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It was after 12 o'clock at night. The
taws of dark dwellings which lined
each side of the street made one little
house look brilliantly illuminated by
contrast. Alvin Barstow walked quick
ly toward it, considerably surprised as
be drew nearer to find that it was his
own and not one of the other five in
the row. What could be the meaning
of this lavish use of gas? Tor a second
time in his married life a suspicion of
his wife flashed through his mind.
Once, when they were first married,
there had been a letterbut, "Pshaw!
All that had died out years ago," he
said to himself. Still, it was queer that
she should have received a letter in his
presence and destroyed it without tell
ing him of its contents. She had
named the writer at his request, but
more than this she had not told him,
and he had been too proud to urge her
confidence. He was annoyed that the
recollection should return so vividly
now. His wife did not expect him be
fore 1 o'clock, as this was the time
when he usually got home from the
newspaper office where he was employ
ed, but owing to the illness of one of
the staff he had been ordered to start
in the morning on a "detail" to a dis
tant town As he approached the house
he saw that the parlor windows Avere
wide open and the curtains swayed to
and fro in the draught .From the win
dow of the adjoining house the head of
an inquisitive neighbor was furtively
withdrawn. As he opened the front
loo with his latch key the husband
"felt a pang of shame that he should do
it so softly.
Through the open door of the parlor
he saw his wife bending over the figure
of a man lying on the lounge. As he
-advanced a step nearer he saw that his
"wife's late visitor and the writer of the
lettera wealthy and prominent man
were the same. At the sight of her
husband's face Mrs. Barstow appeared
strangely disconcerted, but she did not
ease her occupation of bathing the
head of the unconscious man. When
he began to show signs of returning
consciousness she motioned her hus
"Don't let him see you," she said
Her gesture was so imperative that
Almost involuntarily Barstow moved
out of sight An instant later the man
opened his eyes. ]o a moment lie
gzed stupidly up at the woman stand
ing over him, men a look of hatred
passcJ over his countenance.
"You feel better now, do you not?"
"Yes, I am bolter, I suppose The
fact is, I'm so ased to doing as i dn
please that I can't stand it to be
crossed." He raised up on one elbow
and glared at her. "Are you a woman
or a devil that you defy me so? You
must have a pricename it!"
"Hush!" she cried warningly
Her husband came forward, and at
sight of him thj man fell back on the
"Ah! So you have told him!"
"I have told him nothing," she re
plied with emphasis.
She drew her husband out of the
room. "He may have a stroke of apo
plexy if he is excited he came near
one as it was."
"I must know what this means."
""Certainly." "Then you mistrust me!" she broke
They regarded each other silently for
a moment. Reproach and appeal were
written in her eyes. He dropped his
"Yes," he said shortly.
"Very well, I will tell you after he
He grasped her wrist. "You swear
She recoiled as if he had struck her.
"I said I would tell you." Her voice
was cold. "You must ring for a car
riage now, and get him home as quick
ly as possible."
They returned to the parlor, but their
visitor maintained a sullen silence until
the arrival of the carriage. At the
door he turned to the wife." Remember
the power of money," he said, and,
without a glance at her husband, he
When they heard the carriage door
shut husband and wife faced each
"It will be wrong for me to tell you
the meaning of all this, for it is anoth
er's secret," she began.
"I don't care whose secret it is," he
replied, brutally "I demand to know
the truth, and the whole truth
"I once witnessed a murder. This
man, William Sage, was the principal,
and one who was very dear to me was
accessory to the crime
Instantly the expression of the man's
face changed. The jealousy, which had
predominated, vanished, and a new
lookkeen, shrewd, calculating, the
look of a sleuth-houndtook its place.
"And who was the one who was so
-dear to you?"
For a moment she hesitated
"My father," she whispered.
"And the victim?"
"Was George Stem, a former partner
of theirs. It happened in our cabin
near Altaville, Colorado. The three
had been playing cards, when a dispute
arose and my father charged Stern
with cheating. Stem gave him the he
and my father knocked him down.
For some time previous there had been
bad blood between them about a mine,
and it was only because Stern had ex
pressed a desire for a reconciliation
that they consented to the game of
cards." She paused.
"Well, did it kill him?"
"No that was the worst part of it.
for then it would have been partly ex
cusable. Mr. Sage was furiously angry.
He threatened to kill us if we rendered
the man any assistance The fall had
produced unconsciousness As soon as
lie opened his eyes William Stge shot
him twice and then flung the heavy
Sim at his head
She drew her hands across her eyes
-with a shudder. "It was an awful
*'^ht. I don't thmk I have ever been
quite the same since. His skull was
fractured, but whether from the fall
or the gun we did not know. Mr. Sage
said it was the result of the fall, and
threatened to prove it if we told what
we knew about the affair. They dug a
grave in the thick brush, and the body
has never been found. It was a long
time before I would consent not to tell.
and during that time they never left
me alone. No inquiry was ever made,
for the man was supposed to have left
the country. No one suffered by his
death, and at last I made up my mind
to keep the secret for father's sake.
After his death I was glad I had. But
Mr. Sage has never trusted me. He
came here to-night in a frenzy and
charged me with having told you. He
imagined that he saw a reference to
the crime in the attack upon him in
to-day's Enterprise, and he wanted to
buy me offto*buy my silence!"
Her eyes flashed. "He seems to feel,
somehow, that if he can once get me
to accept money he will be more sure
of me. His rage, because I refused,
brought on the spell you saw. Now I
have told you everything. Promise me
that you will never breathe a word of
this to a human being!"
He did not reply at once. "It is a
horrible thing," he said at length, "but
it is nothing in which you are specially
"Nothing in which I am specially
concerned?" she repeated in amaze
ment. "When I witnessed it, and my
own father was possibly the mur
"Nonsense! How could he be? If
the an's skull has been fractured by
the fall, he wouldn't have regained con
"You haven't promised ine yet," she
exclaimed, in sudden alarm. "Oh, A*l-
vin, don't put it in the paper! Don't!
It would kill me!"
He had never seen her so excited.
She v*as usually so calm.
"You are nervos and overwrought,"
he replied, evasively. "You must lie
down and get some rest."
She read the truth in his face.
"Is nothing sacred?" she asked, bit
terly. "Must this monster you work
for be fed with my heart's blood?"
"You are growing hysterical and giv
ing yourself a great deal of unneces
sary alarm. For your own good I
must ask you to go to bed at once.
I must return to the office immediatc
lv, I came home to get some notes
1 had forgotten, and I've barely time
to get through befcre the papar goes
Once in the streets he fairly ran
along them ir haste to. get his* work
done before the paper went to press.
It was a tremendous "scoop." Sage
was a candidate for re-election to the
Lnited States senate and was the owner
of a rival paper. The election would
take place in two weeks, and the
Enterprise had been making a very
bitter light against him. This black
p.ige in h"? histoij would be a power
ful weapon in their hands but there
was no time to be lost. A slight com
punction for what he was about to do
Barstow promptly crashed by a ready
sophistry of justification. This coup
d'etat just at this time would be of
incalculable benefit to him. He would
be advanced, perhaps to the dazzling
position of special writer. Surely this
prosperity would console his wife for
the grief she would feel at the publica
tion Besides, was it not the duty of a
newspaper to expose crime?
He glanced at his watch as he dashed
into the building A full hur remained
in which to get his copy ready. In the
local room a group of belated reporters
locked up in surprise as he hastily en
tered the night editor's room.
"Barstow must have a good one,"
one remarked, with a look of envy.
The fortunate man did not reappear.
He sent for the artist and gave him
a rough outline of the tragedy, with
instiuctions to ake what he could
out of it Then he set to work furious
ly. A\ithin the hour the articl1
ready for the press. This done, he
dropped wearily on a lounge and fell
It was 9 o'cloek when he awoke.
His first thought was for a copy of the
paper. Yes it was all there a sensa
tion with a vengeance. There was
even a drawing of the tragedy, with
Senator Sage in the act of firing at
the prostrate form of his victim, and the
figure of a girl and a man in the back
ground. The well known features of
the murderer were unmistakable.
Barstow's next thought was for his
wife. The papers must have been
delivered two or three hours earlier.
He hurried out and went directly home.
An aunt of his wife's met him in the
"Be prepared for the worst," she
said, sternly. "The expose in the paper
has been too much for her. If you
wrote it then you brought this misfor
tune upon yourself."
"What misfortune? What are you
talking about? Where is my wife?"
he asked in rapid succession.
"She has lost her reason. You didn't
know it was in her father's family,"
she added, as he staggered back. "They
all have terrible tempers, or else they
are quiet and deep like her, and these
sometimes go mad."
A horrible laugh rang through the
house. He pushed the woman to one
side and rushed" to his wife's room.
She sat on the floor, rocking her body
backward and forward as she gibbered
and pointed to the morning Enterprise
in her hand.The Argonaut.
A Big? Plank.
About election time we hear a good
deal about planks and platforms. Judg
ing from the number of people that
claim to stand on some of them they
must be pretty big. But what would
our boys and girls think of a plank
sixteen feet five inches wide? There
is such a plank at the World's fair.
The giant redwood tree from which it
was cut was 300 feet high and 35 feet
thick at the base. It is said to have
been l,r0 years old at the time it was
cut in June ,1890, in Humboldt county,
California. The plank was cut at a
point about 28 feet from the base, and
represented only about one-half of the
diameter of the tree at that point. The
redwood trees are not the only ones
which attain great height. The tallest
flag pole in the world stands in front
of the State of Washington exhibit,
and is made of white pine from that
state. It is 215 feet high and its point
seems to be almost lost in the blue sky
Prof. Henry chows by experiment
that it costs $2.G1 to produce 100 pounds
of grain with lambs, and $3.03 to pro
duce the same gain with pigs of about
the same age.
Regularity and system are needed in
farming as much as in any other trade,
though it has less of routine work and
gives diversity of plans and more
chance to think than most other lines
(WEEK WHIMS OF^TOPERS.
PET VAGARIES INDULGED IN BY
The Man Who Hire* a. Parlor Car
to Carry Hla "IiOad"The Tramp
Who Keeps a Private Set of
Varied and remarkable are the va
garies produced by over-indulgence in
drinks. From the Russian moojik, who
drinks himself to sleep with frightful
potions of vedka, to the light-hearted
Frenchman dancing off the exhilarating
effects of champagne, all drinkers have
peculiarities which are more or less na
tional, but there are those who have
Specialties, and it is of them I would
present some illustrations.
As a specimen of the form of national
peculiarities I might mention the dis-
Drawlngr Evil Influences Out of Beer.
covery made by a bright New York
woman, who once said to me, after vis
iting a gallery filled with the works
of the most conspicuous French im
pressionists, that she had seen the
effect that absinthe pioduces upon the
brain of the French artist.
But it is not absinthe alone that
produces these striking effects. Too
great indidgence in any liquor is apt to
do the same even the comparatively
hmccent German lager beer has its
victims. The cashier a leading Ger
man restaurant in this city called my
attention one night to a well dressed,
quiet-lc king individual who stood at
one end of the bar
"I want to introduce hira to you,"
si.id the cashier, "and jou ask him to
take a drink, anc jou will see some
thing funny." I d?d as suggested, and
th two glasses of beer were placed on
the counter before lis Before he
would touch the glass my gut st held his
hand above it, tightly closed, with the
exception of the index finger, which
hung down, and which he whirled
around the glass with the most as
tounding rapidity. Gradually raising
his hand, he tapered off in speed and
reduced the size of the circles, finishing
with a grand flourish up in the air,
as if to draw all evil influences out
of the beer in an imaginary whirlpool.
He then took up his glass and bowed
his respects to me, as if he had done
nothing whatever unusual.
Another customer of this same sa
loon and restaurant would invariably
come in, take a seat at a table, after
hanging his hat upon a peg on the
wall, and then look around for a while.
"He won't order anything at that ta-
ble," said one of the waiters to me.
"He will put on his hat and overcoat,
as if going out, and go to some other
table before he orders anything. But
after he starts in, he is likely to sit for
several hours drinking beer and eating
a pickled herring."
Time enough, as if to illustrate the
waiter's assertion, the old man got up,
put on his hat and. coat and started for
the door. When about half way out
he turned around and sought a seat
at another table, from which he or
dered beer and a pickled herring. Bo
fore ordering the herring, however, he
called for the bill of fare, and studied
it carefully from top to bottom. The
waiter told me he would order the pick
led herring, no matter what else there
was on the bill of fare, and he might
just as well order it at first, but he
Needs a Parlor Car to Carry His
Another "jag" accumulator of my ac
quaintance had the habit, when he
reached the climax of his inebriety, of
hiring a parlor car, which he caused to
be attached to a train, and went
wherever the train was bound. The
destination was a matter of perfect in-
Balancing Himself on His Heels.
difference to him. He just went along
and paid $100 per day until he got
through. Sometimes he would halt in
some town, where his car was side
tracked, and he would remain for a day
or two, and then have his car and jag
reattached to a train. If the train
went forward he was satisfied, and he
was equally well pleased if it returned
to New York.
His usual traveling companion was
a fellow-townsman, an Englishman by
birth, who would sometimes try to es
cape, but could not, for his friend
seemed able to read his intention, and
would sit for hours holding his hand or
arm, and when tired of holding on with
one hand he would change to the other,
but never let go.
When the Englishman reached the
turning point in his spree, and-wanted
to sober up, or when his companion
had been taken in charge by other
friends or by the police and sent to an
Inebriate asylum, he woiri over to
New Jerseyto Paterson or Newark or
Elizabethand hire two or three coach
es, which he would fill with colored
men, whom he would invite to take ti
drive with him. They would go to
some wayside house, where they would
have dinner and smoke and drink at
his expense, and when evening came on
he seemed to be contented to return to
New York and commence a course of
A young man of my acquaintance,
who indulges hi periodical sprees, man
ifests his happiness upon such occa
sions by standing on the edge of his
heels and leaning back at an angle that
no sober man could maintain for two
seconds. It seems as if, on such occa
sions, the law of gravitation were, for
the time being, suspended.
A Tramp Bookkeeper.
One of the most interesting cases that
ever came under my observation was
that of a man who at one time was
head bookkeeper of one of the leading
auction houses in New York, but his
taste for "rum" at last dominated
everything else, and he sank deeper and
deeper, until he became a regular
tramp. But even when his fortunes
were at the lowest ebb his early train
ing as an accountant held sway. Till
the day he died and was buried with
out ceremony in the Potters' field, "Fat
Jack," as he was called by his associ
ates, kept a private set of books, in
which were charged all the sums he
begged from friends who knew him in
his prime, and where every disburse
ment was scrupulously credited. He
would come into the store of some one
who had been an associate in better
days and, for instance, would ask:
"George, may I use your desk for a
few minutes? I want to write up my
This privilege was readily granted,
and when he had finished his work he
would incidentally ask for some
"Why don't you work some one else
now, and give me a rest for a while?"
I Want to Write Up My Books."
his friend would demand. ''Yo-
touched me only a day or two ago."
"No, no, no!" he would say see here,
it was a week ago last Thursday you
gave me that 50 cents here it is, you
see, and since then 'Van' gave me 30
cents, and I had a quarter from Jim
Smith, and Jack Lobdell gave me a
new pair of shoes yesterday
"Where arc your uew shoes?" George
would ask, as he looked down upon a
pair of open-work shoes, from which
his feet were bursting in every direc
"Oh, yes I made a very fair finan
cial turn with them, and that is why I
am wearing these old ones."
He kept a debit and credit account
during his last days as carefully as ever
he did when at the head of the count*
"I Want to Write up my Books.**
ing-room of a great commercial house.
July 7, to cash from J. $0 50
And on the credit sode:
July 7, by one whisky $ .05
July 7, by two whiskies (self and
In the day-book were occasional re
marks to guide him in future transac
tions, such as "July 8, whisky in Sail
ors' Delight' no good 5 cents thrown
away." And another would read: "July
9, called on Commodore was
out by the rade porters, wrho,refusefired
take my name in to the commodore
The fact is that he knew7
dore well in the early days, when he
was a prosperous business man himself,
and had his name reached the commo
dore, poor old "Fat Jack" would have
had a kind reception and a valuable
sum to enter on the debit side of his
A Correspondent's Orders Obeyed.
Of all the unusual things I ever saw
was the prudence exeicised by a cor
respondent of one of the Hong Kong
papers, who was reporting the cam
paign of the French army against the
"Black Flags" in Tonkin. We were
at Hanoi, on the Red river, when his
birthday anniversary occurred, and he
started in to celebrate the event. He
soon saw what the inevitable result
would be. He therefore hired two
strapping big Chinese coolies to follow
him around, and as soon as they saw
certain symptoms which
instructed to seiz him bod
ily, regardless of resistance OJ* his part,
and carry him, if necessary, to the
house where he lodged, put him to
bed and not allow him to go out after
that until he woke up the next morn
The symptoms showed themselves be
fore he got ready to surrender, and
the result was one of the most remark
able episodes I ever witnessed First
he tried to argue with the porters,
but he had previously told them not
to regard anything he said at that time,
and when they would not listen to liim
he tried to fight them off, but they were
very much stronger than he, and their
fee was a contingent one, which they
were determined not to lose through
any fault of their own. At last he ap
pealed to us to help him, but we sided
with the coolies, and reminded them
that they would not get their pay if
they allowed him to escape. So he was
bundled off and put to bed in spite
of himself nor did he get out again
till he had slept and got over his anger
at all, except his companions, who had
encouraged the coolies to follow their
instructions so literally.W H. Gilder
in New York Jouii-al.
He Looks Ahead.
GummyWhat makes you look so sol
emn, Spatts? What are you worrying
SpattsI am afraid that my daugh
ter will many an English lord.
GummeyWhat a ridiculous idea!
You have no daughter. You are not
SpattsI know that, but I am ac
customed to look ahead.Tnxth.
THE LUMINOUS GHOST.
THRILLING EXPERIENCE OF A
YOUNG LADY. 'J
The House Was Haunted by a Spirit With
a Black Face, and Even the Family
Dog: Refuses to Live in It.Troubles
of a Handsome Irish Setter. -N
In the northern section of Wood
bury, Penn., in what is known as the
First ward, is a pretty cottage that
many of the residents of Woodbury
firmly believe to be haunted, lhat
strange and uncanny sights and
sounds occur there both night and
day is vouched for by some of the
more recent tenants, and for several
months past it has been given up to
the rats that scamper through its
empty rooms, and the sparrows that
fly in and out at the broken garret
The place was for many years the
home of Rev. Sidney L. Dyer, a
Baptist clergyman, whose name
graces the title page of many books
of the Sunday school type. About
six years ago Mr. Dyer died. His
wife left Woodbury, and a year later
she also died. There were rumors
that the Dyers had not found the
cottage a pleasant place of residence,
but they kept their own counsels, if
such was the case, and little was
known of its peculiarities until it
passed into other hands.
The latest tenant was Mr. N. B.
Gilson, a fresco artist, who took
possession of the place and occupied
it for three months. His family prob
ably had, the most startling experi
ence of any of the recent occupants
of the cottage, and the details were
narrated to the Philadelphia Press by
a member of the family.
The family, which consists of Mr.
Gilson, his wife and a grown-up son
and daughter, are not superstitious
people. Joe Gilson, the son, re
marked- "My sister and myself have
been brouarht up to reject supersti
tion in all its forms, and even now 1
am not prepared to say that I believe
in ghosts, but a man doesn't want his
sleep disturbed by such expenenceo
as we have had in this house, and, to
say the least, it is not a pleasant
place to live in."
For a month after the Gilsons took
possession of the cottage things went
smoothly, but at the end of that time
they began to have disagreeable ex
periences One evening, as the fami
ly was about to retire, a noise like a
heavy explosion shook the house,
which was followed by such sounds
as would be caused by the overturn
ing of furniture and the rattling of
windows. From that time until the
Gilsons left the house these noises
were heard, with variations at inter
vals. They were not confined to
night or day.
Shortly after this occurrence a
young lady from Wilmington, Del.,
was a guest of Miss Gilson. She oc
cupied a room on the second floor.
She awoke one night and saw a white
figure standing at the bureau. Think
ing it was Mrs. Gilson or her daugh
ter, she spoke to the figure The
apparition, with the rapidity of light
ning, disappeared, but in a moment
it was again seen at the bedside of
the now thoroughly frightened girl,
and again disappeared on being ad
dressed. The young lady spent a
night of terror and in the morning
left her friends, declaring that noth
ing could induce her to spend anoth
er night in the house.
After that night the oom was oc
oupied by members of the family and
guests, and the strange apparition
was seen in turn by each occupant
It is described by all who have seen
it as wearing the traditional white
garment, and over its head and
around its face is what appears to be
a white handkerchief, tied under his
chin. The figure is luminous, and
the face is a black, horrible blank.
The spook always appeared first at
the bureau, as if in search of some
thing, and would melt away in the
darkness upon being spoken to and
again appear at the bedside. Articles
in this room were removed from
their places, and the contents of the
bureau drawers left in confusion.
The figure was only seen in this
room, but shadows were often seen
moving along the walls in other
apartments, and their appearance
was always accompanied by noises
like the explosion of toy baeloons or
inflated paper bags. Even in broad
daylight window shades were pulled
down by unseen hands, and china
and glassware fell crashing in the
Perhaps the greatest sufferer from
these uncanny sights and sounds was
the family dog, a handsome Irish
setter. This poor brute was in a
state of constant and abject terror.
At the occurrence of the sounds, or
even the opening of a door, he would
cower at the feet of some member of
the family and shiver and whine in a
most pitiful manner. He refused to
eat, and only regained his health
and spirits when the family left the
house. The Gilsons tired of this
condition of affairs and gave up the
place, and since that* time have no
trouble from ghostly visitants.
The stories told by former tenants
tally with the experience of the Gil
sons. A Philadelphia lady
rented the place for a summer home,
could not keep a servant after the
first night. They would appear in
the morning declaring that money
would not induce them to spend
another night there. She gave up
the place in disgust
The theory f ghosts is scouted by
some of the neighbors, and after the
Gilsons left the premises *wo brave
young men, who were not afraid of
ghosts, went there to spend a night
and lay the spool*s. They
to their homes, however, long before 1748, when the
the nighA was over, and as they re- I customary^
fuse to say anything whatever oi
what they saw or heard, those in
clined to superstition ^re strength
ened in their belief that "tf house
is haunted." i
A PRISON INCIDENT.
How- Picture of Christ Affected a No
torious Fcma'e Criminal.
The incident narrated below took
place in a woman's prison of an
Eastern state. A striking picture o
Christ saying to the erring woman,
"Go, and sin no more!" hangs in the
chapel of this prison. About 5 o'clock
in the afternoon, the time that the
Sunday service is held there in the
summer, the sun touches the paint
ing brilliantly, and lights the sym
pathetic figure of the Master, seem
ingly to interpret with new hope His
significant words. Indeed, to one
not expecting the sudden illumina
tion, it appears almost like a super
Among the prisoners was a woman
who had caused a great deal ot
trouble from the first hour she had
been placed within the prison walls.
She had been arrested for repeated
crimes, and was considered a con
firmed criminal. Violent and diso
bedient, she had literally to be
forced to her duties. Finding they
could do nothing with her the au
thorities placed her in a solitary
cell. When she was taken from it
she made so much trouble that it be
came necessary to put her back again
But one Sunday they took her out
in time to attend chapel services
with the other prisoners. Jt had
been a cloudy day, and the woman
seemed even more surly than usual.
She was carefully guarded lest she
might do some harm.
Just as the service was about to
close the sun broke through the
clouds and streamed into the chapel,
touching the picture of Christ and
the erring woman with almost a di
vine effulgence. The effect was ver\
beautiful and impressive. From row
to row the women gazed at the pic
ture, and subdued murmurs were
whispered from one to the other
She who was the wickedest of them
all had gathered herself together
and sat crouched like a wild beast,
staring straight at the Christ, her
rough head sunk between her shoul
ders and her knees up to her chin.
When the service was over the sun
still lingered upon the picture The
bell sounded and the prisoners arose
to file out of the chapel, but the vio
lent woman did not stir. The atten
dant thought she meant new mis
chief and came up behind her and
taking her by the arm said:
"Get up and go out!"
She received no response. Fearing
the woman might make-a disturbance,
the officers waited until the other
prisoners had left the chapel, expect
ing a hand-to-hand tussle with the
insubordinate. Approacning her
again, the officer asked quietly:
"Why didn't you go out3
The Escape of Prisoners.
Abundant evidence is daily fortn
coming that prisons are not by any
means to be relied on for the safe
keeping of those whose liberty has
been temporarily restricted by the
pronouncement of the law. Given a
certain amount of patience, ingenu
ity, alertness and nerve, and the
chances of a criminal's eventual
escape from enforced confinement be
come in many cases quite appreci
able. Should, however, the latest
improvement in prison construction
be adopted, this possibility would be
reduced to a minimum. It is pro
posed to build cells of iron or steel
intercommunicating pipes in which
water would be maintained under
pressure. The theory of the inven
tor is that an attempt to break out
of a dungeon thu3 constructed would
result in damage to the tell-tal&
tubes, the smallest puncture in which
would cause a leak, of which quick
notice would be transmitted to the
warders by the reduction of pressure,
and the consequent sounding of an
alarm. The idea is ingenious, and
whether or not it should prove to be
practicable, it may form the nucleus
a feasible plan of increasing the
saiety of prisons.
A Narrow Escape for the Townsman.
"Silas," said Mrs. Begosh, "they's
a hull lot o' mushrooms out in the
field--or maybe they's toadstools."
"Well, they ain't no good to us
zlong's we don't know the difference.
The only way fur us to tell is to get
somebody to eat 'em.
"Will they keep?"
"Not very long."
"Well, ye might as well throw 'em
away. They won't be no summer
boarders here for a month yit."
Uniforms for hoteliers.
Suits of a uniform color and pattern
for soldiers in the British army date
from 1674, when the foot guards wero
clad in gray. The introduction of a
returned regular un form for sailors dates from
get up now!"
To her amazement, the woman,
who never had shown them the least
sign of tender emotion, turned upon
her a softened face and moistened
eyes As she arose she said:
"Yes, I will go. I only want to
see that," pointing to the picture,
"I don't want to see anything but
They led her weeping to her soli
tary cell, says Youth's Companion.
A few days later she quietly asked to
be let out with the other prisoners,
promising not to make any disturb
ance. From that time she was a
changed soul. There is no gentler
woman in the prison to-day. Sermons
and prayers and songs and kind
words were not able to do what the
vision of Christ in His pitying love
had done for this sin-burdened, peni
'blue jacket" became