
revelation. Her stepmother, whom
she supposed was her real mother, had
died in the insane asylum raving mad.
Poor Janet believed that she had inherited
the taint; the dreadful visitation
would come some time; -she could not
bring sorrow to the life of a husband, or
shame and suffering to her offspring.
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THE CHASM BRIDGED.
There was a great crowd at the
church fair. Gale Cardonne, looking
not unlike a German Baron, passed from
table to table chatting with the ladies
and buying their wares.
.iOnce a pair of soft, sweet gray eyes
'met his from traiid the festoons of ivy.
Ah, he knew to whom they belonged.
His heart ached for a moment, andthe
light went out of his face.
"A letter for Mr. Cardonne!" cried
the postmistress from the little window j
of the pretended
He walked thither, paid the postage
and received his letter. It contained
but one line:
"Tlie chasm has been bridged!"
A tremulous hand and no name!
What did it mean? It came to him so
suddenly that he felt that he was
The eveninsr wore awav; the crowd
dispersed; the ladies covered the tables
for the morrow; the 'janitor began to
put out the lights.
Cale Cardonne lingered. Janet came
toward the door, drawing her shawl
closely around her, her face unusually
red, considering it was usually so white.
"Can I see you home, Janet?"
She answered him -with a nod and a
The path led from the church across
the meadows cdorous with clover and
flaunting with dandelion blossoms? the
sky an unbroken expanse of blue studded
with softly-twinkling stars.
Janet was clinging to Cale Cardonne's
"I received your letter," he said.
"It had but one meaning."
"There was but one intended."
"Oh, Janet! you have made me inexpressibly
"She did not answer him. There
wasn't any need to. Perhaps she
couldn't answer, he had clasped her so
"How was it bridged?" he inquired.
"You are never to ask," was her flurried
answer. "Dr. Weatherby knows."
"OhJ" ejaculated Cale, "I recall a
promise he made. It was merely a
foolish fancy, wasn't it?"
"At the time it seemed horribly real,"
Janet replied with a shudder. "Thank
God. it wasn't real!" Evening Call.
Eaihrav Construction in Russia,
Eor certain facilities of railway construction
i'vssia holds a position much
superior to that of her West European
neighbors. -and is cheap, and there is
a practically unlited supply of wood.
In a country flat as Russia is hardly any
leveling is necessary the needed engineering
works consists almost solely
of bridges. Taking every legitimate
source of outlay into calculation, the
average cost of constructing a railway
in Russia ought not to exceed 30,000
rubies pe'r mile. Yet owing to the extravagance
and dishonesty of the whole
sj'stem, the cost per mile often rises to
70,000 or 80.000 rubles. The rapid development
of railways in this country
there are now over fifteen thousand
miles of them in existence is, of course,
due in a great measure to the impetus
given it ..-'. by the State. About half the
capital invested reallv belongs to the
Government. When a railway is completed
and has commenced operations
the company is in a position to issue
bonds with a view to their being put into
the foreign market and sold by foreign
bankers. Before this is done, however,
Government, save where the circumstances
are very exceptional, formally
guarantees the bonds, thus undertaking
to make good the interest on them in
case it can not be paid by the company.
To properly complete a line to the satisfaction
of the authorities is sometime
anything but an easy task, not so much
because the authorities are exacting as
because the formalities are many and
the circumlocution gre'at. The first
step, after the granting of a concession,
is the appointment of a Government
Inspector. This official, by virtue of
his position, is also a member of the
Board of Railway Directors, and receives
pay not only from the State but also
.from the country. How he contrives to
represent the interests of both is a mystery,
but that he accomplishes the feat
to his own satisfaction is certain. Then
comes the making of the line. " A district
"Land and Water Board" furnishes
plans trom wnieli no deviation is permitted,
for the making of engines, carriages,
rails, etc. The construction of
the road is usually let out to contractors
in lengths of about ten versts each. The
laborers, sometimes to the number of
several thousands, are hired by agents
of the contractor specially sent into the
country for the purpose, the bargain as
to wages being: made with the heads of
the artels communes of workmen as
sociated together for most every purpose
save that of protecting the interests
of labor. Railway "navvies" in Russia
are simply peasants who have learned
the art of using the pick and the spade.
In the summer months they can subsist
almost upon watermelons eaten with
black bread and salt even a more
generous diet, when the workers club
together for the purchase of food, does'
not involve an expenditure greater than
about six shillings per month, and for
this the laborer can have nourishing
soup two or three times a day. Pay
under these circumstances is not high
from threepence to sixpence per day is
received by the Russian line-maker with
an equanimity which would surprise the
socialistic ouvrier of Berlin, Paris or
London. On a far different scale is
the remuneration of officials. The
salaries of the President of the company
and several of the .directors
range from 15,000 to 30,000 rubles.
Secretaries receive from 1,500 to 1,600
rubles, bookkeepers ,from 300 to 1,000,
superintendents from 6,000 to 10,000,
inspectors from 600 to 1,000, and conductors
from 300 to 1,000. When,
however, thesefigures have been reduced
somewhat by reckoning two shillings for
every ruble, the room left for envy is
not great, and there is nothing at all
to make one wonder why the personnel
of a Russian train should always
display so conspicuous a lack of tidiness
and respectability. Glasgow Eerald.
This will supply a long-felt want.
A New York man has imported a pair
of Indian mongooses, the first that
ever came to America. They are a litltle
larger than a good-sized rat. Their
bodies are covered with brown hair, variegated
with white stripes. The importer
will breed these animals and sell them
as vermin exterminators. It is claimed
that they have no equal in that business.
One mangoose will rid the largest house
of rats. They destroy snakes with
wonderful rapidity, and are the inveterate
enemy of every species of vermin.
They are gentle and harmless to human
beings. Indianapolis Journal
In Japanese Hotels.
The front of the house is entirely open
to the street in the daytime. What
serves for tne office is in the front room.
The kitchen is also in front. One will
nearly always" see a list of prices for
lodging hung in the neighborhood of
As you ride by a hotel on a hot day it
looks very inviting. If the house be a
large one, you will see room after room
stretching backward. In the center of
the house is an open court, in which is
a Japanese garden, such as no one else
can make. Rockeries of old and
curiously shaped rocks, plants and
flowers artistically arranged, and sometimes
a little pond with goldfish. The
parlor is the back room of the house.
There is really very little difference in
rooms, as none of them have one solitary
piece of furniture. The wood-work
of a parlor is sometimes verv pretty,
and there are pictures, with sometimes
a poem written in large characters on
silk, hanging on the walls. These
rooms are generally scrupulously clean.
The floors of all Japanese houses are
covered with thick straw mats. On
entering a hotel (or any house), your
shoes must come off. A Japanese never
wears anything heavier than a stocking
while in the house. Wherever there
is any wood-work in the floor, it is kept
highly polished, as are also the verandas,
which are an indispensable accompaniment
to a hotel, as it is by
them that the various rooms are reached.
The wood is so smooth that it will show
a scratch, or the mark made by a nail
in a shoe, as easily as a polished table
would do so.
On arriving at a hotel you are shown
to a room, and a girl waiter immediately
brings tea and cake. The Japanese
custom is to give a little present of
money at this time; a greater or less
sum, according to the amount of attention
you may demand.
The prices of lodging are generally
fixed at stated sums for first, second and
third class lodgers. This price includes
supper, breakfast and lodging. Guests
do not remain in a hotel during the day,
excepting at the summer or health resorts.
By eight o'clock in the morning
the hotel is empty. Meals are invariably
served in the different rooms. This
requires a large number of waiting-girls.
Pood is served on small low tables,
just raised from the floor. The price of
first-class lodging (with meals) is about
thirty-five cents. That is to Japanese.
Foreigners are charged for room rent
and for all the food served. Last July
I put up at a hotel over night. My
Japanese teacher was with me. He had
one parlor and I had another. Our
food, rooms, bedding were precisely
alike. He was charged forty-five sen
for lodging and room; I was charged
fifty sen for room only, and in addition
for every separate item of food. I refused
to pay my bill, but finally was
obliged to pay it, or I should have made
myself a great deal of trouble. Most
hotels prefer not to take foreigners at
any price. Of course, where we are
served with chairs, table and a bed, we
are willing to pay extra for them. But
you seldom find these articles except on
the main roads of travel. One must be
tired in order to sleep on the floor,
lring on one thick blanket, with another 1
similar one for a cover.
There is no possible way to fasten the
room at night. There are no doors like
our doors. The division between rooms,
as well as between the room and the
outer veranda, is nothing but paper;
paper-sliding doors, which can be lifted
out of their grooves with the greatest of
ease, converting the house into one
large room. I have slept (?) for a
number of nights in a room,- all four
sides of which could be taken away in
five minutes' time, and "which, of course,
could be opened by any one. Strange
as it may seem, there is very seldom
anything like robbery. Things must be
left about the room, as one cannot put
all his possessions under the pillow.
The Man in the Bottle.
The gilded neck of a contrivance
fashioned in the similitude of a champagne
bottle towered above the heads of
the throng in Sixth avenue. A pair of
legs protruded from the bottom. Half
way up, on the side which faced in the
direction of its progress, was a small
opening, with a grating across it. Stepping
alongside, the reporter rapped near
"Who's there?" came a challenge m
hollow tones from within.
The response, "A friend," suggested
itself, and was spoken.
"What doyou want?" said the voice.
"Want to ask how you like this
The bottle became communicative,
and as it toddled along up the avenue
the voice said: "It all depends on the
weather. A man as understands the
business will accommodate himself to
the seasons. He will tote a banner, or
maybe carry a lettered umbrella or wear
a painted linen duster during the heated
term, take to boards when the season of
raw northeast winds comes on, and go
into a bottle for the winter, Boards is
better than banners in cold weather.
The wind always blows up or down the
street, so a feller is pretty well protected
most of the time. When he comes to a
crossing, if he finds the wind whistling
across pretty sharp, he can walk edge-
ways, and protect himself. But in right-down
cold weather a bottle is as much
better than boards as a double-breasted
beaver overcoat is better than a liver-pad.
"Then, again, in hot weather, no man
as knows himself will go into a bottle,
without he happens to be a chap as has
seen a good deal better days, and don't
want to be recognized by his friends.
Take a ward politician in reduced circumstances,
f'rinstance he don't want
to be seen carrying a banner or between
boards; so he is glad enough to go into
the bottle for the heated term. Then
there is once in a while a chap as has
reasons for sort o' keeping ont of view,
yon know, and he is ready for the bottle
any time in the year, L ain't telling no
names, but-1 knew a party what Kept
away from the police for 3, month or
more, till they got off his track, by doing
the bottle act. t He used to toddle along
the avenue, right by the side of the detectives
who was looking for him. He
wasn't any of your poverty-stricken
sort, but lived like a fighting cock-carried
a bottle of the best' old stuffdn
his coat pocket, lunched on boned
when he was loafing along, and
smoked real Havanas. The smoke?
Oh, that was all right. He blew it ont
of the lookout, and, if anybody saw it,
they thought it just curled up from the
cigar of somebody else who was passing.
"We ain't all so tony as this chap
was," the voice went on; "but
to have a good many comforts.' My
cupboard ain't very replete -with luxuries,
offer you a hunk of gingerbread,
half a sandwich and a clay pipe
of tobacco, Generally speaking, it ain't
safe to light a pipe till dusk, and then
you have to be careful when you light
up, and to hold your hand over the bowl
when you smoke. But the neck of the
bottle holds the smoke in, and you can
snuff it up half a dozen times before it
"Heavy?" the voice said, in response
to an inquiry. "Not very. You see,
this thing is made of a sort of oil-cloth
over a skeleton like a hoop skirt. The
whole business don't weigh much more
than an ulster. For a rainy day there
ain't nothing like it. No matter how
hard it pours you're dry as a husk. Another
advantage of being in a bottle
when the weather is suitable is that you
can go against the wind about as good
as with it presents a smooth and
rounding surface, and you don't get
blown all over the sidewalk, as you do
with big flat boards.
"Oh, abottle is good'enough forme till
next May," said the "voice at parting.
"Come around and call again during tho
winter. If I don't recognize your
knock, just sing out, and I shall know
your voice." N. Y. Sun.
How the Enterprising Burglar Burgles.
Now I'll tell you how these fellows do
the work. They do not carry their tools
with them; that would be a dangerous
proceeding in these days of acute detectives
and well organizedpolice forces.
They steal their implements in the immediate
neighborhood of the safe upon
which they have designs. In the nearest
woodshed they find an ax any old
ax will answer their purpose, it serving
as a sledge-hammer also in the blacksmith
shop they secure cold chisel,
and from the railroad section tool box
get a crowbar and pick. At any time
after nightfall these tools can be secured
within half an hour. They comprise a
When the night has sufficiently advanced
the door of the store or office,
as the case may be, is pried open
with the crow bar without any undue
noise. Entrance is effected, quickly and
quietly. Once inside, the cracksmen
arrange the shades so that their movements
cannot be detected from the outside,
and then they begin work without
delay. With the crowbar the safe is
lifted up and toppled over until one of
the sides rests at an angle of about
forty-five degrees. Then two lines
about ten inches apart and sixteen inches
long are drawn, the space within the
lines forming a very nice panel. One
of the men with the ax then cuts through
the outside of the safe with a few well-directed
blows. The noise made by
this proceeding is not so great as one
would expect. The outside shell of
these safes is composed of one-eighth
inch boiler iron, and is very soft. The
nnlrl pViispI ij tiay!: hrnnfrht. infr nsfir thft
iron is cut out from the oeginning of the
first line to the beginning of the second,
which completes the work on three sides
of the panel. The crow bar is again
brought into service, and the panel is
pried, bent over, and easily broken oft
at the lower end. Taking out the panel
constitutes the bulk of the work; that
completed, and ahead there is only
smooth sailing. Underneath the outer
shell there is found a composition of
plaster of Paris and alum from six to
eight inches thick. This is easily taken
out with the pick. A layer of thin sheet
iron or zinc is Tnext encountered. This
is quickly cut through and the money
box is at the mercy of the thieves.
A Georgia Fish Story.
The following story of the adventure
of an old sturgeon fisher is vouched for
and told a Dublin reporter by two very
reliable gentlemen of this county: The
scene was at Skull Shoals, near Dublin.
The name of the old gentleman, who, by
the way, nearly lost his life by hunger
and starvation, was Pierce Bell. Bell
had been fishing, and with good success.
One night he caught as many as thirteen
of these monster fish, of which the
Oconee River abounds, and the thirteen
aggregated in pounds one thousand
seven hundred and thirty-seven. Near
these shoals the fish come out in the
sh allow water to 'wallow. " Bell spied
one of these resting in one of these shallow
basins bT the"rocks,and it bethought
him to approach as gently as possible,
and, when near enough to leap upon the
sleeping monster, push his hands through
his gills and then secure his game. But
when the leap was made and his grip
secure, the sturgeon took it as a signal
for ready and darted out into the river-Down,
down, down they went, until
Bell had about given up. The fish came
to the surface and gave his euemy a
chance to catch his breath, but time was
scarcely given before under he went a
second time, up stream, until the sturgeon
ran its head between two rocks, and
clasped the gills by their sides, so that
Poor Bell's hands were securely fastened,
and then ten thousand thoughts of escape
began to present themselves, but
none of them proved fruitful. The fish
would have withdrawn from the viselike
halter, but he went into it with such
force that escape was impossible. Bell
was not rescued until by mere chance,
some days after, and in an almost famished
condition. He had eaten a hole
into the sturgeon's back as big as a
man's hat, and had water to drink and
had thus eked out a subsistence. The
sturgeon, as a matter of course, had
died in the meantime. Altanla (Qa.)
--Joking "with loaded revolvers seems
to bo a pastime that never loses interest.
Fortunately the new fashion seems to be
to use the shooter as his own target. B!
it keeps up that way some fools of the
present generation will cease to trouble.
the world. Chicago Inter Ocean.
Who knows but that two or three
generations hence they will tap the deep
earth and receive heat for all the purposes
for which-we how use wood and
coal. Nk Y Mail- '