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8 IS TO HANG
ERN BORGIA CONVICTED IN
PHILADELPHIA.
Fiend and Monster in Human
Found Guilty of Murder in
First Degree—Jury Needed No
for Debate.
Gallows Awaits Him.
iry H. Holmes, otherwise Herman
[udgett, swiudler, bigamist, murder
arch lieud, has been arrested iu his
Of crime by a verdict of murder in
it degree, that is likely to send him
•:his many victims into the unknown
id the grave. The monster who
'UiH|in Chicago a labyrinth to snare and
||BK|L.Uman game without detection, who
Tj^iginnocent children without reason or
"function, who made a pastime of be
women, who waded through blood
loney, who robbed widows and or
8 who exhausted an expert's ingenu-
P
FEIPL
S devising new forms of death, who
isfully swindled insurance compa-
*u 1UW91 ICLUUimtUlB UilU
career in the annals of American
w-as convicted in Philadelphia Sat
the murder of Benjamin if fit-
^SM#Chicne°-
man
w'ho
|a,.a°d c'asped
S
was nboiit to hear the
for his death, who had meted
Wmjie of the conscience, stood erect in
unmoved.
apparently unheeding.
'ace sat the pallor of death, but
'•W|»iW-been
there for
day».
and did not
as he gave one swift glance at the
unsympathizing eyes at his back,
his gaze at the jury in a blank
his hands behind him.
Or twice he moistened his lips with
,» +3 PfP*18- apparently betraying a fever
that he held in check with his
^^^^l^otiVaerve. There was no other sign ot!
Citation, and Holmes heard his doom in
i^y'/ ^jsileiftie, as though it might have been a
.clerk of the court, In a voice op-
HOLMES HEARS
pressed with the gravity of his duty,
turned to the twelve men iu the jury box,
and, in slow, measured tones, said the
fateful form:
(v.^'Jurors,
look on the prisoner. Prison­
er, look on the jurors. How say you, gen
pptjemen of the jury? Do you find the pris
oner at the bar, Herman W. Mudgett,
?jilias H. H. Holmes, guilty of the murder
fejflf Benjamin F. Pitzel, or not guilty?"
IjSfThe spokesman of the twelve men had
|ifilpt beeu touched with pity for the pris
g»]aer, for he answered promptly, clearly
iltnd without a shadow of feeling:
"Guilty of murder in the first degree."
The accused stood like a statue as the
||rerdict was being pronounced. There
as no tremor in his shrunken form no
ijtwitcliing of a lip. His marvelous self
mastery had not forsaken him. There
•Was a tighter clasp on a paper he held
$n his hand, but the eyes rested on the
'Jury as though held by a mysterious
magnet. At last Holmes relieved the ten
sion by clearing his throat with a hoarse
"hem" as he slowly sank into his seat,
and the people moved in their seats and
turned to make whispered comments.
This remarkable criminal, however
was to give yet another evidence of hi?
self-possession. His counsel requestei
the clerk to poll the jury, and each of tin
twelve men reaffirmed the verdict whicl.
their foreman had already given. As eacli
name was called Holmes wrote it on the
margin of the newspaper. There was no
trembling of the fingers which guided the
lead pencil, and the writer glanced up at
each juryman in turn, as though fixing
the face iu his memory.
The Court made a formal record of the
verdict, and Holmes' counsel made the
expected motion for a uew trial. Holmes
followed the proceedings in silence, and
when an officer indicated that he was no
longer wanted he arose alertly without
protest or apparent reluctance, and start
ed out of the courtroom. He was taken
to his cellroom, and a few minutes latih
left for the prison, where he will proba
bly remain several months uutil his ap
peal is passed on.
Holmes spoke to his counsel, Rotan and
Shoemaker, iu the cellroom before he was
taken back to Moyamensing prison. To
them he said: "1 feel that his condemns
me. It was an unjust trial."
,, **5p^*~ ^•"is'i^ *,?«£' ^wr-»
WHEAT AND CORN.
eprlaa Wheat Crop Is 8*14 tt» BcKet
Very Good la Point Of Quality.
The quality of the new spring crop has
been a mooted question. For this reason
a Chicago paper has obtained from official
sources the inspection returns at Minne
apolis, the largest spring wheat receiving
point, and presents it as a very fair index
to the character (quality) of the last crop.
It is a good crop in quantity, but the fig
ures are not especially encouraging from
a quality standpoint. Here are the re
turns for the last three mouths, showing
the number of car loads received and the
way they are graded:
Grades— Aug. Sept. Oct. Totals.
No. 1 uorthern.2,211 7,183 11,235 20,13.14
No. 1 hard.
No. 2
No. 3
Rejected
No grade..
Winter ...
72 153
The new corn crop is beginning to mora
—is moving, in fact—hence increasing re
ceipts at all markets are promised. No
matter what the price is a certain amount
is sure to be marketed as soon as ready.
Taxes hare to be paid and debts contract
ed during the growing of the crop must
be^ met. It would appear that big crop
prices already prevail, and for this reason
it would not seem possible for values to
sink much, if any, lower. In Iowa, Kan
sas and Nebraska the producer will get
very little for his crop, 12i/[email protected] per bu,
perhaps. Oats are not being marketed
so freely lately, perhaps on account of
the very low price. Provisions have
shown a little more life, but are still very
uninteresting.
FLAMES SWEEP PRAIRIES.
Indiana Towns Have Narrow Kscapefl
from Destruction.
The prairie fires which have been burn
ing south of Whiting, lud., for the last
two weeks finally ached the border of
DOOM.
the place Sunday. At noon the Whiting,
North Hammand and Staudurd Oil Com
pany fire departments were called out,
and fought the tlames all the afternoon.
1
wo thousand acres between Whitiug
and Hammond have been burned. Much
of this territory is a kiud of peat and is
still burning. At one time it seemed that
the entire town of Uobertsdale, with the
Shefiipld racing property, would be de
stroyed. The flames swept upon the
fences and outhouses back of the first
row of houses in the edge of town, burn
ing them, and firing several cottages, but
the combined efforts of the departments
saved the cottages and fought the flames
back. The soil about the town is sandy,
and now that the grns3 has been burned
off the flames have receded and the town
is out of danger at that point.
Prayers wore offered Sunday in many
of the churches in the Kankakee region
for rain. The entire Kankakee region is
one vast waste of ashes, with here and
there the partially burned carcass of some
ow or horse to tell of the fury of the
flames. The fire is smoldering along the
river for miles and the only danger now is
from a high wind driving the sparks and
'mrning brands to territory which has not
'een burned over. The crisis is believed
'o have been passed, though there will
be frequent heavy losses until there is
long and continued rain.
GIFT OF THREE MILLION.
John D. Rockefeller's La'eat Present
to Univers ty of Chicago.
The University of Chicago has again
been the recipient of John D. Rockefel
ler's beneficence. He has given $3,000,
000 to the institution
conditions
which will ultimate
ly net it $5,000,000.
j. D.
The specific offense for which Holmes
was tried was the murder of his confed
erate in fraud, Pitzel. They had planned
that the latter should insure his life, that
a dead body procured in some way should
be palmed off on the insurance company
as that of Pitzel, and the money be col
lected and divided. Holmes simplified
matters by murdering Pitzel and getting
rid of a partner who would have insisted
on a division of the spoils. The only dis
puted question was whether Pitzel com
mitted suicide or wns murdered. The evi
dence satisfied the jury that he did not
kill himself, but was murdered. That
being the case they had no difficulty in
arriving at the conclusion that Holmes
was the murderer. He alone had a mo
tive, and he had abundant opportunity.
Sis conduct subs'Xjuent to Pitssei's death
Cttrntahed ample corroborative evidence.
One million dollars
of this sum is given
outright as an en
dowment and the re
maining $2,000,000
will be placed in the
hands of the trus
tees provided $2.-
ROCKEFELLER.
000,000 additional
are raised before the year 1900. If the
full $2,000,0U0 is not raised by that time
Mr. Rockefeller will give as much as the
subscriptions amount to. Intelligence of
this donation was received Saturday
morning at a special meeting of the trus
tees called for the purpose of listening to
a proposition from P. T. Gates, the per
sonal representative of Mr. Rockefeller.
Mr. Rockefeller has given to the Univer
sity of Chicago the grand total of $7,423,
000, given in installments as follows:
Mav, 1889, £000,000 September.
IStM),
Sl.000.000: February, 1892, 51.000,000
December, 1892, $1,000,000 May. 1893,
$150,000 July, 1894, $500,000: Decem
ber. 1894, $175,000 November, 1S95, S3,
000,000.
Convicts in camp on the Fort Worth
Road made a dash for liberty. The
guards killed one aad wounded two. Sev
eral escaped.
TEE BATTLE-FIELDS.
OLD SOLDIERS TALK OVER
ARMY EXPERIENCES.
Che Sin and the Gray Rovlsrr Incidents
ot the Late War, and In a Crnplilo and
Intereatlng Manner 'I ell of Camp, March
and Cattle Thrilling Incidents.
Unique Volume.
IHiglit's
03
.1,009 3,790
,. 207 070
..1,003 3,717
75 251
1 7 3
80
4,993
2,900
2,087
208
20
0,998
3,7fv
0,812
53
40
Total cars. .5,190 15,778 21,529 39,100
Thus it will be seen that only a fraction
of over 50 per cent, received at Minneapo
lis in three months has been of a quality
good enough to grade as really merchant
able—as contract. The above represents
about 25,000,000 bushels of wheat.
N the catalogue of books
pertaining to the war,
History of the
58th Indiana Volunteers
occupies a somewhat
unique place. Unlike
other histories of
the war period, It
is not made up
from memory of
events Ions after
they have trans
pired, but is a rec
ord written day
by day, while the
events were fresh
in the writer's
Bind. The bix,ii does not malte
my pretension to accurate de
icrlptlon of the general mo
clons of the army, but Is a very sim
ple story of the work done by one regl
aient—a very small part of the grand
irrny—In the crushing of the rebellion,
tt is a record of the personal ex.perl
•nces and observations of .the chaplain
if the 58tli, who shared the privation
ind danger common to all. It is a pen
jlcture of the soldier's life In camp, on
:he march, and on the battlefield. The
jreater part of the writing was done
inder circumstances not conducive to
onnected thought. Frequently the
.•oar of battle was yet sounding, or the
fleld strewn with dead, when the chap
.aln would sit down to chronicle the
laily history of the regiment And yet
remarkable feature of this most re
markable literary effort was the excel
«nt preservation of the manuscript,
ind the accuracy observed by the writ
er. Chaplain HIght died before he could
»ee his history In print, but the work
aas been most admirably completed by
Mr. G. R. Stormont, of the 58th, now
editor of the Princeton, Ind., Clarion.
Doubted G-rnnt'a Competency.
HE death of Philip
Lee Tippett of Ox
ford, Miss., in St.
Louis, Mo., the oth
er day recalls an in
teresting Incident
in the life of Gen.
Grant before he be
came famous. It Is
no secret that Gen.
Grant was in a bad
way financially
while a resident of
St. Louis County '.n
the latter part of the 50's. He had re
ilgned from the army and, having very
little business talent, made but little
headway in life. His warmest friend
was Judge Tippett, father of Philip Lee
Tippett.
They were great cronies and often
met at a public house on the Gravois
road, still owned by the same old Ger
man who, then as a young man, fur
bished entertainment for man and
Oeast. Young Tippett was then a strip
ing and he acquired a great admiration
for the ex-army officer who was some
what down on his luck.
About 1858 the county court was call
sd on to appoint a county engineer. The
.salary was $00 a month. The judge
made the announcement at the dinner
table one day and said he supposed
there would be a good many applicants,
but that a man ought to be really an
engineer to properly oversee the con
duction of roads.
"Why don't you appoint Capta'n
Srant, father?" inquired young Lee.
'He's an engineer and he needs the
noney."
The idea had not before occurred to
the judge. Captain Grant was nothing
)f a politician. "What's his politics,
Lee?" asked the old man.
"I'm blessed if I know."
"No more do I, but I think he Is a
Democrat."
This was essential. The court was a
Democratic court and was not so many
years removed from the Jacksonian
motto that to the vlcti/r belongs the
spoils as courts are to-day. Judge Tip
pett saw his friend that self-same day.
Gen. Grant's ante-bellum politics has
long been a mooted question, but from
the fact that he made application for
the position it may be inferred that he
was not a vigorous opponent of the
Democratic party, to say the least.
When It came to a vote he got one—his
friend. Judge Tippett's.
One member of the court Is still alive.
Judge Alt, who has been continuously
In office from that day to this. He was
asked recently why Gen. Grant was not
appointed. The old man, who Is now a
Republican, smiled and said: "I'm not
particularly proud of my course now,
since the man has proved himself, but
between you and me. while I liked Cap
tain Grant personally, I was afraid he
wasn't competent to satisfactorily per
form the duties of road overseer of St.
Louis County."
An Uniinis'io 1 Brncelet.
Old Commodore Tyrrell was sitting
with some friends the other day when
the awful heat Impelled hitu to roil up
his shirt sleeves. As he did so the eye
of a reporter who was sitting by him
fell upon an India Ink decoration upon
his right wrist.
"Let me see that, commodore," he
said.
The old sea dog extended his right
arm across the table for inspection.
The decoration was a shield and an
eagle and one side was something that
looked like an unfinished wreath.
"Why didn't the artist finish it?" the
commodore wan asked.
"Ah. that's a story the avrfuJuess
of irsr, mr toy," sold he, as he
grew
thoughtful and stopped tHa Joklac that
be had been indulging In, «it was when
I was a stripling of a boy la the navy
that that was done. Like all boys, I
thought I was not a full-fledged tar
until I bad myself tattooed, and one of
my mates started to make a bracelet
around my wrist. That was tlie day
before the battle of Mobile bay. He did
as much as you see there and was going
to finish it next day. Next day we went
into action and first shot that came
across our deck struck my mate right
amidships, and the poor fellow never
knew what finished him.
"I never would let anybody else fin
ish it, but maybe when I go to Davy
Jones' locker I'll meet Dick and get him
to finish that bracelet."—ClacmnaU
Tribune.
No Blood Was Shed.
In the winter of 18U2-3 a part of the
Confederate army was In winter quar
ters near the town of Dalton, In the
northern part of Georgia.
The famous Orphan brigade of Ken
tucky, noted for Its bravery and daring
In battle, was encamped near a brigade
of Tennessee troops. The Kentucklans
were commanded by Gen. Joseph H.
Lewis, now on the bench of the Court
of Appeals, and the Tennesseeans by
the gallant Pat Cleburne, who after
ward fell fighting bravely at Franklin,
Tenn.
The two brigades mingled constantly
and the tedium of camp life was re
lieved by many gay pranks and harm
less larks among the soldier boys.
One day the troops were treated to a
genuine snowstorm, a sight very rare In
that part of the country, but which
called their far-away homes very viv
idly to the soldiers from the Middle
States. A party of Tennessee soldiers
had been paying a visit to some of their
Kentucky comrades, and as they took
their departure their late hosts In a
spirit of sport threw some snowballs
after them they responded promptly,
and a lively contest ensued, each party
pelting the other with the white mis
siles.
The Tennesseeans retreated at first,
but, being reinforced, returned to the
attack. Some Georgians, who now
learned to make snowballs for the first
time, also Joined their side. Thejr as
sailed the Kentucklans so fiercely that
the latter, outnumbered and blinded by
the feathery balls, were driven from
their position anu their barracks and
colors were seized by the enemy.
At this juncture Gen. Lewis stepped
out of his tent, and was also greeted
with a volley of snowballs and a de
risive cheer. Seeing how matters stood,
he sprang upon his horse, ordered out
his officers and men and advanced with
his entire brigade to regain their lost
honors.
The Tennesseeans and Georgians call
ed on their comrades for aid, and both
sides responded with the same eager
ness and promptness which would have
been displayed at the sudden attack of
a Federal army.
In a few moments 8,000 men and offi
cers were drawn up In battle array,
their arms full of snowballs, and amid
shouts of laughter and loud cheers the
fight waged furiously.
The officers rode among the men, en
couraging them and bravely exposing
themselves In the shower of white balls,
which soon made the soldiers look like
snow men. If an officer was knocked
off a horse, a private Immediately took
his place and rallied his comrades.
The battle waxed fiercer and fiercer
each side made determined charges and
were repulsed again and again. But
slowly, Inch by Inch, the valiant Ken
tuckians drove their opponents back
and recaptured their quarters and col
ors. They then formed In a compact
body, with freshly gathered ammuni
tion, and charged upon the spot where
General Cleburne was seated on ,hls
horse, gayly cheering his men and giv
ing instructions to his aids. Time after
time the Kentuckians dashed them
selves against the wall of Tennesseeans,
but were/lriven back before the rain of
balls and forced a retreat The two
bodies of men swayed back and forth
all the afternoon without gaining a
victory. Night finally came and the
darkness ended the bloodless, but one
of the most unusual and fiercest battles
ever fought.
Sheridan at Cedar Cr*eJc»
Shoe the steed with silver
That bore him to the fray,
When he heard the guns at dawning—
Miles away
When he heard them calling, calling—
Mount! nor stay:
Quick, or all is lost
They've surprised and stormed the post,
They push your routed host-
Gallop I retrieve the day.
House the horse in ermine—
For the foam-Sake blew
White through the red October
He thundered into view
They cheered him in the looming.
Horseman and horse they knew.
The turn of the tide began.
The rally of bugles ran.
He swung his hat in the vfcr
The electric hoof-spark flew.
Wreathe the steed and lead him—
For the charge he led
Touched and turned the cypress
Into amaranths for the head
Of Philip, king of riders,
Who raised them rrom the dead.
The camp (at dawning lost)
By eve, recovered—forced,
Rang with laughter of the host
At belated Early fled.
Shroud the horse in sable—
For the mounds they heapl
There is Pring in the valley,
And yet no strife they keep
It is the parting volley,
It is the pathos deep.
There is glory for the brave
Who lead, and nobly save.
But no knowledge in the grave
Where the nameless followers sleep.
—Herman Melville.
All the world's a stage, but some
have box s«ats while others h&vfe to
hang on behind.
wm
More Horse Sen^*J
You'll find the horse,
if you'll Inquire,
In favor of .-
.r A broader tire.
Rond Work by Convicts In Ilawoll.
There Is no doubt whatever of the
practical value of employing convict
labor on the public highways—wher
ever it has been tried It has proved
highly successfuL
In the Hawaiian Islands, far In
stance, the road work Is done entirely
by the conTicts, and the result Is that
the little republic away off In the Pa
cific Ocean can boast of far better roads
than the United States.
During over a year's stay In the Isl
ands I had an excellent opportunity to
watch the working of this system, and
In several hundred miles of wheeling
never came across an unridable road.
The Hawaiian convicts themselves
told me they preferred road work to
any form of punishment, as It gave
them a chance to be out in the free air
and occasionally see their friends.
From the Honolulu prison, gangs are
constantly Lelng sent out to the other
islands to open up new roads and keep
the old ones in good repair. The ma
jority of the prisoners taken In the re
cent revolution are employed In this
way. No trouble has ever been caused
by the prisoners during the many years
the system has been In operation.
In various South American countries
also the convict system has proved
highly successful.
Why should not the system then be
tried In the United States, where good
roads are so badly needed?—K. Percy
Crandall, U. S. Navy.
Fully Qualified..
Harper's Magazine published, more
than twenty-five years ago. an amus
ing story of the Ineffectual efforts made
by a young man to escape from serving
on a Jury:
When I was a young man, I gpent sev
eral years at the South, residing for a
while at Port Hudson, on the Missis
sippi river. A great deal of litigation
was going on there, and It was not
always easy to obtain Jurymen. One
day I was summoned to act In that
capacity, and repaired to court to gel
excused.
On my name being called. I Informed
the Judge that I was not a freeholder,
and therefore not qualified to serve.
"Where do you reside?" Inquired the
Judge.
"I am stopping for the time being at
Port Hudson."
"You board at the hotel, I presume?"
"I take my meals there, but have
rooms In another part of the town."
"So you keep bachelor's hall?"
"Yea, sir."
"How long have you lived in that
manner?"
"About six months."
"I think you are qualified," gravely
remarked the Judge. "I have never
known a man to keep bachelor's hall
for the length of time you name with
out having dirt enough In his room to
make him a freeholder! The court does
not excuse you."
He Credits Everything.
The Sedalla Bazoo la a newspaper
which really exists, says Moses P.
Handy In the Chicago Times-Herald,
although many people doubt It, just as
many people used to doubt whether
there was really any such a place as
Oshkosh or Kalamazoo. Sedalla Is a
flourishing town in Missouri, and the
Bazoo Is a good paper published there
by Col. Goodwin, a unique type ot
Southwesterner. A few years ago, at
a dinner of the American Newspaper
Publishers' Association In New York,
Col. Goodwin followed Charles A. Dana
In the speech making. He said: "I am
mighty glad to meet Mr. Dana and hear
him talk. I admire him and his paper
very much, but have always had a
grudge against them both. One day the
Sun had an editorial on 'Plural Wives,'
which seemed to me to be a pretty good
thing. So being short of editorial mat
ter that day I Just scissored It and
slapped It Into the Bazoo. During the
next few days I had to barricade my
office and keep my revolver out of the
!i\l
f-MJ
WHEEL-TIBE
tew affects of narrow tires.
drawer. Thewj was a constant process
slon of Indignant men who called mcr
to account for making personal reflec
tion on them. I had to come out tho
next week and explain that the article
was from the Sun, and was only aimed
at M-ormons. That taught me a lesson.
Now I always credit everything I take
from other papers—especially what 1*
likely to hurt anybody's feelings."
The Stopping of Fast Trains.
When railway roadbeds have been
made as nearly perfect as possible,
and, as far as practicable, leveled, and
when the best types of locomotives and
cars have been devised, how fast will
steam be able to carry us? An answer
to this question, based on a scientific
examination of the conditions involved,
is furnished by Mr. Theodore N. Ely,
an authority on facts relating to rail
ways. One hundred miles an hour
is about the limit of speed suggested
by him.
Another very Important question
growing out of the first Is: Within
what distance can a train running 100
miles an hour, or but little less than
150 feet In a second, be stopped? The
reply Is that under the most favorable
circumstances, a distance of nearly half
a mile would be required.
A train running a mile a minute can
be stopped, It Is estimated, within a dis
tance of 900 feet By adding only two
thirds to the speed, therefore, the dis
tance required for bringing the train
to a standstill would be Increased al
most three times. It Is evident that
when we are whirled across the coun
try at the rate of a hundred miles an
hour, "a clear track" will become a far
more Important thing even than It If
to-day.
A Philadelphia Mustache.
"I've seen some peculiar whiskers la
my day," remarked a 9th street barber
the other day, "but there was a fellow
In here who simply beat the deck for
mustaches. They were of the long,
flowing kind, and when In repose hunff
gracefully down over his shirt front^
After I had finished shaving him ha
asked me to dress his mustache, giving
me my Instructions how to do it First
I gave It a brllllantlne bath and combed
It out Then 1 waxed It until the points
stood out on each side of his face like
bayonets. He seemed very proud of
It, and didn't object when I asked hlni
If I might measure It In fact, h«
seetned rather pleased. I took a tape
line and found that from tip to tip that
marvelous mustache measured a trifle
over twenty-three Inches. He next
asked me to curl it This was a diffi
cult operation, but after exhausting
several curling Irons, I succeeded In
heating a section of gas pipe to the
proper temperature and finished the
Job."—Philadelphia Record.
Trouble from Lack of Thought.
"You would be surprised at the fr»
quent unnecessary accounts of missing
persons that we are compelled to reg
ister," said Detective AUmendlnger. "If
a woman misses her child for a few
minutes, without taking the trouble to
look around the neighborhood for It,
she rushes up here to me and registers
the case. We no sooner have It tele
graphed throughout the city than she
returns and says the little one was In a
neighbor's house, or makes some sim
ilar statement. They little realize the
trouble we are put to, for we have to
send word throughout the city that the
lost one has been found."—Philadelphia
Call.
Change or Ideas.
It Is curious to note how the progress
of knowledge causes the medical pro
fession to change its opinions. It baa
always been thought that the use of
new bread is most unhealthy, a doc
trine which is religiously believed la
and acted upon In most households.
But a Russian doctor now asserts that
new bread Is far more beneficial to the
consumer than that which has been
cut and exposed to the air, and has had
time to gather the numerous germs
which find In the material a nutrient
medium. The heat of the oven ts de
structive to these germs, and hence
new bread Is found to be perfectly free
from them.
His Dog's Name.
A boy's fishing pole was fastened to
the root of a tree on the river bank,
and he was sitting In the sun playing
with his dog, Idling the time away, as
he had been fishing all day and caught
nothing.
"Fishing?" Inquired the man passing,
"Yes," answered the boy.
"Nice dog you have there what la his
name?"
"Fish."
"Fish? That's a queer name for a
dog. What do you oall him that for?"
'Cause he won't bite."
Then the man proceeded on his way,
—Erie Messenger.
In 18S0 the approximate wealth oil
the country was $43,042,000,000, an
average of SS70 to each individual.
PHILOSOPHY.—Scene on country road, showing deen rats
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