Iron County register. [volume], December 27, 1894, Image 6

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UNTRIED, nnkaoira and fair.
With deep, mysterious eyes and
starwreathed hats,
Untouched by any breath of a In
or shame,
TJndimmed by care the brow's white flame.
The New Year meets as, face to face.
Laden with gifts of grace:
The wealthy hoars, with unknown blessings
fraught.
Fair space for earnest toll and fruitful
thought.
For kindly word anJ generous deed.
For binding up the hearts that bleed.
For conquering self and sin.
For waxing strong within.
Alast all pale and cold.
Mid drifting snows, withered and shrunk and
old.
We see the Old Year's sad, accusing ghost.
Laden with treasures we have lost:
The wasted hours, the deeds unwrought.
The Idle word and thought.
The waiting good wherein we weakly failed.
Sharp tests of life, where strength or courage
Quailed;
The gracious toll we might have shared.
The lost for whom we might have eared
Sweet Heaven, how can we brook
The Old Year's ghostly lookf
Ah, let us gaze no more
dn loss and failure that have gone before:
The future still hath space for truer life.
For generous deeds and noble strife:
The soul that cannot rise with wings
May climb to higher things.
And Thou. Almighty One In whom we trust.
Who still rememberest we are but dust.
Whose mercies all our sins outlast.
Lift from our hearts the heavy past.
That we may go with cheer
To meet the glad New Year. .
Samantha W. Shoup. In N. Y. Independent
FR0MTHENSEA'
ST WAS only by accident that
the Sun people knew Itrierlyy
coma write a " bang-up sto
ry." And if they hadn't
found it out he wouldn't have had any
New Year's present, and this story
would never have been written.
lie had always been on the night
desk, which is of the same family of
furniture as an entertainment bureau.
That is, he sat all night at a table
with nine other men reading and edit
ing local and telegraphic copy for the
morning Sun.
It was the Sun's policy to hire some
one from outside the office when they
wanted a new man on the desk. And
he came quietly in one afternoon as it
was getting dark, and in a few words
told the managing editor he was out
of a job and could do desk work. He
never said a word about salary, so
the managing editor hired him.
He went to work that night, and it
was a long time before anyone knew
anything about him except that he
lived on the hilL
He never came till just as the clock
was striking seven, and it never
stopped wheezing and puffing over the
exertion before he walked in. He al
ways said "Good evening, sir," to the
night editor. The night editor always
said "Good evening, Brierly," to him.
Sometimes the lavish politeness
would spread to the other desk men,
and they would wish him a good even
ing; but more than half the time they
didn't take the trouble.
And then Brierly would sit right
down to the grind and turn off more
work and do it better than any other
two men put together. The men could
never fathom him.
lie never went out to the 11:30 lunch
they indulged in, and when he repeat
edly deel ined to go down to Catder's and
have a beer they threw up the case in
despair and refused longer to take any
interest in him as a healthy human
newspaper man.
When the city edition was sent down
at 8:30, and Rich, the night editor,
said: "Good night, gentlemen." Brier
ly. trot up, echoed Rich's sentiments,
and vanished.
He never got any maiL In short, he
was a mystery.
It was spring when Brierly cams,
and it was October before Dearborn
stumbled on his story. When the ten
o'clock mail came that night, Walter,
the office boy who looked it over, ut
tered an exclamation of surprise and
tossed an envelope across the desk to
Brierly.
He took it, cut it open, looked at the
signature, turned white, stuffed the
letter into his pocket, and went on
editing his copy.
Every eye in the room was on him,
but he did not look up. just shut his
lips together tight and went on.
All but one man had sense enough
io keep quiet. But he was a fellow
who had a fatal faculty of thinking
his own sayings funny, when they
were only flat and intensely irritating.
He sang out:
"Well, Brierly, got a letter from her
at last, have you? Why didn't she
write before? Come, let's hear it! Why
don't you tell us?"
Brierly changed color several times
and stood the chaff as long as he
could. Then he rose suddenly, threw
down his blue pencil and roared out to
the witty man: "Shut up your ugly
mouth."
With that he flung out of the room.
The witty man was so surprised
he gasped ' and iha rest of the men
laughed at his discomfiture when
they recovered from their own aston
ishment. In five minutes Brierly came back
nd sat down without a word. No
body said anything to him. and at
half-past eleven the editors went out
for their lunch. On the stairs they
met John Dearborn, who blessed them
all for "pretty cheap editors."
They'wentdown discussing Brlerly's
letter. Dearboru went up and sat
ilown at hi desk In the large room.
spa)
where there were many other desks.
Opening from it were several smaller
rooms with a few desks In each.
The office was deserted. The night
city editor had gone home, and the all
night "on call" man had gone down to
Catder's.
Dearborn, grumbling away to him
self, dipped his pen into the ink and
poised it in the air while he thought of
a short, striking sentence with which
to begin his story of a night along the
wharves. Just then he heard a sound
like a muffled sob. He listened, and
thought it was the wind.
Having at last succeeded in fishing
from the recesses of his brain a short,
striking sentence, he penned it quick
ly before it could escape him, and for
five minutes his facile pen slid smooth
ly over the paper.
Then he needed another idea; again
the pen was poised in the air. Again
he heard the muffled sob. This time
he launched a string of unusually pic
ture sque oaths and started to investi
gate. Yes, there could be no mistaking
that Bound. Some one was sobbing
strongly and trying to control himself.
Now, under all his rough, gruff exteri
or old John Dearborn had as warm and
kind a heart as ever beat. Guided by the
sound he softly opened the door of one
of the small rooms and stood there
looking in and thinking what a dra
matic scene it was.
There sat Brierly in the middle of
the room, his arms stretched out on
the desk before him, his head buried,
and his hand holding the letter, ne
was crying like a baby.
Dearborn stepped in and laid his
hand firmly on Brierly's shoulder.
Brierly tnrned a startled, defiant face
up to Dearborn's and growled out:
"What do ydu want?"
"What's broken you up, old man?"
said Dearborn.
"Nothing." said Brierly, catching his
breath.
"You're a liar," said Dearborn, "and
you have got to tell me what the mat
ter is. Perhaps I can do something for
you."
With that he stepped to the door,
snapped the key, and put it in his
pocket.
Then Brierly began to sob again.
Dearborn hummed a tune, whistled a
bit. swore under his breath and wait
ed for Brierly to grow calmer. Final
ly he looked up and said with an ef
fort: "I have got a letter from a brother
that's given me the blues. Come up
the hill with me when we get good
night and I will tell you."
When the men came in at midnight
from lunch Brierly was sitting at his
place as usual and looking over a pa
per as if nothing out of the ordinary
had happened. They glanced inquir
ingly at him, but they didn't dare to
ask for an explanation.
At 3:30 he said good night, hunted
up Dearborn, who was waiting for j
IT WAS THE BODY OF A
him. said "Come," and they started up
the hill.
When the whole story was told long
afterward Dearborn said that during
that walk to Brierly's room neither
spoke a single word to the other.
When the gas flared up in Brierly's
room. Dearborn saw a small cozy
apartment with a desk in the center
and the walls completely lined with
books. A cot stood in a little alcove.
Brierly poked up the fire, handed
Dearborn a pipe, lighted another him
self, and reached into his pocket.
All this time he had not said a word
and Dearborn, with the ready tact
born of a long newspaper experience,
said nothing. Finally Brierly handed
him the letter and said: 'read it"
This is what Dearborn read:
-Ben What's the use? It's three years since
you refused to have anythlns moro to do with
me. and I can't seem to catch on anywhere.
No matter where I've been since I saw you. I
am going to do really something decisive in my
life now; I am going to end it.
Good-by. Johs."
Dearborn read it through twice,
looked at the postmark, blurred by
rain beyond all recognition, looked at
Brierly, and said:
"Well, old man, who's John?"
"My brother." said Brierly.
And then he began to tell his story,
and he never stopped until he had told
it all, and even then he did not say a
great deal. It was the shortest, sad
dest history Dearborn had ever listened
to. Here it is:
"My father was a rich rran once.
This is all that is left of his fine libra
ry. He died poor long ago and my
mother did not outlive him long.
"John and I were the only children.
John was a little chap when they
died. I was twenty-one and I went to
work. I had been through Harvard,
and I scrimped and pinched and saved
every cent to send him through, but
he did not care anything about such
things. He was a careless, wild sort
of fellow, and crazy to go into the
newspaper business.
"I said no, because I knew that he
would go to the devil in it. He started
in at college and did not make the
sophomore class. He spent all the
money I could rake and scrape.
"When he was dropped from his
class I upbraided him severely, and in
his careless, insincere fashion he told
me that he wanted to go to work.
"I told him that he should go
through and that he should not go to
work, surely not in a newspaper office.
"He told me he never would go
through college.
"Then I pleaded with him not to dis
grace the family name, and he prom
ised to try again. But he did disgrace
it not long after. He got into a ter
rible scrape and was expelled.
"I couldn't stand that, and when he
came to me with his story I cursed
him. I told him I was done with him
forever, and in my bitter wrath I
meant it.
"He was frightened at first. Then
the Brierly will came to his aid, and
he replied as bitterly that he didn't
need my help. With that he left my
room.
"From then until now I have never
seen him nor heard from him. God
knows I loved him better than my life,
and how deeply I have regretted send
ing him away. I never could track
him, and now he's dead. That's all,
Dearborn."
Dearborn went across the room, laid
his old hand on Brierly's shaggy head,
and said: "My poor boy. I understand
you now."
Then he left him and went home.
It was only about a week after that
a rumor of an anarchist meeting came
in very late one night. Rich looked
around for a reporter, but it was so
late that they had all gone home.
The "on call" man was out on a
murder, and, with a curious desire to
see what Brierly could do, he sent him
to the meeting. The story he wrote
was long the talk of the town.
After that they took him off the
desk and put him on the staff as a
special writer. When there was a big
piece of work to be done demanding
descriptive writing, it was always
Brierly who was sent.
The day before New Year's a terri
ble storm broke. It strewed wrecks
along the coast, and many a vessel
pounded her life out on the rocks that
lined the shore for miles like a bar
rier between the land and sea.
"See here, Brierly," said the man
aging editor that night, "the weather
bureau people say this is going to be
the worst storm we have had for years.
The wind is on shore, and it'll make
nasty work for the life-savers. Got
any dinner invitations to-morrow?"
Brierly only shook his head drearily.
"Well." continued the managing ed
itor; then he stopped and hesitated
while Brierly regarded him steadily.
"O, hang it, Brierly," said the man
aging editor, "I'm sorry I have got to
send you dewn the coast, and I'm sorrj-
MAX LASHED TO A SPAR.
you haven't a place to go hqme and
have a good time in. We want a bang
up story on a New Year's day with the
life-savers. We want it for Sunday,
and just lay yourself out on it."
Then he threw his arm over Brier
ly's shoulder and said, kindly:
"See here, Brierly, what can I do
for you?"
"Nothing, sir." said Brierly. "I
shall 'start at once."
It was early morning when he
reached the little seaport, and he
started off for the station, on the bit
of a beach that was set among the
rocks like a single jewel in an iron
crown.
The battle with the wind and snow
that wild New Year's morning called
out all his powers of resistance, and
when he reached the station and told
the man in charge his errand, he was
almost jolly!
He was armed with a permit from
ihe chief of the ssrvice, and the brave,
honest fellows soon made him at
home. He had a long chat with the
man in charge, went out in oilskins
and patrolled the beach awhile, then
went back to the warm, comfortable
station and examined all the appara
tus, t aking a few notes.
The storm increased in fury steadily
and the wind came off the sea in great
gusts that seemed strong enough to
shake the little station down.
It grew dark early, and when the
afternoon patrol came in at five o'clock
night bad settled down.
It must have been about ten o'clock
when the steady pound of the break
ers on the sand was broken by a dif
ferent sound. It was the boom of a
gun over the water.
They 6hook Brierfy out of his doze,
and just then the door burst open and
the beach patrol thrust his head in
and shouted:
"Run out tbe gun and the lines.
Something's on the Halfway rock and
shootin' rocket."
Here was Brierly's chance. Hastily
tnrowmg on uis oilsktna lie started
out with the men.
. The snow had stopped falling. It
was a bit lighter, and they could see
the silver line of surf stretching either
way on the beach. Its roar was so
lond they had to shout in each other's
ears to be heard.
With unceasing regularity the boom
of the gun rode in to the men. At less
regular intervals a fiery snake wrig
gled out of the blackness and died in
mid air.
It was a tough struggle to the wa
ter s edge, but at last they planted the
gun and made ready to drop a line over
the vessel. Several times they were
unsuccessful, and pulled the line back
again, but finally succeeded.
By this time the gun had ceased its
boom lug and the fiery snakes wriggled
no lo.iger. Brierly had walked along
the beach so he might look out at
a different angle, and was standing
straining his eyes for a sight of the
vessel.
He was just starting back when a
huge comber came bounding in, bear
ing a black object on its crest, .brierly
saw it and waited-.
On it came, curling, seething, flash
ing and foaming. With a last mad
leap the breaker struck the shore, wet
ting Brierly to his waist, and laying
at his very feet its burden.
It was the lodyof a man lathed to a spar.
All signs of ljfe were beaten out of
the body.
Brierly cut the lashings, shouldered
the body and fought his way to the
station. It was deserted. By the light
of the lamps he saw the man was
young and that he was breathing.
Brierly's first thought was identifi
cation. Slipping his hand into the
man's breast pocket he took out a lit
tle leather photograph case and
opened it, and saw his own face.
For a moment he was puzzled. Then
he gave the man's face a long look and
jumped to his feet with: "John, back
from the dead!"
Outside the wind whistled under the
eaves and shrieked like ten thousand
demons. Then it would sob and moan
and slip off like a pack of frightened
wolves. Those few moments seemed
hours to Brierly, and he worked as he
never worked before.
Time and again he stooped over and
kissed the cold, wet lips, calling on
the silent form to speak to him. And
outside the wind went howling by.
Then John opened his eyes and
smiled, and Brierly danced yes, actu
ally danced with joy.
The story is very nearly told. Next
morning Dearborn got a telegram,
which said:
'My brother is hero: come. Brierly."
And when lie name John told them
how at the very moment he was going
to end his miserable life he had been
persu;i;led to ship as a common sailor
on board the .Mermaid. She had got
ten off her course in the storm, and
here he was.
It was c week before he was able to
go up to town. But when he did go
lie went to work on the Sun and is
making a success there under the
watchful eye of his brother.
And the witty man says that: "Brierly
has gotten to be quite a decent sort of
a fellow now." George L. Sullivan, in
Boston Globe.
IN AMSTERDAM.
An Artist's Amusing Letter of His Ex
periences in the Dutch City.
Jules Ouerin, the artist, writ ing to
a friend from Laren, Gooiland states:
"I started out with color box and can
vas to paint the town. On the first
bridge I was stopped by a policeman.
He talked gibberish at me for a time
and as near as 1 could discover he
wanted me to climb off the earth, but
I talked back at him and I think puz
zled him a little. He let me remain
on the bridge. Afterwards I went on
one of the old canal boats and made
some sketches looking towards a
bridge and an old tower called the
Tower of Tears.' This, I think, will
make one of the best pictures that I
have ever attempted."
Mr. Guerin has had various experi
ences while on the other side of the
pond this time. While walking
through one of the slums in Amster
dam he came near getting robbed, and
had it not been for his color box he
claims he certainly would have, and
probably worse might have happened
to hift. He writes: "I was walking
in the Jewish quarter. I passed along
unmolested for a way, when I came up
to a group of men near some sort of a
passage. One said something to an
other villainous-looking chap, who
stopped me. He said something I
con Id not understand. At any rate he
was ready to put his hand in my
pocket while the other was holding
me from the back. I pointed towards
my color box and made an effort,
throwing them off, still pointing to
the box why I don't know. They
stood back astonished, and so was I,
but I quickly moved out of that neigh
borhood. It puzzled me what made
them let me go, and the only con
clusion I could arrive at was that the
color box in my hand gave away my
profession; they said to themselves:
'He is a painter; if we rob him we are
in debt.' " Chicago Tribune.
The Year's Kxnt Gift.
The fire was bright. The night was drear.
We sat and praised tho parting year.
One guest gave thanks for added wealth.
And one for quick return to health.
The aged father told, with joy.
The coming of his absent boy.
"A gladsome year!" tho brother cried.
And smiled upon his rosy bride.
"Ah. yes!" tht sister said, and pressed
Her infant closer to her breast.
"It was a glorious year, in truth,
I gained my -sheepskin'!" cried the youth.
The patient mother gently sighed.
And breathed the name of one who died;
Then softly said: "To her was given
Tho yeat's best gift, for she has Heaven.'
iirs. McVean-Adams, in S. S. Times.
His Needs.
"Aaron's boy would do tiptop if he
had a strin long enough," said one
neighbor to another.
"I don't know what use a business
man can put a strig to," said neigh
bor number two.
"Well, if he could tie up all the loose
ends t.ivit io leaves d3Zg!i5-, "tie him
self down to his work, tie his pocket
book together and then tie his tongue
so it wouldn't wag so busy, he'd be as
useful a man as we have got in town.
But I doubt if it can be done. It would
take considerable string." Youth's
Companion.
"No," said Mrs. Fisher, "I don't call
myself a lady, but simply a plain
woman." "Well," said Mrs. Candor,
"you're plain enough; that's a fact."
N. Y. Press.
PRESIDENT-ELECT M'BRIDE
Of the American Federation of Labor
Will fake His Time About Qualifying,
and AVill Not Hold Two Offices The
FresUaence of the United Mlneworkrrs.
CoLrMBUS, O., Dec 20. President
elect McBride, of the American Feder
ation of Labor, stated to the .United
Press that while he was entitled to his
seat immediately after his election, he
has concluded not to qualify until
after the outfit has been moved from
New York to Indianapolis, which he
thinks will be some time in January
next.
While he has not said as much, his
close friends think he will preside at
the meeting of the executive board of
the United Mineworkers which oon-
Tenes in this city early in January
help them outline some special work
for the annual convention, which will
be held here in February, and then
tender his resignation as president, of
tnat organization.
He has been urged to hold both po
sitions, but as the United Minework
ers are under the jurisdiction of the
American Federation, he does not think
it would be right for him to do so, as
he would probably, at some time, be
called upon to pass upon his own deci
sions.
While Vice-President Penna, of In
diana, is McBride's choice for Presi
dent of the United Mineworkers.'it is
known that President Adams, of Ohio,
wants the pi ace, and will make a hard
fight for it. It will be charged, how
ever, that he is too radical, just as it
was charged that McBride was too con
servative. Mr. Penna, it is claimed, is
a compromise between the two.
A FOUL MURDER.
An Unarmed Man Shot and Killed The
Murderer Threatened with Lynching.
Cripple Creek, Col., Dec. 20. Rich
ard R. Newell, chief engineer of the
Midland lermmal railroad, was shot
and instantly killed at 4:40 p. m. yes
terday by a man named Van Hough
ten. The trouble grew out of a right-of-way
matter which Mr. Newell was
investigating. Van Houghten had a
cabin located upon the line of survey
where the railroad is being extended.
Van Houghton used a Winchester rifle
and Jsewell was unarmed.
There was considerable excitement
and much talk about lynching the mur
derer, but the sheriff succeeded in get
ting Van Houghton away, and he is
now on the way to the county jail at
Colorado Springs.
van Houghton has had trouble over
this right-of-way matter before, and
quarreltnl with another party over it.
At that time he made the threat that
he would shoot the next man who
came to talk to him about it. He is also
said to have been connected with the
labor troubles at this camp during last
spring.
Ne well's body has been taken to Col
orado Spring, accompanied by his un
cle, Mr. II. P. Lillibridge, president of
the Midland terminal.
The murdered man was a son-in-law
of Dr. Harris, a millionaire of Cleve
land.
A SOCIALISTIC PETITION
Being Prepared by the Unemployed of
the Pullman Strike.
Chicago, Dec. 20. The men who
have not been able to obtain employ
ment at Pullman or elsewhere since
they joined the Pullman Palace Car
Co. strike, numbering 300, have drawn
up a socialistic petition, which will be
presented to the city council, county
commissioners and legislature, with
the double object of el:citing an ex
pression of opinion or legal definition
of the constitutional "right to live"
and to bring some measure of relief by
calling attent ion to their deplorable
condition.
The proposition is made to pledge the
labor of the petitioners to the city
in return for the city opening to them
unoccupied land in Chicago on which
the necessaries of life could be pro
duced.. The petitions, which are now
being largely signed, will be pre
sented on behalf of all the poor of the
county.
HIGH AND LOW.
Proposed Campaign Against Gambling
Houses and Unlicensed ltars.
Chicago, Dec. 20. The law and other
officers of the corporation are engaged
in preparing plans for a campaign
against the fashionable clubs of the city
where the law against gambling is vi
olated and where a bar is maintained
for the use of members and guest?
without a license being taken out.
The disreputable houses were liquor
is sold without a license will also be
attended to. The power of the city
authorities to take such action has
never been tested, but able lawyers
are of the opinion that the clubs are
amenable to the law governing surly
cases.
FIVE MEN INJURED
By Falling Scaffolding Fell from a Build
ing and Fatally Injured.
.Taxesvii.le. Wis.. Dec. 20. A hpav
scaffolding at the new high school
building fell yesterday morning and
:jured nve men, two of them prob
ably fatally.
Two of the victims were gotten out
with great difficulty, the heavy posts
rinioninr them down like a vise. The
injured men were all married. ;
John F. board fell off a building in
ie second ward last eveninsr and was
injured internally. He will probably
die.
THREE MEN INJURED
By the Explosion of a Boiler in a Pari
(111.) Planing: Mill.
Terke Haute, Ind., Dec. 20. By the
explosion of a boiler in Peabody's
planing mill at Faris, 111., yesterday
moNiing, three men were seriously in
jured and the building badly wrecked.
One of the men, a Vandalia brakeman,
wasa standing by the side of his
train when struck by the debris. His
legs were broken. A piece of the
boiler weighing 200 pounds dropped
through the roof a colored man's home
00 feet away, but injured no one.
MISSING STEAMERS
GiTen Up for Lost Other Vessels Reported
Missing.
Sax Francisco, Dec. 20. The coal
laden steamers Montserrat and Kewee
naw have about been given up for lost
and the combined, crews of fifty may
be numbered among the drowned.
General anxiety is now being felt for
the bark Columbia, fourteen days from
Port Blakely for this port; the bark
Germania, sixteen days out of Seattle
for this port; the ship B. F. Brown,
fifteen days out from Nanaimo, and
the bwk Sea King- from Nanaims.
IN THE NICHE OF FAME.
Reception trf Congress of Statues of Gen.
Johu Stark and Daniel Webster, tbe Gift
to the Nation of tbe Stat of New Hamp
shire Speeches .In finlogyof tbe Distln.
gulahed Be prevent ti ree of Peace and
War.
Washington, Dec 21. The senate
devoted the entire time of its sitting
yesterday to the addresses in connec
tion with the acceptance and placing
in Statuary hall of the capitol of the
marble statues of Gen. John Stark and
Daniel Webster, presented by the state
of New Hampshire. There were four
speeches made in eulogy of Stark and
ten in eulosrv of Webster. The one
that attracted the most attention was
that of Senator Hoar (rep., Mass.) in
relation to Webster, whose speeches, he
said, were the literature of American
nationality. They were to the Ameri
can what the psalms of David were to
the Hebrew, what the songs ec Burns
were to the Scotchman. Up to the 7th
of March, '1850, when he made his
speech in the senate in support of the
fugitive slave law, he was the oracle of
New England. But on that day he put
himself in opposition to the conscience
of the north. The voice of law, as he
interpreted it, and the voice of God,
speaking to the individual soul, then
for the first time in the nation s his
tory, seemed to be in conflict. "Noth
ing," said Mr. Hoar, "could have
resisted the dominion of Daniel Web
ster over New England, until he pro
voked an encounter with the inexor
able conscience of the Puritan." Mr.
iioars concluding sentence was
warmly applauded. It was: "He is
the one foremost figure in our history
between the day when Washington
died and the day when Lincoln took
the oath of office."
Mr. Morgan (dem., Ala.) followed
Mr. Hoar and took an opposite view of
Mr. Webster s defense of the fugitive
slave law, regarding it as the most
conspicuous evidence of his moral
courage, obeying the constitution of
the United States rather than the
clamor and sentiment of New England.
Senator Gallinger (rep, N. H.) in pre
senting the statues of Gen. Slack,
said it was not an easy task to
adequately and correctly portray
the qualities and characteris
tics of this distinguished man. He
was in many respects sui generis
among the brave and patriotic men of
his day and generation. Plain in
appearance, awkward in manner,
untrained in the arts of social
lives, uneducated and brusque,
he nevertheless achieved undying
fame, and the luster of his name would
never grow dim so long as men loved
honesty, admired bravery and recog
nized the grandeur of patriotic devo
tion to duty and to country. Indeed,
the name of John Stark stood promi
nent, if not pre-eminent, among the
greatest generals who fought under
Washington. It is said that when he was
told that the British eannon which he
captured at Bennington were among
the trophies surrendered by Hull at
Detroit he manifested great emotion.
and mourned for "my guns," as he was
in the habit of calling them. They
had become a part of his existence,
and it seemed to him in his
old age like robbery to take
away these monuments of his
well-earned military reputation'
In concl usion, Mr. Gallinger said
"Sir, the fame of John Stark is a herit
age, not alone to the state of his birth,
but to all the people of this great na
tion, and it is safe to assume that
among the great heroes of the revolu
tion and the incorruptible patriots of
all ages, his name will forever live, to
be recalled by the lovers of liberty
with gratitude and praise.
Pursuant to an order adopted last
week, the house turned aside yester
day from the consideration of matters
relating to'the material concerns of
the country, and devoted a few hours
to paying tribute to the courage and
patriotism which, devoted to the in
terests of the country in war and
peace, have made this nation the fore
most on the face of the earth. The oc
casion for this was the presentation to
the United States, for exhibition in
the National Statuary hall at the cap-
itol, by the state of New Hampshire,
of statues of Gen. John Stark, the hero
of Bennington, and of Daniel Web
ster, the famous lawyer, orator and
statesman.
Speeches were made, by Representa
tives Baker and Blair (N. II.), Powers
and Grout (Vt.), Everett and Morse
(Mass.) apd Curtis (N. Y.). The cere
monies closed with the adoption of
resolutions of thanks of congress to
the state of New Hampshire for the
Rift. '
SOME OF CHICAGO'S FINEST
Indicted by the Grand Jury for Intimi
dating Legal Voters.
Chicago. Dec. 21. Eicrht indictments
were voted Wednesday by the grand
iurv as-ainst men alleered to be sruiltv
of election frauds November 6 in the
Thirtieth precinct of the Thirty
fourth ward. Three of the indi
viduals are policemen. This action
the first fruit of the work of tne
civic federation. Those said to be on
the list are: P. E. Blackwell, police
man; John Flynn; Frederick Holzer,
policeman; Dennis Mahoney, demo
cratic challenger; C. A. Storms, police
man; Wm. Sweeney, bartender; Wm.
Rumslage, ex-contractor, and James
Ryan.
The nersons acninst whom indict
ments were voted are charged with in
timidating and otherwise interfering
with legal voters.
THE GOLD RESERVE.
Nearly Ten Millions Below the Mark
United States Notes.
Washington-, Dec. 21. The treasury
gold reserve had declined to 90,600,000
up to noon. Since the first issue of
United States notes S31o,105,00O have
been redeemed in gold up to date, and
since the issue of treasury notes began
$70,500,000 of these have been re
deemed in gold, iotes of the same
denomination have, of course, been re
issued as fast as redeemed in gold in
accordance with law to the extent of
the $285,674,000 thu3 redeemed.
Earthquake Shocks Cause Wreck and Ruin
at Oravicza, Hungary.
Bcda-Pest, Dec. 21. The town oi
Oravicza, about 50 miles southeast of
Temesvar, was visited by a violent
shock of earthquake at an early hour
Wednesday evening, which wrecked a
large number of houses. Roofs fell,
walls tumbled down and in many
cases the buildings and whole streets
were reduced to debris. The inhabit
ants fled to the open country. At mid
night another shock was felt, but it
was less violent than the first one. A
number of persons were injured, hut as
yet no fatalities are reported.
Gripf Rlieoniatisin
a, a member of the finxr
, the -well-known brooders
., makes this statement:
ad the grip, which settled ia
any limbs. My right
aide was paralyzed. I
was obliged to walk
with a cane. I was
In constant pain, and
when I moved in bed
I had to be assisted'
My hands and feet
.-welled with rheuma
usm ana my finger
would cramp.
t cent
bottles of HoorSar-
Mr. IP m. Jf MnaoM saparilla. ftook it
three times a day and nave improved ever
since, and now I am well and never felt
better in my life of W years. I took no
other medicine but Hood's Sarsaperflla.'
William Mitnson, Clinton, Mo.
Hood'sCtores
Hood's Pills re the best after-dinner
Puis, assist digestion, cure headache. 85c
Tmportant In Bread Making-.
The temperature at which bread is
both raised and baked is of the great
est importance in producing the per
fect loaf. Dr. Woods, of the Con
necticut experiment station, places the
proper raising temperature at from 80
degrees to 85 degrees Fahrenheit, and
the baking temperature at from 40v
degrees to 500 degrees. In a late paper
on bread-making he cautions the
housewife against cooling the loaves
of bread too rapidly after taking them
from the oven. "Much of the souring
of bread," he adds., "is doubtless due to
lack of care during cooling. Owing to
the high-water contents, and the large
amounts of nitroganous substances and
sugar which bread contains, it is, es
pecially while warm, a good soil for
the development of various kinds of
molds and bacteria. A loaf of bread
hot from the oven, taken into a poorly
ventilated room crowded with people,
will become sour in the course of two
or three hours." N. Y. Tost.
KNOWLEDGE
Brings comfort and improvement and
tends to personal enjoyment when
rightly used. The many, who live bet
ter than others and enjoy life more, with
less expenditure, by more promptly
adapting the world's best products to
the needs of physical being, will attest
the value to health of the pure liquid
laxative principles embraced in the
remedy, Syrup of Figs.
Its excellence is due tc rts presenting.
in the form most acceptable and pleas
ant to the taste, the reireaning and truly
beneficial properties of a perfect lax
ative ; effectually cleansing the syptem,
dispelling colds, headaches and fevere.
and permanently curing constipation.
It has given satisfaction to millions and
met with the approval of the medics!
profession, because it acts on the Kid
neys, Liver and Bowels without weak
ening them and it is perfectly free froiu
every objectionable substance.
Syrup of Figs is for sale by all drng
gists in 50c and $1 bottles, but it is man
ufactured by the California Fig Syrup
Co. only, whose name is printed on every
package, also the name, Syrup of Figs
and being well informed, you will not
accept any substitute if oflered.
WALTER BAKER & GO.
The Largest Manufacturers of
PURE, HIGH CRADE
COCOAS AND CHOCOLATES
On thU Coattnmt, ksr received.
HIGHEST AWARDS
y from th frttt
Industrial and Fcoif
EXPOSITIONS
In Europe and Amenca,
Unlike th Dutch PnweM.M A TV fe
ll or other C'htmirmla or l,rs ant
tifftd fn unr of thir prrnrvtirti
TMtr dcuetout UKfcAKr AS1" iih oa is abaoiutcqp
pan ad soluM, ana coa Urn tham mm ent m ay
SOLD BY GROCERS EVERYWHERE.
WALTER BAKER & CO. DORCHESTER, HASS.
FnpntJDARH trvFrrtvinimv AunrD
Gemfral Blacking UMrniiAiirn
Has An annual Sale of aooo tons.
WE ALSO MANUFACTURE THS
Tni irw I ID fDfYTS UIITM A ft riTVi
MAKES NO DUST, IN 5&I0 CENT TIN BOXES.
IHEUNLY rERFECT PASTE.
worse arc strops: cakton,massl
Raphael, Aogelo, Kuban. It.
Tbe "LINENS" are the Beat and Most Kconc
leal Collars and Cuffs worn: titer are made of Ba
cloth, both aides finished alike, and. peine rcrersv
ble. one collar Is eqaal to two of any other klm!.
They JU well, wrar wU and look well. A box of Tt
Collars or Five Pairs of CaSs for Twentj-IlT,
Cents.
A Sample Collar and Pair of Cuffs by mall for Six
Cents. Name style and slxa. Address
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