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C. E. Trecott , Publishers. DUPÜYEK, - MONTANA Uur o .tcoast, fortifications are some what defective, but In the event of a war with England she would not be al lowed to get within shooting distance of them. The Cubans are evidently determined to win recognition from the United States by a desperate effort, or lose everything in the attempt; and the chances are that they will not fall. One report from Zeitoun is that the 10,000 inhabitants fled to the moutains to escape the Turkish army, preferring death from cold and starvation to the fiendish cruelties of their Mosirto rulers. It Is said that England has invest ments in the United States amounting to 13,193,500,000. The amount might be doubled profitably if England will drop forever any further bulllying tricks In the New World. Immigration this year will slightly exceed 230,000, against 167,663 in 1894 and 352,944 in 1893. The figures are a fair test of business recovery, and indi cate that there will be a continued gain in 1896. The statistics of the savings banks show very plainly that there is an abundance of surplus capital in this country, the most of which can be ob tained for the uses of the government, If desired, by offering bonds for sale in small denominations. The first woman lawyer of New Jer sey has scored her first victory, having obtained a decision in chancery to the effect that it would not be necessary for her to remove her hat while argu ing a case. Having been so successful can she not secure another to the effect that it is necessary for women to re move their hats in theaters? Modern banking facilities were illus trated In the recent transaction in the Bank of England, by which China paid to Japan an Indemnity of $24,500,000 In gold. The coin would have loaded thirty-five wagons with a ton each, but the handling of one piece of paper suf ficed to transfer the money from China's account to the credit of Japan, the whole proceeding occupying but :i few minutes. The nomadic tastes of the American people are shown in a recent article by Prof. Wilcox, of Cornell university, to be declining. In 1860 one-fourth of the people of the United States were living outside the states in f.h'.oh they were born, while in 1890 the proportion was reduced to one-fifth. It is not a start ling decrease, but sufficiently marked to show a tendency and a wholesome one. History records that once, in an Asiatic war, Portugal captured the tooth of a sacred monkey from Siam, and refused to return it until a ransom of $3,500,000 was paid. Some of the governments of Europe have been in so many transactions of this kind un der the sacred shadow of what they call international law that they think that elastic code Justifies everything from petit larceny to a massacre. Much is expected of the new repeat ing rifles with which armies are now equipped, but the United States regu lars are entirely dissatisfied with the Krag-Jorgensen rifle, the weapon chosen by the war department. It is Inaccurate In aim, gets hot in the bar rel, and is much slower than the Sprlnglield rifle, which fires sixteen shots to its ten. The official blunder ing that led to its selection is discredit able. It is almost incredible, but the au thorities have it that. In 1870 there were but seven women stenographers in the United States. In twenty years the number had grown to 21,185, and it Is by no means impossible that it may have doubled since then. At any rale the Increase In the two decades is a startling illustration of the enormous change that has taken place in the business relations of women within a comparatively short time. The constltulion of Utah contains several new features. For instance, it provides that juries shall consist of eight men instead of twelve, and that in civil cases three-fourths of 'lie num ber may render a verdict. Another provision Is to the effect that the state shall never go into debt exceeding $200,000, except in case of insurrection; and another guarantees to every citi sen the right to obtain employment wherever possible, and makes any in terference with this right a crime. It Is generally known, of course, that suf frage Is given to women on equal terms with men. Attention having been called to pub lications stating the department of justice had no confidence in its big suit against the estate of the late Leland Stanford, Attorney General Harmon says that he has examined carefully the questions Involved, and, in the light of adverse decisions, he expected to es tablish the claim against the Stanford eefate by securing a favorable decision from the supreme court of the United States. If the government won the •ult, be added, It would be used as a precedent to establish the rights of the government against Mr. Huntington and other associates of Mr. Stanford in the Central Pacific railroad enter priae. MRS. BÜNKERSCHAPEHON Befsj stood at the open door of a house attached to a wharf situated in that dreary district which bears the high-sounding name of "St. Kathar ine's." The sound of advancing footsteps stopped at the gate, a small glass door let In it flew open, and Betsy Bunker's open countenance took a pinkish hue as a small man in jersey and blue coat, with a hard, round hat exceeding high In the crown stepped inside. "Good evening, Mrs. Bunker," said he, coming slowly up to her. "Good evening, captain," said the lady, who was Mrs. only by virtue of her age and presence. "Fresh breeze," said the man In the round, high hat. "If this lasts we'll be In Ipswich in no time." Mrs. Bunker assented. "Now. why don't you say the word and come? There's a cabin like a new yin ready for you to sit In; for clean 1 "Welcome Edmnnd «he Sir Lyons.*' ness, 1 mean, and every accomodation you could require. We shan't sail afore 9." "It don't look right," said the lady, who was sorely tempted. "But the missus says I may go if I like, so I'll Just get my box ready. I'll be down on the Jetty at 9." "Ay. ay," said the skipper, smiling; "me and Bill 'n just have a snooze till then. So long." "So long," said Betsy. The neighboring clocks were just striking 9 In a sort of yelping chorus to the heavy boom of Big Ben, which came floating down the river, as Mrs. Bunker and the night watchman stag gering under a load of luggage slowly made their way on to the jetty. The barge, for such was the craft in ques tion, was almost level with the planks. "Bill," said the watchman, address ing the mate, "bear a hand with this box and be careful; It's got the wed ding clothe« inside." The watchman was so particularly pleased with this little joke that in place of giving the box to bill he put It down and sat on It, shaking con vulsively with his hand over his mouth, while the blushing Betsy and the discomfited captain strove in vain to appear unconcerned. The skipper, with a threatening look at his mate, gave his hand to Mrs Bunker and helped her aboard. "Welcome on the Sir Edmund Ly ons, Mrs. Bunker," said he. "Bill kick that dawg back." "Stop," said Mrs. Bunker hastily, " that's my chapperong." ''Your what?" said the skipper. "It's a dawg. Mrs. Bunker, an' I won't have no dawgs aboard my craft." "BUI," said Mrs. Bunker, "fetch my box up again." "Leastwise," the captain hastened to to add. "unless It's any friend of yours, Mrs. Bunker." "It's chaperoning me," said Betsy; "It wouldn't be proper for a lady to go v'y'ge with two men without some body to look after her." "That's right, Sam," said the watch man sententlously. "You ought to know that at your age." "Why, we're looking after her," said the simple-minded captain. "Me and Bill." "Take care Bill don't cut you out," said the watchman, in a hoarse whis per. distinctly audible to all. "He's younger nor what you are, Sam. Be sides which, he's a finer man alto gether." "Cast off." said the skipper, impa tiently. "Cast off. Stand by there, Bill." "Ay, ay!" said Bill, seizing a boat hook, and the lines fell into the water with a splash, as the barge was pushed out Into the tide. "We'll feel the breeze directly," said rapt. Codd. "Then you'll see what she can do." As he spoke the barge began to slip through the water as a light breeze took her huge sail and carried her into the stream. At a pleasant pace, with wind and tide, the Sir Edmund Lyons proceeded on its way. A comfortable supper was spread on the deck, and Mrs. Bun ker began to think regretfully of the pleasure she had missed in taking up barge-sailing so late in life. Presently the air got sensibly cooler, and to Mrs. Bunker it seemed 'that the water was not only getting darker, but also lumpy, and she asked two or three times whether there was any danger. The skipper laughed gayly, and, diving down into the cabin, fetched up a shawl, which he placed carefully round his fair companion's shoulders. His right hand grasped the tiller, his left stole softly and carefully round her waist. "How enjoyable," said Mrs. Bunker, referring to the evening. "Glad you like it." said the skipper. "Oh, how pleasant to go sailing down the river of life like this, everything quiet and peaceful, just driftin"—' "Ahoy!" yelled the mate suddenly from the bows. "Who's steering? Starbud your helium." The skipper started guiltily, and put his helm to starboard as another barge came up suddenly from the op posite direction and almost grazed them. It was some little time before they could settle down again after tills, but ultimately they got back In tlieir old position, and the Infatuated Codd was just about to wax sentimental again, when he felt something behind him. He turned with a start as a portly re triever inserted his head under his left arm and slowly, hut vigorously, forced himself between them. Then he sat on his haunches and panted, while the disconcerted Codd strove to realize the humor of the position. "I think I shall go to bed now," said Mrs. Bunker, after the position had lasted long enough to be unendurable. "If anything nappens, a collision or anything, don't be afraid to let me know." The skipper promised, and, shaking hands, bade his passenger good-night. She descended somewhat clumsily. It is true, Into the little cabin, and the skipper. sitting by the heim, which he lazily maneuvered as required, fell into a lover's reverie. So he sat aud smoked until he began to realize that the breeze had almost dropped. "We must bring up. Bill," said the skipper. "Ay, ay." said Bill, sleepily raising himself from the hatchway. "Over she goes." With no more ceremony he dropped the anchor; the sail, with two strong men hauling on to it, creaked and rustled its way close to the mast, and the Sir Edmund Lyons was ready for sleep. "I can do with a nap," said Bill. "I am dog-tired." "So am 1," said the other. "It'll be a tight fit down for'ard, but we could not ask a lady to sleep there." Bill gave a non-committal grunt, and, while the captain, after the man ner of his kind, took a last look round before retiring, placed his hands on the hatch and lowered himself down. The next moment he came up with a wild yell, aud, sitting on the deck, rolled up his trousers and fondled his leg. "What's the matter?" inquired the skipper. "That blessed dog's down there, that's all," said the injured Bill. "He's mistook it for his kennel, and I don't wonder. I thought he'd been wonder ful quiet." "We must talk him over," said the skipper, advancing to the hatchway. "Poor dog! Poor old chap! Come along, then! Come along!" He pat ted his leg and whistled and the dog, which wanted to get to sleep again, growled like a small thunder storm. "Come on, old fellow," said the skip per, enticingly. "Come along, come on, then." The dog came at last; but the skip per, instead of staying to pat him, raced Bill up the ropes, while the brute, in execrable haste, paced up and down the deck daring them to come down. He evidently came to the con clusion at last that they were settled for the night, and returned to the fore castle and turned In again, after a warning bark or two. Both men. after waiting a few minutes, cautiously re gained the deck. "You call him up again," said Bill, seizing a boat-hook. "Not much," said the other, "t won't have no blood spilt aboard my ship." "Who's going to spill blood?" asked the Jesuitical Bill, "but if he likes to run hlsself on to the boat-hook—" "Put it down," said the skipper, sternly, and Bill obeyed sullenly. "We'll have to snooze on deck," said Codd. "And mind we don't snore," said the sarcastic Bill, " 'cos the dog mightn't like It." Without noticing this remark the captain stretched himself on the hatch es; Bill, after a few more grumbles, followed his example, and both men were soon asleep. Day was breaking when they awoke and stretched their stiffened limbs, for the air was fresh, with a suspicion of moisture in it. "Up with the anchor!" said the skip per. seizing a handspike and thrusting It into the windlass. As the rusty chain came In an om inous growling came from below; Bill snatched out his handspike and raised it aloft. The skipper gazed medita tively at the shore, and the dog, as It came bounding up, gazed meditatively (•V Daring Them to Come Down. at the handspike. Then It yawned, an easy, unconcerned yawn, and com menced to pace the deck; and, coming to the conclusion that the men were onlj engaged in necessary work, re garded their efforts with a lenient (•ye. and barked encouragingly as they hoisted the sail. It. was a beautiful morning. The miniature river waves broke t against the bluui bows of the barge and pass ed by lier sides rippling musically. Over the flat Essex marshes a white mist was slowly dispersing before the rays of the sun. A little later smoke issued from the tiny cowl over the foc'sle and rolled in a little pungent cloud to the Kentish shore. Then a delicious odor of frying steak rose from below, and fell like healing balm upon the susceptible nos trils of the skipper as he stood at the helm. "Is Mrs. Bunker getting up?" in quired the mate as lie emerged from the foc'sle aud walked aft. "I believe so." said the skipper. "There's movements below." " 'Cos the steak's ready and wait ing," said the mate. "I've put it on a dish in front of the fire." "Ay! ay!" said the skipper. The mate lit his pipe and sat down on the hatchway, slowly smoking. He removed the pipe a couple of minutes later to stare in bewilderment at the unwonted behavior of the dog. which came up to the captain and affection ately licked his hands. "lie's took quite a fancy to me," said the delighted man. "Love me, love my dog." quoted Bill waggishly as lie strolled forward again. The skipper was fondly punching the dog. which was now on Its back with its four legs in the air. when he heard a terrible cry from the foc'sle, and the mate came rushing wildly on deck. "Where's that dog?" he cried. "Don't you talk like that aboard my ship. Where's your manners?" cried the skipper, hotly. " the manners!" said the mate, with tears In his eyes. "Where's that dog's manner»? He's ate all that steak." Before the other could reply the scuttle over the cabin was drawn nnd the radiant face of Mrs. Bunker ap peared at the opening. "I can smell breakfast," said she archly. "No wonder, with that dog so close," said Bill grimly. Mrs. Bunker looked at the captain for an explanation. "He's ate it," said that gentleman briefly. "A pound and a 'arf o' the best rump steak in Wapping." "Never mind," said Mrs. Bunker sweetly, "cook some more. I can wait." "Cook some more," said the skipper to the mate, who still lingered. "I'll cook some bloaters. That's all we've got now," replied the mate quite sulkily. It's a lovely morning," said Mrs. Bunker as the mate retired, "the air is so fresh. I expee* Unit's what has H - to—/A - I Can Smell IlreaUfaiit," Said She Archly. made Rover so hungry. He Isn't a greedy dog. Not at all." "Very likely," said Codd as the dog rose. and. after sniffing the air, gently wagged Ills tall and trotted forward. Where's he off to now?" "He can smell the bloaters, I ex pect." said Mrs. Bunker, laughing. "It is wonderful what intelligence he's got. Come here, Rover." "Bill!" cried the skipper warnlngly as the dog continued on his way. Look out! He's coming!" "Call him off!" yelled the mate, anx iously. "Call him off!" Mrs. Bunker ran up, and. seizing her chaperon by the collar, hauled him away. "It's the sea air," said she apologet ically; "aud he's been on short com mons lately because he's not been well. Keep still, Rover!" "Keep still, Rover," said the skipper, with an air of command. Under this joint control the dog sat down, his tongue lolling out and his eyes fixed on the foc'sle until the breakfast was spread. The appear ance of the mate with a dish of steam ing fish excited him again, and, being chidden by his mistress, he sat down sulkily in the skipper's plate until pushed off by its indignant owner. "Soft roe, Bill?" inquired the skip per courteously after he had served his passenger. "That's not my plate," said the mate pointedly as the skipper helped him. "Oh, I wasn't noticing," said the other reddening. "I was, though," said the mate rude ly. "I thought you'd do that. I'm not going to eat after animals, if you are." The skipper coughed and after ef fecting the desired exchange proceed ed with his breakfast In somber si lence. The barge was slipping at an easy pace through the water, the sun was bright, and the air cool, and every thing pleasant and comfortable until the chaperon, .who had been repeat edly pushed away, broke through the charmed circle which surrounded the food and seized a fish. In the con fusion which ensued he fell foul of the tea-kettle, and. dropping his prey, bit the skipper frantically, until driven off by his mistress. "Naughty boy!" said she, giving him a few slight cuffs. "Has he hurt you? I must get a Ijandage for you." "A little." said Codd. looking at his hand, which was bleeding profusely "There's a little linen in the locker down below, if you wouldn't mind tearing It up for me." Mrs. Bunker, giving the dog a final slap, went below, and the two men looked at each other and then at the dog, which was standing at the stern, barking insultingly at a passing steam er. "It's about time she came over," said the mate, throwing a glance at the sail, then at the skipper, then at the dog. "So it is," said the skipper, through his set teeth. As he spoke he pushed the long tiller hastily from port to starboard, and the dog finished his bark in the water; the huge sail reeled for a moment, then swung violently over to the other side and the barge was on a fresh tack, with the dog twenty yard!? astern. He was wise in his generation, and after one look at the barge made for the distant shore. "Murderers!" screamed a voice, "mur derers! You've killed my dog!" "It was an accident. I didn't see him," stammered the skipper. "Don't tell me," stormed the lady; "I saw It all through the skylight." "We had to shift the helm to get out of the way of the schooner," said Codd. "Where's the schooner?" demanded Mrs. Bunker; "where is it?" The captain looked at the mate. "Where's the schooner?" said he. "I believe," said the mate, losing his head entirely at this question, "I be lieve we must have run her down. I don't see her nowhere about." Mrs. Bunker stamped her foot, and with a terrible glance at the men, de scended to the cabin. From tills coign of vantage she obstinately refused to budge, aud sat In angry seclusion un til the vessel reached Ipswich late in the evening. Then she appeared on deck, dressed for walking, and utterly ignoring the woe-begone Codd, stepped —? >>4 - Mnde fop the Distant Shore. ashore and, obtaining a cab for her boxes drove silently away. An hour afterward the mate went to Ills home, leaving the captain sitting on the lonely deck striving to realize the bitter fact that, so far as the end he had in view was concerned, lie hod seen the last of Mi's. Bunker; and like wise of the small, but happy, home In which he had hoped to install her.— St. Louis Globe-Democrat. A HellRion» Man. The minister had been In the little Kentucky town but a short time, and when lie was called on to preach a funeral sermon, he thought it best to pick up a few facts about the de ceased. "I trust our brother was a truly re ligious man?" he said to the surviving brother. "You bet he was." was the earnest answer. "Why. brother, he never tuk out his gun to lay fer one of the Slni monses without fust prayin' three hours."—Cincinnati Euquirer. SUPERIOR'S BLEAK SHORE. Shipwrecked Sailor* Often Cast Into a Wilderness. The recent accident to the steamer Missoula tends to show more clearly than anything that has occurred the vast area of Lake Superior, and the possibility of a vessel's crew reaching land after shipwreck and yet being un heard of for a couple of weeks after starting on a voyage. The shores of Michigan, Wisconsin and Minnesota on the big lake are traversed by rail ways aud telegraph lines, and the towns and small settlements on the American side of the lake, even to the islands, furnish ready means of com munication with the larger cities; hut not so on that part of the Canadian •.hore north of the lakes, where a wil derness inhabited by a few fishermen and Indians exist. This is especially true of the Canadian shore just above Sault Ste Marie, and for a long stretch of country to the north and east of the point where the Canadian Pacific rail way turns in to the shore of the lake and traverses It toward Port Arthur and Fort William. When the Missoula broke her shaft aud was rendered helpless she was less that tweuty-five miles from Cari bou Island on the course down toward Sault Ste Marie. She was somewhat off the regular course of vessels bound down from the head of Lake Superior, but If she had been able to make any headway toward the Sault. or care for herself at all on the course she was following, she would linve been picked up very soon nfter the accident by some passing vessel. But a southerly wind drifted lier out of the course of even the few vessels trndlng to Cana dian ports at the head of the lakes, and she was working over toward the wildest part of the Canadian north shore territory when her crew was compelled to abandon lier. A glance at the chart will show that Brule Point, where the crew of the Missoula first made land is scarcely more than seventy-five miles from Sault Ste. Marie, where 15,000,000 tons of freight pass through a canal in a single season, and yet the men in one of the Missoula's yawl boats spent nearly two days working along the shore of the lake before they found any more sign of life than a deserted fisherman's shanty, in which they built a tire and dried their wet clothing The fishing season had closed, but even fishermen are scarce in this ter ritory during the most active periods. It. is not strange, therefore, that the men from the Missoula were nearly a full week In finding means of commu nicating with the owners of the ves sel after they had lauded on the dreary north shore of Lake Superior.— Detroit Free Press. PLANS FOR A MAMMOTH SPAN. PlttMbnrg; CapltRllots Contemplate a nigr Plane for That City. A charter was Issued at Harrisburg yesterday to the City Incline Plane company of Pittsburg, which proposes to build a gigantic Incline plane from a point on Fourth avenue over the Monongahela river to the top of Mount Washington. It Is reported that the company is backed by several wealthy Pittsburg men. The plane they hnve in view is designed to carry passen gers from the center of the business portion of the city to the top of Monnt Washington at a comparatively easy grade and without the discomforts of transfers and slow service. The en gineer has prepared plans for the structure, which provide for a total length of about 3,500 feet, and a width of 40 feet, with double tracks and a grade of between 9 and 10 per cent. The colossal feature of the enter prise appears in the great suspension span across the Monongahela river, 1.300 feet in length, which would make it the second longest span In the country, only being exceeded in length by the great Brooklyn bridge, which has a span of 1.565 feet long. The towers at either end average 250 feet in height, and the floor of the structure, as planned, will cross Car son street almost 200 feet above the grade. The Mount Washington end of the plane, which In reality is nothing but a gigantic high grade suspension bridge, will be 350 feet above city datura. The cars are to be operated by ca bles, and run at high speed. This will be rendered possible by the peculiar construction of the plane, which is nothing more than a larger model of the high-speed suspension bridge be ing erected. The plane is of the sus pension type, with a stiffening truss riveted to the steel columns, the strain being transferred to the masonry. No obstructions will be placed in the way of river interests. The promoters for this reason expect no opposition.— Pittsburg Times. OLD RAT STOOD GUARD. Warned Yonng Rodents of the Dan gers of the Trap. The shrewdness and sagaclt of aged members of the rodent family have been demonstrated in numberless in stances. but an incident recently wit nessed by Supt. Tyler of the city hall is worthy of remark. The yard of a house adjoining a stable on Seven teenth street, above Fairmount ave nue, lias been Infested with rats for a long time, and a few days ago a mem ber of the family set. a large wire trap in the yard. Mr. Tyler was seated in the rear room of a Grayson street house and watched results with great interest. First one rat scudded across the grass and took an observation. In another minute a dozen little rats came trooping along with the evident intention of sampling the cheese. Just then a lean. long, gray old rat, with Ills tail chopped off, probably from a previous experience with traps, ap peared and chased all the little rats away. The old fellow kepf watch all the afternoon and effectually prevent ed a single rat, young or old, from en tering the trap.—Philadelphia Record. A Lawyer's Yarn. Attorney A. T. Vogelsang of San Francisco tells this story: "Dennis Spencer, the Napa luminary, was call ed upon by a Chinese one evening, when the following dialogue ensued: "'One Chinese kill another Chinese with a hatchet; how much you charge make him clear?' "'I'll take the case,' said Mr. Silen cer. 'for $1.0tt07' " 'Alle light.' said the Chinaman. 'I be back after while.' "In about a week he returned to Mr. Spencer's office and laid down $1,000 In gold coin on his fable. Mr. Dennis swept the coin Into the drawer. " 'Well, the Chinese, he dead.' " 'Who killed him?' " 'I did.' '"When did you kill lilm?' " 'Last night," " A WAR INCIDENT. How Jackson's Men Came Upon the Eleventh Corpse. We of Devens' division. Eleventh corps, had been idling awny the whole day at Chaneellorsvllle. Gen. Hooker's army had crossed the Rappahannock above Frederickburg to flank Lee out of his position on the hills above the town. The general idea was that we were to move down on his flank and rear, and why we should waste time In the woods was n mystery to all. Reports had come to us that there had been fighting with Stonewall Jackson's corps over on the Furnace road. We wondered why we didn't move out across the line of retreat, but officers and privates alike were kept in ignorance of Hooker's inten tions. Some said we were to move toward Fredericksburg that night; others that we would follow after Lee; others yet that Hooker was spreading his net to capture the whole Confed erate army on the morrow. We were on the extreme right of a m Long; Linen of Men ItnuhlnK Toward the Unna. the Union line, and In front of us was a light breastwork of rails aud logs. From noon to 4 o'clock we broke ranks, stacked our guns and took tilings easy. At 5 some of the men l>egnn to fry bacon and boil coffee. At (J every man of us was thus busy and felt certain of spending the night on the spot. Of a sudden two or three rabbits came running out of the dense woods beyond us, and scores of men jumped up to try and kill or capture them. Everybody round me was laughing and shouting, when a shot was suddenly heard and I saw a pri vate soldier who stood in the highway fall dead. The single shot was fol lowed by another and another, anil then some one shouted at the top of his voice: "Great heavens, but there are the Johnnies in battle line!" There was a panic at once. No one supposed there was a Confederate within five miles of us, and had they been looked for it would have been from the other direction. A few men got Into line here and there, but the resistance melted away as the Con federate« advanced. It was a furious fire which Jackson's men poured Info the Eleventh. They were elated and very enthusiastic, and they swarmed through the forest as If their number was endless. Men have snld that the panic would have extended no further, and that the corps would have speedily recov ered from the surprise, nnd men have written that but for one man's cool ness at the or tical moment Jackson would have driven a wedge into the ; I'edeial arnij. Gen. Pleasauton, then commanding three regiments of cav airy aud a field battery, lay in posi tion to be run over by the frightened fugitives as they sought a place of safety. In the midst of the most em barrassing confusion he sent a regi ment of dismounted cavalry forward to form a line and check the Confed erate advauce aud\ the other regi ments, mounted, at once charged into the mass of fugitives and drove them clear off the field on the left of the plank road. Then one by one twenty two guns were brought to the front and unlimbered. It was in the cleared field to the left of the Chancellorsville plank road and about half a mile be low the famous brick house. Those guns enfiladed Jackson's whole front, and the moment his lines broke cover they were met with such storm;-, of canister that whole regiments lay down after the first volley. For the firsl quarter of an hour these guns were supported by the cavalry alone, but as regiment after regiment was picked up, whirled about and sent to the gap, the support soon became a di vision. Other batteries were rushed down the plank or across the field, and by tyid by Jackson's golden mo ment had passed. The Federal army had faced to the rear aud the great gap had been closed by artillery. Just at sundown Jackson grew rest ive under the terrific fire and ordered a general advance. Long lines of men sprang to their feet and rushed for ward with cheers and yells, determin ed to have the guns. It did not seem as if anything living could cross that open space of 000 feet with such a tornado of canister sweeping over it, but whole reglmento charged up to within fifty feet and scores of Con federates dashed in among the guns and were killed there. The charge was repulsed, but to be made again and again. When night had settled down Jackson gave It up. He could not drive his wedge past the muzzles of Plensanton's guns. He had hood winked Hooker, routed a whole corps and laid Iiis plans for a great victory. m M m fm Shot by hi* Own Men That storm of canister checked him— death brought his plans to naught. The Confederates who advanced against those guns detied death u thousand times over. Those killed were in most instances riddled and torn to pieces. The burial imrties found Iiodies with fifty wounds, and ^eads. legs aud arms were scattered ail along the front. Hardly a wound ed man was found on the battery front. On the right flanks, where the guns had l»een enfiladed on the plank road, the rail fences were torn to splinters, the ground cut as by a hun dred drags and scores of Confederates lying in the highway ditches were killed by stones, splinters and frag ments of rocks. After nightfall, while the Confeder ates. lying among their dead, still held the road, and while the Federal guns were still in position to check any at tempted advance Jackson and his staff rode forward over a blind road in the forest to see if these guns could not be flanked and a volley of musketry from a picket of his own men laid the great fighter low.—M. Quad in Detroit Free Press. MAT BASE FATIGUE. A Little Anatomical Knowledge of Intareat to Bicyellata With the aid of a slight knowledge of anatomy and a conamon sense up plication of it, bicycle riders may avoid much of the fatigue that xery often makes trips of greater than customary length anything but pleasurable. Fatigue Is a necessary evil, even on a perfectly adjusted wheel that moves like the wind at the touch of the foot, and particularly is this true of young and inexpeil enced riders. Complete freedom from It Is only gained by keeping in con stant physical training, a condition which few persons In these busy days are able to fulfil. But much relief may be gnlned by a study of one's muscles and an ad justment of the position of the body and limbs, so as to distribute the strains and change the form of action demanded of the muscles. The Chi cago Times-Herald has been making a study of this matter for the benefit of its cycling readers, and the infor mation Is reproduced here for the benefit of bicyclists. In the illustration the places where bicyclists feel fatigue are marked X. Fatigue at the wrists may be relieved by changing the grip, so as to catch the handles with the palms up; also, by raising or lowering the shoulders, so as to change the angle at whl-li tin wrist is bent. This, as well as as changing the grip, will relive pain on the outer side of the arm. Somet nies pain is felt at the elbow Joint, especial ly when the arm is bent at the Joint and the road is rough. This is relieved by sitting up stralghter and thus straightening the arm. Fatigue of the pectoralls major (chest muscle» is al most always due to bending the back over, thus keeping the pectoralls ma» Mn . cIe . Mo ,t i„ed in Cyelln« Jor , n n pernlaneutlr contracted con dmon gtrnl|tl|len the bapk al „, thft f n t| c , lp w ni diss linear. Pain in tlio V-" O fatigue will disappear. Pain In the back from riding is due to jolting, and. generally, to leaning over. Fatigue of or pain in the rectus femorls Is due to the double work that muscle has to perform In cycling. It not only stralghtens the log when the foot goes down, but pulls the knee up the next moment. No other muscle does so much work on the wheel. It Is tin* great "push" muscle In cycling. Fa tigue in the tibialis antlcus is relieved by changing the genriug of the wheel so as to work the ankle as little as pos sible. It Is the same fatigue felt in fast walking for a considerable time. Fatigue at the ankle Joint is relieved by changing the gearing. The mus cles are not drawn exactly due to nature, but so as to show them best. AN ELECTRIC PALACE. Twelve Hundred Arc Lamps In the Yerkes Mansion mid n Reeord llrenklnpr Storage Ilattery. The palatial New York home of Charles T. Yerkes, the Chicago mill ionaire, at Sixty-eighth street and Fifth avenue, lias not only the most, complete electric-lighting, heating and ventilating plant of any of the several electrically-equipprd mansions in the city, but it has the largest storage bat ins:allcd in a private resl ever insiallcd in a private res .J:"*,'"! ÎL'fL liorse-powor in the basement Is lieifed to a dynamo. The storage battery consists of sixty cells, having a capac ity of 2.50! I amphere hours at a ten h'Mir discharge rate, the maximum dis charge rate being 500 ampheres for four hours. 'I lie heure I- wired for aliout 1,200 six I eon-candle-power lamps .and has. besides, an electric passenger elevator and Fe\eral electric motors for venti lating, pumping and other purposes. The arrangement of the lights Is very nrtistic. 'I he vestibule or recep tion ball is lighted from above through cathedral glass in the basa of a dome, by 300 lights. Lamps are concealed within the carving of the principal salon, or in rf softes of colored glas3 and curnlnrlv placed In the coalings. In the librprv. a" apparent framed oil painting, which Is really a wonderful piece of cath°cl<al glass work, is made the \ehicle of the flood of light, which Illuminâtes the room with the soft radiance of day. radiance of day. WEBSTER GAVE HIM THE APPLE. Plr Seeds i Historic Gov. Doty From The Tree. There is an old apple 'r'ee back of the old Doty fcoinestpfcl. on Doty Isl and. in Neenah. xrfïh Ins a history. It is a free which grew from apple seeds planted by ex-Gov. James Du ane Doty. Wh»n Mr. Doty was ap pointed territorial Judge of Wisconsin by President Fillmore, ai.cl was about to leave Washington, the giear Daniel Webster shook hands «Uli him and bade liini good-bye, at tlio same lime handing him a large red nppie. Web ster then split the apple in two .and he took one-half ai d (' •>' th n other. The seeds from Dcty'H half were brought to tills place and planted, and all there is left now is an rid withered tree, almost ready to fall 'I lie Doty hoineste 'd. a i ss the riv er. still lemnins and Is in a g< • d state of preservation. It is an ' hi P house, and I ofoie tlio new RobpriR summer resort was built it was •' '"1 n-t a sum mer hotel. An old re; b e w h'ch was used In fills bos'e'ry is tli I piri"vetl by Mrs. Roberts, and on '*■ pnees are the autographs of sonn t' e noted men of the country, win used to conn» here to catch fish in I ate V.'lmnbago. Among them vere tin 1 of of Gen. Philip H. Sberida- _V'? on Stager, tien. W. T ' ' ~ " f " r <\ Grosliniu. William rit t Kell or . Geo. Jay Gould, Eninioi s t i e • nu • Foraker. Perrv I' S'tuitb nr.d •• score of others irt ""i'e so prominent.— Milwaukee fen'ine!.