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k mmwm at me opuon 01 ue puoiisner,
Tes, lie was a seaman true,
With his coat of British blue,
And his buttons bright as gold ;
And he worshipped at the shrine
Of a great-great-aunt of mine,
As became a sailor bold.
And he pleaded not In rain,
For she gave him love again ;
And thought that through her life,
Her strength and stay should be
This hero of the sea,
Who wooed her for his wife.
But he bis grave is deep;
The Baltic billows sweep
And surge above his breast";
And she when gray sod old,
In quiet English mould
They laid her to her rest.
O yea, a simple Ulo 4
For you who love of frail " '
And faulty vows to sing;
And it happened long ago,
But hearts were hearts, you trow,
"When George the Third was king.
The years of 1857-8 were the palmy
days of the horse thief, says a writer
in the Commercial Bulletin. In 1858
a general movement was made against
the fraternity all over the country,
breaking up and scattering organiza
tions, and the beginning of the war
finished the business. Except in the
far West, the horse thief now acts in
dependently and alone, and it is rare
one gets safely off with his prize.
During the two years I have named
my father had a farm in Central Indi
anaJ I was fifteen years old, and my
health was so poor that I could do no
work. Between 1853 and 1857 we
lost six horses by thieves, not one of
which was recovered.
One day a sheriff who was on the
trail of a thief visited our place and
gave me some pointers, and he was no
sooner gone than I began to plan and
scheme. We had at that time seven
good horses, and among them was a
pan of grays which had taken a State
fair premium. The sheriff said we
would have to stable them in a bed
room in the house to keep - them, and
the impending peril set my wits to
Work. "We had good barns and the
best of locks, and we also had a couple
of watch-dogs, but our horses had
been stolen just the same.
On the third day after the sheriff's
visit a couple of strangers drove up in
buggy. One of them came in and
introduced himself as the agent of the
and asked the privilege of inspecting
the rods, which had been put on the
horse barn the year before. He said
they were his company's rods, but they
did not seem to be properly fixed.
This was one day in May, and the
span of grays were in the stable. The
strangers seemed honest and straight,
but the sheriff had warned me to look
out for all comers, and I therefore had
my eyes open. He not only looked at
the rods, but he inspected the stables
and examined the doors and . looks.
Several things occurred to satisfy me
that he had come to spy out the situ
ation, and after the pair had driven
away I began preparations for a vis
itor. There was what might be called a
vestibule to the stables. As you opened
the door there was a space of about
nine by twelve feet before you reached
the first stall. I got a piece of green
hickory six feet long, and shaved it
down to the size of an axe-handle.
One end was pushed into a hole bored
in a girt of the stable, and by means
of a piece of clothesline I drew the
other end back until the wood would
stand no more. In front of this bow
or sweep I rigged a cord running
across the vestibule. It ran up to the
partition, and then down to the end of
the sweep, where I rigged a catch.
When the trap was set the cord was
about four feet inside the door and
across the way to the stalls. The cord
ran across knee high, and a moderate
pressure against it pulled down the
catch and let the bow spring back.
This bow was arranged at a height of
five feet from the floor, and after a
few experiments I was satisfied that it
would work all right. From the end
of the bow, as it was bent back, ran a
string over the henhouse to my cham
ber window, two hundred feet away
. I there fastened it to a bell, and a ring
of the bell would mean that the bow
Had been sprung, ine hired man
slept near by, and both of us had fire
Four nights passed without an alarm.
On the fifth night it " was dark and
rainy, and I felt so sure that somebody
would come that I did not undress
Neither did the hired man. We sat
reading, when at a quarter to twelve
the bell suddenly rang. We seized our
guns, ran down and woke father, and
lighted the lantern, and in four or live
minutes the three of us were at the
barn. The stable door was wide open,
and on the ground outside lay the body
of a man. He had picked the lock and
entered, and had struck the cord and
Borumr the sweep. It had caught his
..throat, and he was as dead as a her
ring. He was a man of about thirty,
.well dressed, and had sixty dollars in
bis wallet. From letters found on him,
there was no doubt that he was one of
MM tresis oz an orcanizeu ranx. sso
one could identify the dead man, and,
after an inquest, he was buried in the
corner of the village graveyard. "
The papers had a good deal to say
about the adventure, aud of course
gave away my invention. I must,
therefore, have recourse to something
else. ' I sent off to St. Louis for a bear
trap, and. as soon as it arrived we
planted it in front of the stable door.
It was a monster trap, intended to
hold anything which got its foot be
tween the jaws, and we had to use
levers to bear down the springs. Not
one of our neighbors, nor one of the
day workers on the farm, knew of the
arrival of this trap, but all knew that
the hickory spring had been done
away with in the stable.- W pre
tended to believe that the one lesson
would keep the fellows' away for
months to come.
One day a man who had come along
and hired to us to dig a ditch to drain a
pond, made an excuse to visit the horse
barn. I was asleep at the time ; but
the hired man reported that his actions
were suspicious. He probably wanted
to see if any further pitfalls had been
prepared, and he was doubtless grat
ified when he found his way to the
gray horses clear of danger.
One of the jaws of the trap when
set was toward the house. I fastened
the bell string to this, and whenever the
jaws sprang the bell would sound an
alarm as before. The ditch-digger
slept in a room on the other side of the
house, and we did not set the trap un
til he was in bed. On the third day
after his inspection of the stables he
announced that he must go to the vil
lage in the evening to make some pur
chases. We set the trap at nine o'clock, and
at 10.30 the bell rang. We were wait
ing for it, and were out in two -or
three minutes. The bear-trap had its
victim, and the victim was our ditch
digger. He was caught bv the right
leg, and such was the pain that he was
almost crazy. He had unlocked one
of the big padlocks on the door, and
had a bunch of about fifty keys with
with him. The sudden surprise and
the pain broke . him down, and even
before we got him out of the trap he
confessed that he came to work for
us with the sole idea of stealing the
gray horses. He was sent to prison
for three years.
October had now come, and the long
nights were the glory of the horse
thief. There was an underground
stable to the horse barn, and the doors
of this were never locked, as we were
not afraid of our cows beinsr taken.
The only doors to the barn proper
were a pair of big doors and the stable
door. The big doors were so well
fastened on the inside that no one
could open them. All attempts had
been made at the small door. I now
figured that the next comer would
enter the stable below and ascend to
the horses above through one of the
hay boxes running down for the cows.
There was one empty stall, and this
happened to contain the largest aper
ture above. .
Once up stairs, the thief could lead
the horses from the stable to the main
floor, and then out of the big doors.
One ascending by the hay-box would
pass under a beam out on the main
floor. . To this beam I fastened two
poles eight feet long in an upright po
sition, aud six feet apart. I then
sawed off a two-inch plank to the
right length, bored a hole in either end
and with the help of the hired man
and a rope and pulley, hoisted it up,
and slipped it over the poles. We ar
ranged it to have a fall of "seven feet,
and increased its weight by fastening
a block of 6tone at either end. When
drawn up by the weight and pulley we
ran the rope through a ring in the
floor, attached a wire, and ran this
wire to a catch. A pressure of a pound
on the wire released the catch and let
the plank down with a smash.
We were undisturbed for about four
nveeks after the sentence of the bear-
trap victim. Then a 6tranger, who
said he was a drover from Cincinnati,
called one day to look at some of our
stock. We were stall-feeding three or
four steers, and the drover was shown
to the underground stable. I was
watching all his movements, and I saw
that he gave the empty stall and the
big hay-box particular attention He
had heard of our adventures, and when
I said that we feared no danger except
by the small door he had a twinkle in
his eyes.
On that night everything was in
readiness; but it was five nights be
fore the victim appeared. I had a
string running from the plank to the
bell in my chamber, but this alarm was
not needed. The weather had been
threatening all day, and at dark a driz
zle set in. About eight o'clock in the
evening something disturbed the hens,
and the hired man went out to investi
gate the trouble. He heard somebody
calling from the barn, and we went
out to discover that he had a
prisoner under the plank. It was not
the drover who called to see the fat
steers, but a tough-looking fellow
about twenty-five years of age who had
got the pointer. He had come early so
as to get a long start before daybreak,
and under the idea that no trap would
be set until our bedtime.
The heavy weight had come down
across his back, and he . had been so
badly hurt that he could hardly move.
When we removed him we sent for a
doctor, and he was told that he could
not live till morning. He asked us to
send for a sheriff, and made a startling
confession. He gave away the names
and residences of a score of agents,
told the officer where to find fifteen or
twenty stolen horses, and made a com
plete exposure of the whole business.
Our horses, had he got them, were to
have been sent to New York or Bos
ton. He died about five o'clock next
Rochester Capitalists .Whom This
Year's Poor Apple Crop Will Enrich.
Among the happiest persons in west
ern New York this fall are three or
four Rochester capitalists. Last year
the apple crop of western and central
New York was enormous, and apple
growing is the chief pursuit of a large
proportion of the farmers of Wayne,
Wyoming, Monroe, Orleans, Cattarau
gus, and Chautauqua counties. The
crop was so large last year that farm
ers could not secure barrels enough to
pack it in. When they had flooded the
home and foreign markets with their
products at a low .price they were glad
to dispose of thousands and thousands
of bushels to the numerous fruit evapo
rating companies of western New
York for ten cents a bushel. . This
great stock of choice fruit set not less
than 400 of these establishments going.
There , were 150 in Wayne county
alone. This season the apple crop is
not only practically a failure as to
quantity, but the quality is very poor.
The demand for apples has been large,
and the farmers have been able to sell
their stock, inferior as it is in general,
for 50 cents a bushel. The conse
quence has been that the evaporating
companies have been unable to obtain
fruit for their purposes, and not more
than fifty" out of the hundreds that
were in operation last year will be able
to keep going. It is estimated that
where twenty tons of apples were
evaporated last year not more than one
will be this season. . .
The immense quantity of apples that
were dried last season caused an over
stocked market, and it occurred to the
Rochester capitalists referred to that it
might be a profitable speculation to
buy up all the stock of the evaporat
ing companies and hold them for fu
ture use. They succeeded in doing
this effectually, their purchases of dried
apples amounting to tens of thousands
of tons, for which they paid $100,000,
a very low figure. They placed this
immense stock of dried apples in cold
storage and awaited developments.
The dried apple market is now, about
exhausted, and there will be compara
tively nothing from this year's supply
of the New York evaporating compan
ies to draw from. The consequence
is that the Rochester dried apple syndi
cate will be able to have a great deal to
say about what the price of dried
apples shall be this season, and expect
to clear a good deal more than , double
the amount of their investment.
Its Mother Was in the Baggage Car.
It was on a Pennsylvania Railroad
train, coming north from Washington.
All the passengers but two in the sleep
er had dozed off. Tlie exceptions
were a young man and a baby. The
former was willing to follow the ex
ample of the majority, but the latter
objected in a loud voice. Its cries
awoke the other passengers, and some
pretty strong language was heard. The
young man got out of his berth and
carried the baby up and down the car,
trying to soothe it. But the baby was
ailing and fretful, and its voice would
not be stilled. Finally a gray-headed
man, who was evidently an old travel
ler, stuck his head out from behind the
curtains and called to the young man
in a rather sharp voice :
"See here, sir, why don't you take
that child to its mother. Sh? will be
able to manage it much better than
you. It evidently wants its mother."
"Yes, that's it," echoed half a dozen
other irritated passengers.
The young man continued to pace
up and down for a moment, then said
in a quiet, strained voice :
"Its mother is in the baggage car."
There was an instantaneous hush for
a moment. Presently the gray-headed
man stuck his head out into' the aisle
"Let me take it for awhile," he 6aid,
6oftly, "perhaps I can quiet it."
He Had One.
"Did you ever have a painter in
your employ who was a hustler?" was
asked of the head of a house painting
firm the other day.
"I had one once who hustled for a
few minutes that I know of," was the
reply after deep thought.
"What was the cause?"
"He was painting a cornice on a
house on Winder street when he struck
a nest of 400 hornets. I was looking
at him. He hustled. He did more
hustling in five minutes than all the
rest of my gang combined."
"But after the five minutes?"
"Oh, he fell back into the old way,'
of course."
The Neighborhood Eise and Betire by
His Bugle.
A New Yorker who was picking his
way carefully in the pelting rain last
Monday night through the crowded
tenement district at Red Hook Point,
near the Atlantic Docks, in South
Brooklyn, heard the shrill music of a
bugle ring out suddenly at exactly 9
o'clock by the watch. The music
echoed sharply for blocks around, 'and
brought the New Yorker to a stand
still at the junction of Sullivan and
Conover streets. Right off are the big
wharves by the river side. Right in
front of him were two big rows of
tenements that shelter, so the neighbors
say, nearly 400 tenants. In every
window a light twinkled brightly,
making the building stand out con
spicuous against the black background
of the stormy sky. A dozen of the
big cluster of lights went out together
a few minutes after the bugle sounded,
and then one after another the others
went out abruptly until the whole row
of buildings was left in darkness.
The lights in other buildings around
about went out simil?rly, leaving the
New Yorker standing awhile mystified.
He walked into a liquor store at the
comer and sought enlightenment.
"What's the matter with all the
lights?" he asked.
"Nothin'," was the reply; "Larry's
sounded 'taps,' that's all."
"Who's Larry?"
The bartender's eyes opened wide
with astonishment, and he stared at the
stranger full half a minute before be
found his voice again. "Well, I'll be
blowedl" he blurted out. "Don't
know 'Larry', heigh? Your education
has been neglected. You'd better go
up the street right off aud make his ac
quaintance. 'Larry's' a character, he
Three doors up the block at 137 Con
over street stood a three-story brick
building, with an eating saloon on the
ground floor. Plants in pots bloomed
in the windows on either side the open
door. From the sidewalk the New
Yorker saw three dogs and two green
parrots playing at a table, at which sat
a slim, wiry built man, with light
curly hair and moustache, who was
busy polishing a cavalry bugle. He
looked about forty years old. His
wife was bustling about the kitchen,
cooking steaks at the stove for some
stevedores who had come in to get a
late meal.
"Am I Larry?" the man said in t.
hearty way in answer to a question.
"Yes, I'm Larry, and I'm the fellow
that blew the bugle call and put out
the lights. Have to do it every night.
If I didn't all the women in the neigh
borhood would come in here and give
me a good licking. They have done it
before this, too."
The curly-haired man was Lawrence
Grob, a veteran of the rebellion. He
is 45 years old, and almost every day
for the last nine years he has blown
his brass bugle every night at 9 o'clock
sharply, rain or shine, and again every
morning at exactly 6 o'clock. He
has long borne the nickname of "the
town clock of Red Hook Point." The
working people who swarm in the ten
ements around the eating saloon get up
to breakfast to the morning music, and
tumble into bed at night at taps with
the regularity of soldiers in camp.
Larry Grob is a son of the late Dr.
Martin Grob, who used to preach for
years in Essex street, in this city, and
the bugle that has been called his
"clock" is one that he carried when he
served on the frontier under "Buffalo
Bill" Cody in the First United States
Cavalry. He has still another bugle,
that is bigger, and decked all out with
red silk tassels, that he got when he
enlisted in the Sixth Corps, under
Gen. Sedgwick, on April 21, 1861.
He left the service after fifteen years,
but kept up the practice of sounding
"reveille" and "taps" when he opened
an eating saloon. Ever since he moved
to Conover street, nearly ten years
ago, the tenement dwellers have been
able to dispense with timepieces at
their homes, and have trusted to the
music of the bugle to keep them posted
on the time for retiring and rising.
In clear weather Larry sounds the
call from the roof top of the house,
and the bugler at Governor's Island
sends back an answering call. The
echo of the answer can be faintly heard
on calm nights by the tenement
A fortnight ago Bugler Grob was
taken sick and was unable to blow the
usual reveille. When he got out again
the wife of one of the workingmen in
the Sullivan street row boxed Ids eai's
in the grocery store.
"She here," she cried impetuously,
"you didn't blow that bugle the other
day, aud my man overslept himself
and lost a day's work by bein' two
hours late at the steamer."
Bugler Grob is not the only one in
the eating house that can blow a bugle
musically. A tall, flaxen-haired maid
en, with big, blue eyes aud perfectly
sound lungs in her trim body, gives the
reveille and taps just as sonorously as
he. She is Emile Grob, the 16-year-old
daughter of the army bugler, and
a pet of the Grand Army men. For
several years, when her father's Grand
Army post marched to Farragut's grave
on Decoration Day, Emile decked in a
handsome sailor suit and carrying a
bugle was dragged in triumph in a
military wagon at the head of the pro
cession, and blew the impressive notes
of "taps" over the famous Admiral's
Every day at noon for years she
made the air ring with a bugle call that
summoned the workers on the docks
to their midday meal at Grob's inn.
Nowadays, however, Emile has given
dp bugle playing and has her thoughts
on more romantic things.
"I want to get married, mamma,"
she 6aid, and tossed the brass instru
ment aside for good. So Larry now
blows the call for dinner himself, and
Emile is working to lay up something
for that happy day she is dreaming of.
Larry has an American flag 36 feet
long that covers the entire front of his
house when it is hung from the roof.
That flag, he says, will float proudly
from the flagstaff on the roof when
Emile wins a husband.
Origin of an Idea That Has Bothered
Many Hundreds of Good People.
Now and then some one announces
himself as the victim of the one-million
postage stamp hoax. It is firmly be
lieved that if 1,000,000 stamps are col
lected and forwarded to some one, a
bed will be provided for an invalid
boy in some hospital, or a home for
an orphan. Christian churches have
been the special victims, and there is
hardly one in England, the United
States, Australia, India, or in any
other country, that has not had several
members begging, borrowing and even
stealing postage stamps in order to
make up the million that will go to
clothe and feed some orphan.
This swindle originated in the fertile
brain of a postage-Btamp collector at
Stettin, Germany. He desired to get
vast collections to sort out and sell
again, and hit upon a plan to set the
whole civilized world to go to work
for him free of charge. He preyed on
the sympathies of people by announcing
"that an orphan would be cared for in
the Syrian Orphan Home" for every
1,000,000 stamps sent to him. This
worked we.ll ; and the next dodge was
the starting of a mythical v mission in
China, the Holy Sisters of which
agreed, for every million of stamps
sent them, to save from the jaws of
the crocodiles of the Yellow River at
least one Chinese baby, and then edu
cate and christianize it.
The stamps were to be sent, not to
Jerusalem or China, but to Munich or
Stettin. The last claim on the sympa
thy of the world that has been made
by this German is that for 1,000,000
stamps a home for an old lady or an
old gentleman will be provided in one
of three homes one in London,another
in' New York, and the third in Cincin
nati. For 500,000 stamps a bed will
be endowed in a hospital, and for
100,000 a home will be found for an
orphan for one year. There are agen
cies in various cities to forward
stamps to Stettin. It is estimated
that this swindler has collected over
100,000,000 stamps in the United
States alone, and that these were
worth from $500,000 to three times
that amount.
Oriental Justice.
Dr. Henry M. Scudder relates a
case of Oriental justice that could hard
ly be outdone for sharp and subtle
discriminations. Four men, partners
in business, bought some cotton bales.
That the rats might not destroy the
cotton, they purchased a cat. They
agreed that each of the four should
own a particular leg of the cat ; and
each adorned with beads and other
ornaments the leg thus apportioned to
him. The cat, by an accident, injured
one of its legs. The owner of that
member wound about it a rag soaked
in oil. The cat, going too near the
fire, set the rag on fire, and, being in
great pain, rushed in among the cotton
bales where she was accustomed to
hunt rats. The cotton thereby took
fire and was burned. , It was a total
loss. The three other partners brought
an action to recover the value of the
cotton against the fourth partner who
owned the particular leg of the cat.
The judge examined the case and de
cided thus: "The leg that had the oil
rag on it was hurt ; the cat could not
use that leg in fact, it held up that
leg and ran with the other three legs.
The three unhurt legs therefore car
ried the fire to the cotton, and are
alone culpable. The injured leg is
not to be blamed. The three partners
who owned the three legs with which
the cat ran to the cotton will pay the
whole value of the bales to the partner
who was the proprietor of the injured
An Opportunity to be Useful.
"Awl Miss Eastman, I don't catch
the idea. Er what are you trying to
"I am trying to paint a calf in the
foreground here. But a model is
necessary, I fear. Would you mind
posing ?"-Time.
And the Men to Whom Credit is Due Are
Doomed to Suffer.
When Charles Goodyear, the great
New Haven inventor, was plunged
into what for most men would have
been despair but what was not such
for him, in view of his abiding Chris
tian faith by the attacks of the bene
ficiaries made rich with his patents,
who begrudged him even the small
royalty which would soon die out with
his patent, he wrote as follows:
"Inventors are the children of mis
fortune and want. Probably no class
of the community receive a smaller
compensation for their labors than do
inventors. Their hard fortune often
calls forth the expression of pity and
compassion from the public, while, at
the same time, there are too many ever
ready to encroach upon their inven
tions without their knowledge or con
sent. However valuable or important
an improvement may be, it seldom
happens that the right owners are
benefited by it."
This "encroachment" upon the in
ventions of others, as Goodyear milcjly
put it, took a virulent form in his case.
Two years before the expiration of
his patent, he sought its renewal. His
inventions had enriched capitalists who
had put novel goods upon the market
and had been enabled to develop an
industry, which, at the time James
Parton wrote his life of Goodyear had
reached the annual proportions of
$8,000,000. Upon his inventions
Goodyear was getting only a mall
royalty. As soon as his application
for a renewal of his patent was made,
the wealthy cormorants who had been
amassing fortunes from his brains
began bitter assaults upon him for the
virtual purpose of stealing, by so
called lawful methods of procedure,
the life-work of the inventor. The
air was filled with tales of the
enormous revenue Goodyear had re
ceived in the way of royalty. When
his impecunious condition was pointed
out, it was charged against him that
it was his own fault, because of his
"reckless and extravagant habits."
Vituperation' and insults were1 heaped
on the man in order to "break him."
James T. Brady showed up the nature
of these assaults and their mendacious
character before Congress. It was
not the fault of his assailants that they
did not get away with all the fruits of
Goodyear's inventions. When he died
his estate was $200,000 in debt.
There are those who do not hesitate
to say that the famous George Stephen
son "appropriated" "the ideas of
Richard Trevethick for his "traveling
engine" Stephenson's first term for
the locomotive the "Blucher."
Trevethick was a captain in a Cornish
tin mine, a brilliant man of whom
Samuel Smiles in his "Life of George
Stephenson" says: "With half the
cleverness and double the application,
he might have successfully worked
out the problem of the railway loco
motive and kept ahead of all competi
tors." He got out his patent for a
"steam carriage" a four-wheeled
coach run by steam boiler and furnace
box attached to the rear axle March
25, 1802. The bellows to quicken
combustion were worked off the rear
axle crank. This was the first high
pressure engine constructed on the
principle of moving the piston by the
elasticity of steam against the pres
sure only of the atmosphere, the great
novel feature of the invention being
that the piston not only was raised,
but also depressed.
The point j:o be borne in mind is
that of Trevethick in this engine car
ried the steam blast into the chimney.
This engine was the famous "Black
Billy," which was seen by a clergy
man one evening who ran rapidly
away, exclaiming that he had seen "a
terrible deevil on the High Bridge
road." The value of the steam blast
in the chimney, which Trevethick used
only incidentally to "get rid of a nuis
ance," was not "properly understood,"
as Smiles puts it, "until Stephenson il
lustrated its importance, being, in
fact, the very lifeblood of the locomo
tive engine."
This statement of Smiles has an im
portant bearing on the present sub
ject, for it has been charged that
Stephenson studied Trevethick's engine
on the sly and "appropriated" the idea
of carrying the steam blasts into the
"chimney," or smokestack.
It seems a matter of wonder in those
days when Keeley keeps his motor in
the innermost sanctum of secrecy and
"Professor" Freund throws the air of
intense mystery around his electric
sugar swindle both having gained a
strong point over investors under the
pretense that secrecy is necessary in
order to prevent the stealing of their
ideas by others that Stephenson
should have had every opportunity to
inspect the Trevethick engine at leis
ure. Yet such was the case.
Blacklett of Wylam, a place near Kill
ingworth, where Stephenson was at
work, made an improved Trevethick
engine, using smooth wheels instead
of those with protuberances, deemed
necessary by Trevethick for friction,
thus "paving the way for Stephenson,"
as Smiles puts it. Stephenson used to
walk over to Wylam nearly every day
to inspect the Trevethick engine, and
there it was, after seeing it, that Ste
phenson exclaimed that he "could
make a better engine than that." His
"Blucher," onfirst trial at Killing
worth July 25, 1814, proved of doubt
ful value because of the even balance
presented by it between economy of
horse and steam power. Then he took
up Trevethick's use of the steam blast
in the smokestack, and, as Smiles says,
"thus doubled the power of his en
gine." He had solved the problem.
Trevethick allowed 'his patent to
expire, and Stephenson "appropriated"
the glory and sequence.
The struggle between Bessemer and
Kelley as to priority of invention of
the patent steel-making process asso
ciated with the name of the former is
well known. Before Bessemer's time
a patent had been taken out for the
use of spiegeleisen in steel manufac
ture, but the patentee did not have the
necessary 50 to pay for the renewal
of his patent, and this left the field
clear for Bessemer. And although
Kelly was successful in his litigation
on the ground that Bessemei did not
have sole rights, he is never mentioned
in connection with this process of. man
ufacture so beneficial to transportation
The contests between Jackson and
Morton, with mutual recriminations
on the part of themselves or their re
spective adherents, as to priority of
the discovery of the use of anaesthetics
in surgery, is still fresh in the public
mind. Yet Rev. B. K. Pierce, in
his "Trials of an Inventor" (Goodyear)
gives the credit to Dr. Wells of Hart
ford, who applied the discovery to
dentistry, and the claims of Wells
appear to rest on "independent dis
Wonderful Homes Some Birds Build
for Themselves.
Among the curiosities of nature
there are none better worthy of study
than the nests of birds. The skill dis
played by these little architects is sim
ply wonderful, and one is lost in
wonder at the knowledge, patience and
perseverance of these ... feathered
builders. Especially is this the case of
pensile birds, that suspend their
habitations on branches, sometimes
even hanging them over the water.
The weaver bird, which embraces
several varieties, is one of the most
ingenious of the pensile birds. It
generally hangs its nest on a twig over
the water, and so low down that if a
monkey attempts to steal the eggs,
which it is apt to do, the twig bends
with its weight, and a cold bath is the
consequence. The mahali weaver bird
of South Africa is a very small bird
with an ambition to live in a very
large house, and industry enough to
build it itself. The shape of the nest
is similar to an oil flask, but, of course,
greatly magnified in dimensions, and
very rough on the outside.
The sociable weaver birds unite
their efforts and make a kind of a
thatched roof, under which, or rather
in which they build their nests. Some
times this structure is ten feet square
Each nest is shut out from every
other, although all are under the
same roof, and while the whole com
munity join in building the roof, each
pair builds its own nest. The com
mencement is interwoven with the
branches of the trees, the whole struc
ture being very neat and compact.
The palm swift of Jamaca, so called
from its rpid flight, builds a curi
ous nest which hangs to a 6pathe of
the cocoanut palm. The exterior is
of cotton and the interior of feathers,
the walls being very strong and com
pact. Sometimes it builds several nests
and glues them together, leaving ah
opening between them like a gallery.
The lanceolate honey-eater builds a
nest in the shape of a hammock, and
suspends it by the ends to a small twig.
It is made of grass and wool mixed
with the down of certain flowers. This
nest is very deep and comfortable and
may probably have suggested to man
the hammock.
The tailor bird, which is a native of
India, is quite expert in sewing. It
makes a long nest of leaves, which it
sews together with the fibre of a plant,
first piercing holes in them with its
beak. In the hollow formed it depos
its a quantity of cotton, thus preparing
a soft, warm nest for its young.
Fooled the Grocer.
A schoolboy in England hit upon a
novel method of obtaining the answer
to an arithmetical problem. He
dropped into a grocer's 6hop on his
way to school, and said he wanted
certain commodities at certain prices.
After exhausting his list, he said:
"Now, if I give you half a sovereign,
what change shall I get back?." The
grocer told him, whereupon he thanked
the shopman and turned to go. "Wait
for the things," called the grocer; and
his disgust can be imagined when the
ingenious urchin told him he was too
late for school, and, as he hadn't
learned his arithmetic lesson, he had
adopted that method of getting the
sum worked for him.
She sits before the harpsichord,
Her fingers straying o'er the keys,
Sure pleasant food her thoughts afford,
Perchance bcr heart is over seas.
"Oh, come from the dreamland's misty hat,
Aud give a word, a smile to me P
I pray in spirit as I gaze
Upon my cousin Dorothy.
Sir Joshua and all his ilk
Had gladly paluted such a face, .
And dainty figure, robed in silk
Ablaze with jewels, soft with lace;
Would that time's wheel were backward
A century or so, and we
The lesson of to-day unlearned
Our (treat grandparents, Dorothy I
A measure we to tread would choosey
Like squire and dame in ancient tak
I, in my zg and buckled shoes,
And you in ruff and farthingale :
And would I, as I touched your hand,
Look down into your eyes to see,
A light I only could command,
. And know you were my Dorothy?
Alack, that hour can never be I
It only dreams in fancy's day,
For even while she smiles ou me,
I know her mind is far away. '
Eat as I watch her there apart,
In dreams, alas ! not ''fancy free,"
I know that I have- lost my heart
To my sweet cousin Dorothy.
May Lennox.
Tip your hat to a lady and you give
her straight tip on the quality of your
manners. New Orleans Picayune.
Man doesn't know all. The unassum
ing porcupine can give the smartest ,
man on earth many points. Terre
Haute Express. . ""i. -1
Joues "Why do you borrow trouble
so?" Bones "Well to tell the truth
that's the only thing I can get credit
for." Boston Post.
Being asked the name of the world's
greatest composer, a smart university ,
young man said: "Chloroform." .
Philadelphia Record.
To marry and settle down is no
longer au fait; it's more the fashion -.
to marry that you may settle up! Shoe
and Leather Reporter.
There's one peculiar thing about a
horse race. You can pick the winners
right along until you conclude to put
up your money. Washington Capital.
Squeers "I want a name for my
horse. What can you suggest?"
Nickleby "Call him Money."
"Why?" "Goes fast." New York
Professor of journalism "Mr.
Smith, how would you answer an un
answerable argument in an opposition
paper?" Student "Call it a 'yawp.' "
Cornel Sun.
Tight collars are said to be (he cause
of near-sightedness. It is well to re
member, however, that tight callers
are frequently able to see double.
Boston Transcript.
All our plans don't get worked out
the way we expect they will In this
world, and it is mighty lucky for us,
too, that a good many of them don't.
Somerville Journal.
First tramp "Down with whiskey
is what I say. Don't you say so, pard
uer?" Second tramp 'Tve alius set
my face agin it whenever I had the
chance." Terra Haute Express.
"The Prince of Wales is s very
brave man. He is said to be afraid of
but one thing."
"What's that?"
"That he'll die before his mother."
"Franky, I hear you have been just
as bad as you could be, to-Uay. Ma
ma is so sorry I"
"Well, you needn't be, Mama. I
could have been a great deal worse."
"I would shed my last drop of blood,
for the nation!" cried the candidate
for honors. f
"You bet you would for the noml
nation," was the sarcastic reply.
Gotham School Teacher What is the
largest city in Pennsylvania?
Class Pennsylvania.
School Teacher Correct. For what
is Philadelphia noted?
Little Girl (promptly) Spring chick-
ens an' butter.
"Are you an electrician, sir?
"I am."
"How strong a current would be re
quired to destroy human lifer
"I said I was an electrician, sir; not
a hobby-rider. How large is a house?"
Uncle Si Low (watching pile-driv
ers at work on a West Street found.
tion) Waal, I swowl Tve heerd
about your buryin' the wires, but this
do beat all.
Idler. What's this got to do with it?
Uncle Si. Why, when you git them
telegraph poles druv into the ground.
how do the men git down to string the
New Yorker (to visiting Chicagoan)
No, sir; I don't believe there're a
dozen active Anarchists in the city.
We're pretty safe from dynamite, any
Chicagoan (as a terrific explosion is
heard) Hello! what's that?
New Yorker (serenely) Oh. that
may be a sewer blowing up in Broad
way ; or cellar blasting in Fifth Ave
nue ; or an explosion in a steam-heating
sub-way. One or the other hap- .
pens every few days ; but there are
seldom more than two or three per
sons killed. I tell you this if a safe
town to live in. , .

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