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CIIAPTEU XVl.-iContinued., ,
Tli.it night is still as death it-elf. ami
the sparkling brilliance of the slow mov
ing water- contrast- with it in tender
fashion. Strangely attracted by it. Vera
(tes forward, moves down tile stone
steps that h a.l to the garden, an.l wi'h
eager footstep gains the little pathway,
teep ami sti.1-1. u. that leads to the beach.
Suddenly she draw in her arms, anil
a (hirer runs through her: she turns ht-r
he.nl to see lysart.
"You are going to marry Lord Shel
ton?" he says, bis tone more assertire
than quest;., ning.
"It is an impertinent question," ears
Miss Dysart. calmly.
'"Vim are di-iugeiiuons. If he has not
jet asked you. you know he only waits
the opportunity to ilo so. When he
des " lie cheeks himself ' abruptly,
knowing he has pone too far.
A little tianie leaps into V era's eyes.
"Ha- it o.-eurred to you that I am rery
forbearing?" she asks, with a curious
smiie. "Does it n.t strike you as very
remarkable that I do not on my part
question you back again? that 1 do not
k you whom you are g.;:ig to marry''"
He looks as if he was about to make
her an angry rejoinder, but she checks
"No don't be afraid, I nm not poms
to put the question," she says, coldly;
"and after all. why should IV"
"Do you mean." he goes on. "that you
know of some. ;ie I want to marry V"
"Let there be all end to this hateful
hypocrisy," cries she, turning to him with
e burst of passionate anger. "You acted
jour part for tiri-elda this morning most
"Vera!" cries he, hoarsely.
She turn- as if startled by that impas
sioned cry, and then, he hardly knows
how it is, he hardly dares remember af
terward, but somehow she is in his amis,
and he is looking down into her frighten
ed eyes with a terrible entreaty in his
"Do you know what you are doing?"
he says, his miserable roiee scarcely
abore a whisper. ".My darling, my soul,
hare pity I" More closely his arms bind
her. He bends his face to hers nearer,
nearer still, and then, suddenly, a great
loathing of himself tills him. He draws
back with a sharp shudder, and almost
pushes her fr..ru him. "Ho!" he says, ve
hemently: and in another moment she
has turned the corner of the winding
stairs, and is gone.
With a heavy groan he flings himself
face downward on the cool sweet, shift
ing sands, that moim-smitten lie trem
bling, waiting for the dawn.
he says, in a
. Mad I am.
Hut fT I saw
cii.u"n:i: xvn.
As Mr. Dysart takes his way slowly
round the house, the sound of running
footsteps coming toward him from a
fide walk attracts his attention. It is
irunch. wild-eyed, haggard, her thin
Cray locks, unbound through her unusual
haste, flying at each side of her lean, for
bidding face.
"More haste, worse speed." says he,
sarcastically. "Is the house atire. or my
precious nieces dead, that you rush Uou
me with such indecorous abandon?"
"Hush," says she. sternly. with a
plance behind her, "this is no time for
words like those. Think only of this.
I'ysart." pau-iug and paining for breath,
"that I have seen a ghost."
The old man laughs.
"He silent!" his-,-- the woman savage
ly; "cease your gibes. I tell you. The
ghost I have seen i is "
"My worthy father, for example," sug
gests he. with a sneer. "No? Well,
conic, who, then?"
"Michael Sedley!" The words fall from
her as though they burn her lips in pass
ing. The sneer dies from Mr. Dysart's lips;
dark Hush suffuses his face, turning it
almost l.hnk for the moment, to fade
presently beneath the ashen hue that
makes him look like a corpse a corpse
"Kith eyes of tire! He siapgers back
gaint a tree, and his hands catch con
vulsively at the bark of it.
"You are mad, woman!"
terrible voice.
"Ay. may be. So I say
If it was his ghost I saw.
Dim in tin- tlesh. how then. Dysart? Why,
sane. Well," with growing excitement,
"shall it be mad or saneV
"Mad. mad. mad!" shrieks he, furious
ly. "All my life you have been my bane,
tny curse, and now, now .what is this
news you would tell me? Sedley! Why,
be is dead, woman dead, I tell you!
Where have you seen him? Speak, I
command you." cries he, seizing her arm
and shaking her violently.
"On the avenue. I was there watching
Miss (iriselda, as you told me to, lest she
should go into the woods again, when he
came slowly toward uie through the
trees, prowling about. He's changed,
he's gone to bone a deal; but I'd know
him still among a thousand. Ay, and
you'll know him. too."
It is characteristic of the iron nature
sf the man that rose above all petty
cringings to a miserly fear that as he
enters the presence of the one creature
whom on earth he dreads, he does so
with a calm visage and one expression
less. His step is slow, methodical as
usual; his face, gray in its pallor, a very
mask. His brilliant eyes alone betray
the keen life that still lingers in the
gaunt old frame, and they look through
and through the unwelcome visitor with
an unblinking gaze.
"Y'oii!" be says, softly, nay smilingly,
extending a graceful baud, with a good
deal of languid indifference.
"Just that." says Sedley, in a tone so
loud and common as to contrast painfully
with the polished accent that had gone
befote. "Years since we met. mate."
"Many." says Mr. Dysart, sinking care
fully into a rickety old chair near him.
"And yet it seems like yesterday that
we parted."
"Take it like that! it shows what a
downy nest you're been ly in in." says
the large, coarse-'.onkiug man. with a
distinctly aggrieved air. "There's the in
justice of it. You've as miii li right to
til'- place as I have, when all's told. And
if I can't get my share "
" 'Sh !" breathes Mr. Dysart. softly,
lifting one hand. "An.l w e'.l. so you
have come hack? l'iniug for the old
country, eh?"
"To look you up," doggedly. "To see
whether you were iu the grave or out
of it. partner."
"Tanner?" repeats Dysart, as if in
gentle interrogation.
"In crime!" roughly, as if angered by
the other's tone. "That's what they'd
call it. Dysart. at the Did Kailey. or
whatever court it might come before. I'm
not particular."
"No no." assents Mr. Dysart, with
gentle encouragement.
"I never blamed you, mind you that.
Rut a lawyer's a worriting sort o" var
mint. A man should stick to his word,
sez I. and when the old gov-ner refused
to stick to his. after all his promises to
you, why, if you kept him to it, in spite
of him, when he had no longer power
to kick well, who's to say you were
wr.uig. eh?"
"You are very pond; very sustaining,"
says Mr. Dysart, slowly. His tone is,
perhaps, a little fainter.
"Ay. that's what I am to them ns
stands by me. And you and I are in the
same boat, Dysart: never lose sight of
that. 1 don't. I'll back you up as fresh
as though it was only yesterday we'd
agreed ou on you know what. 11a, ha,
The old man suddenly stiffens himself,
and looks straight at Sedley.
"And now what is it you want?" he
asks, tersely, his tone ringing cold and
clear through the room, though very low.
"Now, I like that. I want part o' the
swag. Five thousand pounds," says the
other, coolly.
"Fire thousand pounds! You must be
"Not one penny less. My silence is
worth that and more. Come, don't Im
agine you can impose on nie. I tell you,
I would think as little of going into that
room out there and telling your nieces
of that tirst will, as "
"Hush hush!" says Dysart, in a sharp
tone, wild with fear. "Not another
word, not a breath on that subject here.
Walls have ears. You know the old ruin
at the end of the far garden? Meet me
there to-night, and I shall see if we can
come to terms."
With a last word or two he succeeded
in getting Sedley to the door, and there
summons Crunch, who in truth is mar
relonsly handy.
"Crunch! Will you see to Sedley? lie
is as old a friend of yours as of mine. 1
think." says Mr. Dysart, in so genial a
tone for him that Crunch involuntarily
glances at him. "He is tired, and no
doubt hungry. Make him comfortable in
every way."
"Yes. sir." says Crunch, respectfully.
She leads Sedley down the passage, and
then, with a muttered word to him that
she should get the keys of the cellar, runs
back to Dysart. who stands siaring after
them with an unfathomable expression in
his eyes.
"Your will quick!" she says, iu a low
tone. "Keep him out of sight. Let no one
see him, or guess at his presence iu this
house." whispers Dysart, liercely, after
which he steps back into his room and
slams the door, and locks it behind him
iu a frenzied fashion.
It is -- '
the up
to the
will b.
a desi
in the
to squ
The si
sart. The second voice is strange to him
coarse, vulgar aud dictatorial, ami
very threatening.
The voices grow in wrath; the un
known one being loud iu vituperation.
And now, ull suddenly us it were, the
voices cease; there is a strained silence,
as if each man waits with drawn sword
for the other's next word, and then a
sickening sound. A dull, awful blow, as
of oak meeting tlesh and blood, a ghastly
groan, ami then silence.
Creut heaven! What has happened?
Has he killed that old man? 1'eyton
springs forward, looks upon the inner
room, he stops short, as if shot, to stare
aghast upon the scene before him.
Upon the earthen lloor lies a huge fig
ure, apparently dead, while standing over
it is Mr. Dysart, his face alight with a
ghastly hope, his wild eyes gleaming. A
heavy oaken stick is in his hand. The
murderous bludgeon is uplifted to com
plete crime already begun to finish his
work, to make sure of the helpless vic
tim at his feet, when Peyton, uttering a
loud cry, rushes from the spot where
until now he lay concealed.
There is an instant's hush, a strange
hush, anil then a convulsive shiver runs
through the old man. An asheu grayuess
has risen from chin to brow. He flings
up his arms, for a second or two, clutches
foolishly at the air, aud then falls with
a dull thud across the body of his enemy.
Peyton runs through the garden, never
pausing or drawing breath uutil the
hou-e is reached. Knocking impatiently
with his knuckles and receiving no an
swer, he so far gives way to the agi
tation that is consuming him as to smash
a pane with a stone. This brings Seaton
to the window in a minute or two, uar
tially dretsed.
"It l I, Dysart Tom Peyton. Cni I
out. come out quickly. Your father," j
pautiug, "is hurt is very ill!"
"My father!" says Seatou. as if not
believing. "But when. now?" j
"In the garden up there iu the old
ruin. Ou. hurry, man, hurry; you can
hear all afterward!"
Seatou hardly dares to venture a re
mark, but. having with trembling lingers
clothed himself, follows Peyton ou:
through the window in the chill night
nir, and soon the two young men are
tearing like limited thing through tie
gardens to that tatal old ruin at tile cud
of tilt-in.
Here everything i just as Peyton 1, ft
it. The old mau lying dead, with a more
peaceful expression on his face than ha I
ever been there while he lived tae oth
er, the stranger, nluio-t as motionless ,i
his enemy, save for a faint quiver of the
lips aud nostrils every now and then.
Who was he? What had brought him
here? Peyton turns to Seatou with these
questions on his lips. It is imperative
that something about the stranger be dis
covered aud at once.
Seatou is still holding his father's body
in his amis, inexpressible grief upon his
countenance. The old man had been
stern, hard, begrudging, but he had loved
his son well, and the son kuew it. Pey
ton touches him lightly on the sh.nil.ler.
"House your-elf." he says, in a low,
earnest tone. "You know this man?"
"No uot at all. I never saw him be
fore." "What! you can tell me nothing? Oh,
think. Dysart!" says Peyton, with in
creasing anxiety. "If you kuow nothing
we shall scarcely be able to see how to
ac t. Lxert your memory, mau."
"It is useless. I swear I never saw
him before." He compels himself to look
again at Sedley. ami a shiver of disgust
shakes him. "1 know ouly this that he
has killed my father."
"You forget." says Peyton, rery quiet
ly. He would have been thankful, glad,
to be able to leave his friend in this be
lief, but Le knew it would be impossible.
"I saw the whole tiling. There was a
quarrel, about what I did not hear, but
it was your father who knocked that
fellow down."
"Well, it killed him," says Seaton, ex
citedly. "The excitement of that quar
rel was too much for him. I still main
tain that that man caused his death."
He covers his face with his hands.
"Nevertheless, we cannot leave him
here to die. Come, Seatou. take your
courage in your hands. Think if there
be no way to avoid the scandal that must
necessarily arise out of all this. For
for the sake of your poor father's mem
ory, bestir yourself."
It is a potent argument. Seaton flushes
hotly, and the old touch of power returns
to his face.
Together fhey carry the two bodies into
the house, under cover of the silent
night. Mr. Dysart to his own room, ami
then up the stairs, and through the end
less corridors, that other groaning,
scarcely living burden; up always until
a disused chamber in a remote corner of
the old tower is reached, where it is be
yond probability that any one in the
house save these three who know, will
ever seek to penetrate.
(To lie continued.)
Method of (luthcrliiB the Sup and
HolliiiK the Sirup.
Maple siigr and sirup are favorite'
sweets the country over, and this fact
gives a gem-nil Interest to some infor
mation about the maple sugar Industry
which has practical value also for the
-ections where this particular kind of
-ngnr-making prevails. An American.
Cultivator correspondent supplies the1
follow ing details:
The evaporator is the first ami mo; .
important consideration. The point to
be considered in an evaporator Is the 1
one that can make the best sugar In the !
least possibletlnie with the least amount I
of fuel. Lvaporalors are made of gal-
vanized Iron or steel, copper or tin. j
They are usually supported on Iron !
arches lined with brick, but sometimes
the arches are made entirely of brick. !
Storage tanks, draw tanks, sirup tanks. I
buckets and pails are of galvanized
steel, tin or wood. We consider gal- I
vanized steel the superior article be-
cause It will not rust. Bucket covers can j
be of wood or tin: spouts, steel or tin.
Take a sugar place of y.OiHj trees or. !
rather, one that uses "J.tMio buckets.!
When the "boss" thinks It Is time to!
"sugar," the men are set to tapping the J
trees. A three-eighths or one-half Inch
bit is used, mid In large trees the hole j
is bored about two Inches deep, ill i
smaller trees only about one and a half'
Inches. Spouts lire driven or screwed j
In. buckets hung to each spout and cov-1
ers. if they have them.
Some trees are tappepd In two or j
three and oftentimes four places, bans- i
mrt f lir little ""ft-d of savings, n .l
in spite ol all my protests, paid It to a
,-vi.sv woman on Hie outskirts of
ISroo'klvi. for a charm This ch irm con
sisted ' of a piece of parchment, on
which were written me queer character-
The whole was tied up in a I"
tle bug ami was suspended by a siring
:, uie patient's neck. W hell "I"'
-1..0NC.1 it to me 1 laughed the thing I"
s.-oi-u and tried i hw ber how loolisn
-he va to pay hard-earned umney to a
miserable quack. I could tun convince
her of the lolly, however, and so gave
up Hie effort, trusting to time to prove
tile right.
"The neighbors of the woman with
the swollen knee soon Heard of tier
gvpsv charm, ami one of them who had
7 ..rimtion of the skin which had Ion;
detied the power of medicine to remove
. begged for a copy of the charm. The
tirst woman was ready to do this favor
to her fellow-sufferer, anil as neither
could read nor write they used a
in year-old son of one of them to make
the copy. This boy had been attending
a public school, ami his parents were
exceedingly proud of his ability to read
and write 'American.' Hut the lad could
make nothing of the gypsy writing on
the parchment. He was equal to the
occasion, however, and showed he lir ...
the making of a true American, for he
would not acknowledge defeat. What
he wrote was 'This is know good.'
"It was not until some lime nfter
ward that 1 heard of this, when the
woman with the skin trouble was show
ing me the copied charm. When I saw
the trick tlie boy had played on both
of them I thought my vindication had
In many parts of the country tbg,
are variations Iu the temperature tmj.
dent to produce gootl sleighing or
move the snow entirely In a few hootj
time. A a consoquence thedriTetk
often at a loss to decide whether t(
hitch up his sleigh or carriage, a p,..
tial relief from the 'dilemma Is afW
eil bv the runners design with hns.
slip on the axles In plarJe of the wheA
alter uie inner nave( neen remot
but then the problem for the win,
arises. It being diltieiflt to dlsposfj;
them In the wagon. tr-orge Utan
of Vivilersburg, I till., seems to hj
solved the question very satlsfactotj
with his new runner, an Illustrations
which Is here presented. As will bi
seen, each runner Is provided with fort
ed ends, which slip over the rimoftu
wheels ami are held lu place by bold
When not iu use these ruiinert in
easily stored in the carriage, being pet
fectly Hat and occupying little pet
This device will be found espwUll)
advantageous on long Journeys,
when the owner of the vehicle Intend
to stay away from home for sevni
days at seasons where there may be t
freeze or thaw, as the driver may (as
pen to be sensitive about running i
sleigh on bare ground, or a wheelti
vehicle when the sleighing Is good
Changes that Have Inkcn Place fn
Manufacturing lfeadenr.
"Speaking of the hat business." said
a veteran of the business lo the local
historiau. "most womb rlul cluing, s
have taken place since 1n.1ii. In olden
times soft felt and derby hats were not
known, and it was as 'ate as 1M:1 when
silk dress hals were first Introduced in
this country, this being a French in
vention, and all silk plush us.il for
hats in the world was. up to this time,
made in France. When Kossuth came
to America he introduced the soft felt
hats, wearing one himself. It did not
take American hatters long to take up
the idea, and in less than one year old
and young Americans covered their
heads with Kossuth hats. They were
iu shape nearly the same as tourist
hats now, only being trimmed up with
a nice, long ostrich plume. Along about
I.S.'kS an English tourist came along
with the derby hat, and in a very few
'TS they became the geiwral head
- in the country, and up to the p:vs
lale the demand for soft hats aud
v hats is nearly evenly divided.
those days all the best class of
hals were imported from France,
UifT derbies from England. This,
ver, has taken a materia! change,
uerlcan lints are now sold In all
of the globe, and it Is a known
hat we produce the most tasty
st hats made. Ilefore the arrival
ssuth and the English tourist,
ver, the Americans did not go
bareheaded, but contented themselves
with napped otter and napitcd beaver
hats, for the more expensive, and the
so-oal'.eil scratch-up or brush hals for
the cheaper. Hrush or scratch-up de
rive their name from the fact that nap
was raised on them by means of a stiff
brush constructed of whalebones. The
first manufacturers who made Ameri
can production in those gotwls popular
aud world-renowned, and who forced
French and English hals out of this
market, were Uinaldo M. Waters. John
15. Stetson, J. 1). Hlrd and 15. J. Hrown.
"During the early periods of lx-0
and lSoi) a dealer was a hatter In fact,
else there would have been no room for
him. as all made Uie bats they sold, all
handwork, no machines of a'ny kind,
aud one who knew how to make a nap
ped otter or benver hat was an artist,
earning $40 to $I5U per week leiug
nothing unusual, many making from
57o to $100." St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
ing a bucket to each spout, of course.
Then, the weather being right, the sap
runs, and the teams are started as soon
as possible, for the quicker the sap Is
made Into sugar the better the sugar is.
Men with pulls holding sixteen quarts
go to each tree, collect the s.ip ami
empty It Into the draw tank, which is
being hauled about on a "sugar sled''
!y a pair of horses. These tanks hold
inywhere from twenty live to fifty pail-
iuls. When a load is secured, the team j
driven to the sugar houses, and the;
ap. by means of four-inch pipes, is
drawn from the draw tank to the stor
age tank. I
The storage tanks are placed on a
laging on the outside of the sugar
muse anil connected with the ovap-
iruly come. Hut when 1 explained It
all to her sue met with the knockdown
" 'Well, miss. It cured us both.'
"What could 1 say to that?"
ffi II1 I ! J
orators by rubber hose or iron pipe, the
tlow of sap from storage tank to evap-
! orators being regulated by automatic
valves. Thtist he sap enters one end of
die evaporator, working back and forth
through partitions and corrugations till
it reaches the other end of the evap
orator, when It Is drawn off as "sirup."
The sap is not "handled" any from
' the time the men pour It Into the draw
; tanks uutil It conies out a finished ar
ticle. I. e., made sirup at eleven pounds
; to the gallon.
This may be put away In sirup tanks
, aud allowed to cool and settle, aud then,
if the sugar Is wanted, this sirup Is put
into the "sugaring off" pan on a separ-
; ate arch and boiled down until the right
pitch Is reached, when It Is taken from
I the firt. stirred gently and allowed to
cool and then put Into tin cans or wood
en tubs, and it Is then ready for market
in the form of maple sugar.
Hardly So. '
In no situation, probably. Is the stam
mering infirmity more calamitous than
in making a proposition of marriage.;
An exchange gives us this dialogue: 1
Mr. Siutterly to Miss tinp-e :
"M-m-lii-iss G-G-li-G-G-ti-lirace. I I I
I w-w-w-w-w-want you to b-b-b-b-be
ni-m-m-m-my "
"What did you say. Mr. Stutterlv11"
"W-W-W-W-W-W-Won't you b-b-b b-
be my wu-wu-wu-wu-wlfe, l-I-I-I-I-l
"O, Georjte, this Is so iddub!"
The Gypsy Charm and Its Alleged
Miraculous Cure,
Superstition is a force to be reckoned
with and not despised by those who la
bor for the good of the poor iu the large
cities. A philanthropic woman of New
York tells the following experience:
"A poor Italian housewife, living In
Mulberry street, had a swelling of the
knee. She told uie of her trouble and
1 gave her the address of a free dispens
ary, where she went for treatment. The
treatuieut did not cure ber and she
When a .Man Falls Down.
Slippery sidewalks tend to bring out
emphatically one of the peculiar sides
of human nature. No mailer how much
the lull injures a man physically, it
seems as nothing to the damage to his
seli'-esteeiii il perchance his inisl'oriiiiio
happens lo be u iincssed by some one
else. The lirst thing the linl'oruiiiale
iloes afler picking himself up is to look
all about hlin witli an idiotic smile
ills face, just as if he took the whop.
tiling as a joke but anxious to see if
any one has seen h s tumble.
If there happens lo be some one Hear
by who has witnessed the fall the smile
vanishes, and I here Is a display of tem
per that Is ludicrous, it js his hat thai
suffers. It is pounded instead of brush
ed, as If that hat was res sible lor
the humiliation, or as if he could get
square with the hat by a "roughhoiise"
sort of brushing, if, however, no one is
in sight, and no face is seen at a w in
dow, the unfortunate goes his way ar
ler a few preliminary limps, as if Uie
thing was a mailer of-couise incdieiii,
that must be taken good-natiiredlv in
common with the other trilling affairs
of a lifetime. The result is about Uie
same when a sf,. slllshv j,,,,,,.,,,
hurled by a small boy. finds its mark
on I lie broad back of an otherwise di
nified personWashington Siar
No. K5 uoil Haunted House Vbrvw
Are l-'iidiiiK Awn.v.
"Ileal estate men are gradually In
getting most of the old-time supers!
lions which used to cause us niiti
trouble," said a deafer the other day a
a reporter. "The number of noma
which cannot le rented or sold on if
count of being haunted or because som
terrible crime was committed on ft
premises Is rapidly decreasing. Wenc
across only a few people who balk t
living in iiouse No. lo. Even elderlj
men who have made big fortune" in
beginning to believe that there is nott
ing iu the old saying that the agedrlci
man builds u mansion to die iu It. Net
Yorkers are entirely too practical
hold to old superstitions; besides, t
big apartment houses which we w
building all over town ure blotting oi:
the old houses, which may have bi;
"Tell me something about the baw
ed houses which are still standing ii
this city," the agent was requested.
"Now you are getting on daugprotr
ground. In these davs of vcll-den!j
libel laws you can't talk about a uim
property in a way that will depreciaii
lis value without paying well foryot
fun. Circulating ghost stories bof
particular houses Is not calculated
improve their renting value, and ft
owners might be able to show that t;
had done them real damage. There'
one house in West Eleventh street tin
is never more than half filled, becans.
years ago some one thought the hot
was haunted, and the story of territt
ghosts that walk about the balls
night has been handed down fromtc
ant to tenant. There are other bannlt:
houses, but we are trying to for?,
where they are. hoping that the stow
will be forgotten. It Is generally -
cult to rent or dispose of houses s
which sensational crimes have bet:
committed. Long murder trials
which the houses figured prominent
usually cause them to riiiain vacae.
fur a long time." New York Tribune.
A I l. .. il.. ...I
Slrenetli In t!. r..r.,.. n ani If
ken of mental aptitude. One of &j
most common signs of want of P
breeding is a sort uf uncomfortable
sciousuess of the bands, an obvio
ignorance of what to do with then):'
a painful awkwardness In their adjust
nieiit. The hands of a gentleman f1
Perfectlv at home n-IM.i.iO lielnffOCrt
pied: they are habituated to elegant
pose, or If they spontaneously mort1
is attractively. Some of Queen biw
betll's courtiers oi-i.la nlncim? wi'l
.... I',"..
their siviti-ft lillfa n nA..,nlichmfi;
" 'IIH.1 (111 UVI..IUI,.... I
ii ml the most etliclent .weapon of j
s'paiush coquette Is her fan,
mow J ravelling, i
The Uriah. r "Hiu.k-ltoard."
'lhere are few persons." savs a sol
uier who. ilMls sill,.tl ,.,,.,,,, to clvi.
ranks, "who i.o..,.- i.
,, ,. , , "ie name ol
buck-board came to be applied , Vl.
-.. ;.s way Hack in the- 'ais.
when the transportation of goods
wares ami merch.-iinbs., ., '
,. , ,. -s io incipaiiv
all by wagons. Dr. in.ck. who lor long
jeais after was the military storekeep-
"as u"-'u " charge of stores
en route to army posts in the South
west In east Tennessee ditliculiy was
experienced by reason of the ro",
roads, and there were frequent n iV
haps mostly from the wagons over
turning. Dr. Hack overhauled the ou
flt. and abandoning the wagon bodie .
long boards were set directly vu tl) ,
axles or hung below, aud the st.,,-
were reloaded In such a ma uer , t
here were do further delays f ou
breakdowns, and the alov,3 l
reached their destination. The 2
doubtless was not new. but Dr. Hu t
example was followed, especially when
oads were rough, and soon much h ,
ing was done by the use of wheel "I
bck har0Uly- Now faslnou ",, .
buck-board recalls the 0 '
to some of us."-Washing,0D star'
In the higher regions of the Cordi.
leras refuge huts i,,.... -ordil-
the postmen who have to 'r, cltie8 the matter of telephone M
rounds till late In ti. ...... - """ir, bemjlan Instrument tn everv Ulffl
thus some of these iuel) ...J. Kve" arsons. In greater New York M
winter. If overtaken by a storm la 0Ue to every fortXy-eluht person
ecvi.!i uays.
Somf Florentine experts i
1TV. tilllliliir 1 .
c. . iiiuir uuug oeu ij.vu
hands, conceived the Idea of accurate!
CM lctl'ltiii(v l. It .,uiH fl
y.,,.,n iiuveiinis iv-
snails, and, with this end It) vie.'
was decided to make a series of
or less elaborate experiments.
dozen of the molluscs-were permir
to epnn-1 l,n.n.nAn a : .. . tan M
, 1 ui;LtCU lVO pOIIlLS fctu -
apart. Exact time was kept from f
start to the finish, and thus tbe
age "pace" was ascertained. Tbe"
perlmenters redm-ml ti.oir tle-nres l1
tables Of funt thit
" - vsv, uuu 1 11 Lin IU1IUU j
would take a snail exactly fourtefj
days to travel a mile.
TaUl 1 a, ..
;iciiiifiit;n in nan r ranui"-'
San Frauclsco leads the AnieriC
The nearer a girl approaches the ,
of di) the more anxious she k ,, "
her self-possession. to k'
A B'r1'8 lve for nickle. ,1 S .
lf sour br '
j Increuscil Yield of Cod.
! As a consequence of nrtilic
gauon. the yield of cod in
wateru I1..1 . ...... 11. .1 t
... m,,ivl-U .-joiije. uhu .
, has In ten .veins Increased 5
ial pfl1
the co1
tier ce
New .
drew out from the wivings bank a larg.
With her lit-Mi ,..
ring f'
miaul llllLl.-lllirii,
imagines life for her has Just

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