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1 A CH JRCHTARD REVERIE. BT L. D. MUKTHT. Who has not spent a Sabbath eve In some lonely churchyard still. With the -wane eon shiiiinc gently down O'er woodland, vale and hill; And felt thnt nameless something? That weird, mysterious spell? Which round the cities of the dead Forever seems to dwell. No sonnd brealis the throbbing silence Save the note of a turtle dove. Floating down from its lofty perch hard by Like a wail for a long-lost love. Here sleep the mighty ones ol earth Neath many a costly stone. Here many lie in unmarked graves, Uncared for and unknown. As 1 stand beside an old man's grave, With trrasR and weeds o'ergrown, I note the changes time has wrought In the long years that have flown. The little shrub placed by loving hands Beside his lonely bed. Now widely spreads it6 sheltering arms Above his mouldering bead. Where now are they who stood around Els cold and lifeless clay? Some are sleeping near by, perhaps, And some are far away. Faded and gone like the flowers and the grass, But it any yet remain. Timo has bound up their wounded heartB And soothed the cureless pain. Near by Is another, a new-made mound, The grave of a little child; its spirit gone back from whence it came, By this sinful world undefiled. Who can tell what hopes lie buried here 'Neath this tiny heap of earth? How desolate now some father's heart, And the mother's who gave it birth I The little rose-tree vlanted here Has not yet cast the leaf; ? Time's healing balm has yet no power To soothe their bitter grief. When wo ttilnk how many stricken ones Hare dropped the scalding tear, e What depths of grief and eorroy Lie monumented here. We aie wont to ask, Is there any good In such misery and woe? Why comes so much of sorrow To poor mortals here below ? Bnt in tho light that comes from heaven The gloom from the church-yard flies; And we see that it's only a gateway To a homo beyond the skies. Our Father well knows that each human heart Has within it a pure fount concealed; But. like the ruae quartz, must oft be crushed and broken Kro their deep-hidden treasures they'll yield. Thsee terrible trials which our lives seem to blight Are only in merey given; They prepare us more bravely life's battle to fight, And to dwell 'mid the glories of heaven. Kan6as City, too. BERENICE ST. CYB. A Story of Love, Intrigue, and Grime. BY DWIGHT BALDWIN. CHAPTER XX. miPHD. In an in?tant oar hero waB by his side. He, too, bad of late been sadly shorn of his Btrength, but between them the task was asily accomplished. This done, the detective stooped over began fearing np the carpet. A moment later he had removed a small section of the flooring and disclosed an kA?Antl V>!<?V? Vta Vtaoon Iupouiug UCHCOVU, U1VV wuiva* MV ** | groping with his hand. A moment later he nttered a err of plaasaro, and held up a baudle of folded papers, fceld together by a rubber band. . Theso Cole w?mined. tw' "V/Xhej'r# tit* bond.* fifty-nine of . "Thtti Kolt^f' aaid Hyland. ' ***" * Whet? d!;J yon procure them?" ' "That's what bothers me. I'm trying to think, but Eomehow I can't" A shade of disappointment crossed our hero's face. He bad fondly hoped that the finding of the bonds would quite reM store the officer's shattered mind pnd provide the meac.6 for his own vindication from the awful charge resting upoij <4>1m like a hideous funeral pall, and bring to justice the real murderers. "Nobody thinkA stole them, I guess?" queried tha detective. t Mperta:nly not.'' 1 Co'e Winters had no sooner said this than he realized that be bad made a serious mistake. The anxious look disunMaororl ih* -fnno nf }iia pnmnflninn U^pCOAVVt **VUJ vuv ?MVW ? - ?-v and, as bo sank heavily to a seat upon the bed, something of the vacant expression which had marked his appearance at the hospital took its place. The explanation was not hard to find. The suggestion of ihe bonds had revived A spark of memory, which had been quickened by the thought that his honor might be involved. Tbe finding of the bonds had removed th6 cause of anxiety, and at the same | lime the stimulaDt which had half roused the clouded mind from the lethargy that hail possessed it. "But you know mo. don't you, Hyland?" msked Cole, triumphantly. "I do; but won't tell. You muBt find Ihot out for yourself. Don't bother me!" With a groan of despair, tbe unhappy young man throw the bonds upon the "table and beean pacing nervously up and down the limited confines of the apartment. "I'm undone, baffled!"' moaned he, as hs paused nnd looked, half pityingly, half resentfully, at the unfortunate man from whose train?that which renders reasoning possible?memory had wellnigh departed. Suddenly he paused in his walk and looked Ht the bundle of bonds, for the Eoa^ession of vhich a dastardly murder ad beeu committed. "Of what use are they now?" he mused, bitterly. "Their rightful owner is gone, and his daughter ha-; bet-n sent to join a. ...... Xiinil vji iny viuuiuiiiiuu i'uu mo wuov r qnent exposure and downfall of Almou beers there seems no possil>ili'.y. The enemy has triumphed! He will, under tbe will extorted from Berenice, hold the entire visible estate of Puul St. Cyr, but these bonds shall not be his!" He clutched them more firmly in his hand, raised them above his head, and rushed towards the flaming gas-jet as h9 spoke. The face at the tranRom had cea?ed smiling now, and a look of vexatious ra^e had settled upon it. As, in desperation and dispair, Cole Winters sprang forward to carry his impulsive resolution into instant execution, I Almon Sears leaped lightly to the floor. Tng-a-ling-ling. . With the bonds of such enormous value 1 %?* = almost within the reach of "the seemingly ' expectant fame, our hero started and y looked abont. Upon the bed sat Hyland, stolid and I immovable. Tring-a-ling-a-liDg. t A glance in another direction revealed thu cause of the noise that had so startled him. Upon the ^all near the window was a I teleonone, the little metallic hammer of i which was still vibrating above the sonorous bell. 1 Throwing the package again upon the table, the joung man Bprane toward the * wonderful instrument which is capable of making the human voice annihilate c distance. F "Hello!" cried he, as ho seized and applied to his ear the trumpet whose office J | it is to multiply, until audible to the huI Mftn ?ar ths faint, vibratory EOUcds of t the telephone proper. c "Hello!" came in almost instant re- a 6ponf>e. "Is that the Lake Street Station?" "They've made a mistake," thought v Cole, "and connec:ed with Hyland's private instrument." B He understood that the police department had a telephone system of its own, ^ I connecting the police stations, street tele- { phone boxes, and quarters of detectives, with the central station in the City Hall. ? "Is that the Lake Street Station?" re- Q peated the voice through the telephone. "Yes," responded Cole, who felt that if a little prevarication was ever admissible D it was upon an occasion like this. He did not expect to learn anything of importance, but feared that that fact that t some one had been speaking through the e private telephone of the dement detective, might become known if he corrected j, the mistake, and a raid be ordered. B "Write down an order." * "All right." "Instruct the men as fast as they re* . port at the different boxes to look for F Almon Sears, whose description has been published in connection with the St. Cvr t murder. He's wanted as one of the principals in that job. Got that?" "les." -All rightl* " "Hello! Hello!" b "What is it?" "Ie there a good case against SearB?" "Clear as daylight; straight as a gunbarrel I" "Any one squealed?" f "Yea." t "Who?" ? "Martin Bloom. Ho'b given the whole thing away; and beBideB, Max Morris has ? just been pinched." r "Hashe confessed?" "No, but we've got him dead to rights. The whole three will swingl" 8 "And the one we've been after?Cole Wintera?" ? "He's innocent ab a babe. Oh! One thing more. Take it down." "All right" I "Tell the men to look for Detective Mat Hyland. He's at large and in an 8 insane condition." "I know where he is." ? "Where?" "At his room in the. South Division. ? Send officeis there from the Cottage Grove Avenue Station." "How do you know that?" "A friend of his saw him go np there not long ago." t "All right." a With a look of triumph on his fac? i Cole Winters stepped back from the instrument through which he had just re- n ceived such welcome intelligence. ii "Ti v i" /.,;?/? Then he thought of Berenice, lost to a him forever, and. covering his face with e his hands, eank down upon the bed be- ri side Hyland. t For some time the two men, both beclouded, the one in the mind, the other 1 in the heart, Rat silent, listless. c Suddenly our hero was aroused from hiB mournful soliloquy by a rapping upon the door. * Id an instant he had unlocked and ) thrown it open. As he expected, he was confronted by ? & man in tee uniform of a police officer, behind whom stood another in the garb 0 of a citizen. ' "Where's Hyland?" a9ked the blue- * coated individual. ? "There." 1 As Cole turned and pointed toward the c detective the hindmost man sprang forward and seized him by the arm. Before the young man could exert his ? feeble strength in the way of resistance c he heard a snap and saw and felt a pair 1 of handcuffs close upon his wrists. "DuDed! Fool that I am!" Cried Cole * Winters, in accents of despair. The man who had placed the gyves v upon his wrists wns Martin Bloom, while UO UWW lOVU^UMJUU VMW BVWMAAUg fV??WV officer as Almon Sears, bis mortal enemy I 0 chapter xxi. o a great surprise. Right od both points," sneered the ^ burly burglar, as he pushed our hero rudely back. "You're a fool, and you've r been duped." h "Cole. Winters is a6 innocent as a babe,f laughed Sears. B " And Martin Bloom's triven the whole t: snap away," added Jhat individual, joining in the languor. Ab for Cole, he said nothing. JJis C0T1* ,j sternalion and disgust were too to pdmit of his making nny reply to the taunts and jeers hurled at him by the heartless twain. a . "Ihought you were talking with police headquarters, did you?" asked Sears, when he bad endeavored in vain to ob. tain a word from Hyland, who sat uncon. * cerned and unobserving. "Open the door. Mart, and let the guy see how it was done." Bloom produced a key with which he unlocked the door which communicated with the adjoining apartment. Then he returned, seized Cole rudely * by the arm, and followed his comrade in ^ crime through the open doorway. 11 "There's th? little joker. We've got a private circuit of our own." 1 Sears pointed to the opposite side of the room where a telephone was fastened ? against the wall. Like a flash. Cole realize J how he had been deceived. J His instrument had been conneoted J" with the one before him, and he had been ? carrjing on a conversation with his enemy. ? "You are hardly up to ibe standard of * a reporter for ooe of the leading morning * papers of metropolitan Chicago," re- , marked the younger of the villians, with ^ a mocking laugh. ? "Did you count the bonds?" aBk?d t Bloom, suddenly. ^ "Count them! I didn't as inuoh as take them!" c "You'ro a chump! Bttsiness before I pleasure, money before revenge!" r But Alrncn Sears did not bear his fel- J low criminal. He had passed into the t room where the detective sat. j "Furies!" he shouted, a moment later. c "What's wrong?" demanded Bloom, who g had followad his partner, drawing his t manacled prisoner after him. "What's wrong? Everything's wrong! e The bonds " ( "Yoa don't mean " c "That they're gone? That's what I 1 do." I "Ho^ could that be?" t "He has thom." In an instant Sears had darted forwara and was rummaging the pockets of the f unresisting detective. 1 With a cnrse the baffled murderer Btarted buck. 1 ) "The powers of darkness are agaiust i as!" he Bbouted. "They wers on that I table less than a minute ago, now they j are goue." "He may have thrown them out of < the e." suggested Bloom, pointing to tba 1 one window which was open a little t ways. ? ^ Without the loss of a second Sears was leaning out and gaziug far down an open | court beneatb. | 1 It was unlighted. save that numerous ' < t amps and. gas-jets shown through the rindows of tenements below. "Do you see them?" asked^loom im>atiently* "I see'something white. I believe it'i hem." "I'll go for them!" "No! Wait here! I'll bef back Boon!" Sears rushed frantically forward, uoocked the outer door, and rushed forth nto the hall. "You propose to stay and be duped as have been?" "Do I? Not much! I can't trust A1 nth that fortune!" A moment later and he had rushed lown after his companion, taking the irecaution, however, to lock the door. "Kyland, Hylandl" cried Cole. "Rouse 'ourself!" The detective, thus appealed to, sprang o his feet, and, with sometning of his Id-time intelligence, looked wonderinglj round. "Unlock these handcuffs! Quick, 01 re're lost!" Hyland looked at the steel bracelets nd began groping in his pooket. In a moment he had produced a small :ey, with which he was trying to unlock he manacles. In vain his efforts, however. His handi rere clumsy, his sight seemed defective, nd he was unable to insert the key. Oar hero uttered a groan of anguish as le realized the utter impotency of hia infortunate companion. "Let me try!" At these words, Cole turned, oxpeoting o see the mocking fac9 of one of hii nemies. Instead, however, he was confronted iy the man who had so strenuously inisted that he was a near relative?Jerry loore. "Without another word the dwarf, who iad appeared from behind the bed where ie had been in hiding, snatched the diainutive key from the nerveless hand of he detective, and in a moment hud removed and thrown the fetters to the floor. "How come you here?" iisked Oole, ua oon as he had recovered somewhat from lis profound astonishment. "I followed them in. I've been watchag 'em all day. I'm slick, I am." "What's to be done?" "This way!" Jerry rushed into the adjoining room, ollowed by Cole, who was half guiding, lalf dragging Hyland after him. Producing a number of false keys, the ;uide thrust one of them into the lock of , door connecting with still another oom. He turned the piece of steel around nd paused, with his hand on the knob. "I wouldn't do this," said he, "not for nyone livin' 'cept my own flesh and ilood?little Milty Moore." With this he threw open the door, and lushed hie two companions forward. The two uttered a simultaneous cry of stonishment. Then our hero sprang forward and aught in hia arms the pale, fluttering orm of the girl he loved above all on V?r? Pnron <na Rt f!vr CHAFTEK XXII. CONCLUSION. Cole "Winters fairly staggered ander he weight of the fair girl, whose crnel ,nd untimely death he had so despairncly mourned. This was not due to physical weak, ess alone. Ecstatic joy hnd contributed ts part. He h?d tried to resign himself o the greatest of earthly losses?a pure nd loving heart - and in the midst or his truggles the bitter cap of woe and des&ir had been unexpectedly dashed from lis hand. Suddenly the raptures of the two united overs was broken by a low and ? eouliar ryOur hero turned in alarm, and saw that t had proceeded from Mat Hylaad. The touch of the magic waud of an Lrabian enchanter could not have worked , greater change than was visible in the >earing, but more particularly in the face if the detective. , A glance was sufficient to inform our inraptured hero that he was insane and lemented no longer. Intelligence flashed n hie eye, and indignation und decision ompressed his mouth. The numerous recent exciting events, mlminating in a sight of the beautiful irl whnsn mnrdared fnther he had tin. lertaken to avenge, bad so shooked bis tervous system as to ennble bim to throw iff tne lethargv that bad 60 loDg paralyzed lis brain. "Winters!" cried be, as be sprang for. rard and seized onr hero's band. "You are recovered?" "Quite. Your case will be a clear oce, ow." At that moment footsteps were heard n the stairs without. "They are returning," whispered Moore, oanely. "Wait here." With this he passed into the next oom, taking care to close tc.e door after im. An instant later and Ihe two villains, ccompanied bv the third member of the riangle of crime, Max Morris, rushed in. "Furies!" slioutcd Bears, as his eye wept ihe two apartments nnd saw Ed ign of the manacled prisoner nnd balfemented detectiy^ be bad left tnera not lany minute? before. "You ber??" shouted Morris, as be saw nd recognized Moore. "At jour Ferrj??." WKnf Ariti. th't n-.A .n? ' "That you commit e I a Bad mistake rhen you procured me to murder Milton Ioore, the son of m/ dead brother." "You're a fooll" "I have been, you mean " With this he drew a revolver. But he did not shoot. Before be could ring it into position there was a report, nd a shot, fired by Sere or Bloom, t was never decided whicb, pierced his leart. Another moment the rooms wers hronged with police officers, who seared the three plotting murderers, bough not without a desperate struggle. Their presence there was easily ex> lained. Jerr<r Moore had located the ew headquarters of the triangle, who ad chosen that place knowing that the ext room had long been used by fiyland, nd hoping that he would soon return here, and perhaps give them a clew to he missing louds, which they had deided h id somehow come into his hands, erry had also discovered that Berenice it. Cyr was a captive there, and had noitied the police, whom be had preceded, hat the raid might be as effective as )ossible. At first the prisoners affected innoence, but when tbey were confronted by Ivland, in the full possession of his aind and memory, they weakened, and tlorris endeivored to swallow the conents of a phial containing a deadly loisoa. He was defeated in his suilidal attempt, and the three were hurried Lway to cells in the ne irest police staion. They were given an immediate trial ind convicted of the murder of Paul St. Dyr. Soon afterward, they were exesutod in the county jail. Thus ended he trio oH desperate murderers, who will >e long remembered as the famous Trimble of Crime. TTiion the body of ifty-nino Donds, for tho possession of which the murder hid been committed. Mat Hyland is a detective no loueer. His services in tho St. Cyr case secured lis promotion to a police captaincy, a -vrvuiwLi/.li Y\u mill fill rritli P.rA'lifc both to himself and the fcreat municipality that employs him. The body found and buried as that of >ur heroine had been procured by the villains. and ho dressed nnd adorned with he jewelry of Berenice as to be identified Fitb great certainty. In the meantime, Sears had kn]3t her a prisoner with the intention of forcing her into a marriage when be had been able to convert the estate into money, and leave .he country .. the troth about the St. Cyr murder mystery came out. Cole Winters became the lion of the hour. He retained the reportorial stftr, and entered at once upon the active life of a journalist, in which he iB bound to rise. Our fair Berenice mourns her fond old father most 6incerely, and will ever cherish and keep tjreen his memory. This I would be a sad and gloomy place were grief never assuaged and tears never dried. I Time will, no doubt, nccomplish both fo? her, and the day is not far distant when Cole Winter* will leid her to the altar. Let us wish them all the happiness deserved by two truthful, Bincere. and loving hearts. TEMPERANCE. TEE GBEATEST CUB8E. At last it biteth like a seipent and stingeth like an adder?Alcoholic Poison. The gi?iat gorgon of misery and incubus on our civilization?Alcoholic Poison. The great destroyer of mutual confidence, and corrupter of judicial integrity?Alcoholic Poison. The extinguisher of beauty and destroyer nfmanlv vicnr?Alcoholic Poison. The prolific enemy of affection and blight | of happy homes?Alcoholic Poison.?Demorest'a. WINE IS A MOCKEn. ~~ The drink habit Is often quickly and easily formed. How insidiously it grows upon men. It steals in upon men as slyly as the fox, and when it gets a man in its full power It tosses him about like a strong lion. We once read of a young rabbit that slipped into a garden of cabbages. The garden was Inclosed with a wire fence. The young rabbit had a good and jolly time in that garden as he feasted daily on the luscious cabbage. He had heard of the danger of traps and wire fenced, but. he did not seem to see any Immediate danger around him, so he concluded to remain all summer in that delightful place. The more he ate ef the cabbage the larger he grew. He never dreamed that he might grow too large to get out through the hole he came in at. But that was just precisely the danger that was soon to overtake him. He fattened daily upon the delicious food. He soon became as large as a grown rabbit, but the oniy hole of escape didn't grow a tit larger. One day he heard tho footfall of a iEan coming into his garden, and he concluded he would slip out and disappear in the bushy swamp. So he ran to the hole be came in at, and lo! and behold, his body; had grown entirely too large to squeeze out through it. Now what? Ah, he is so surrounded by the wire net as to fall an easy prey to the owner of the garden. He was caught and killed. The application to the dram drinker is easy. Every dram he drinks is putting up the wire fence of the confirmed habit of drunkenness. His appetite is growing insensibly. Like the rabbit, he has a jolly time for awhile and sees no sign of danger. After a while something occurs which alarms him about his safety. He resolves to get out of his wire fence of dram drinking, but lo! he finds that his liquor appetite has grown from a babe to a giant, holding him firmly in the grasp. Thin aimnla nnr.lhlft tells the Storv Of thou ? sands who are to-day passive slaves to the 'wine cup. "Wine is a mocker," and a cunning deceiver. HOW WOMEN OUTWITTED A BUMSELLEB. It was toward the close of the war, The boys from the front were coming home to Moore's Hill, Ind. The college- halls that had been deserted at the first calT'&tthe bugle were to be peopled again. The town's life was to be taken up again where it had been left off. and the people had turned face expectantly to the future, says a correspondent of the Commercial Gazette. Quick to see that the growth of the college meant business opportunity to the town, at this very time a man established a saloon in the place. The news Bpread through the village, "a grog-shop has been opened." You may imagine the sensation that it stirred?a grog-shop in Moore's Hill?and the worthy old president of the college in his catalogue referring to the community as a moral one, j where "such a thing as a saloon would not be 1 tolerated for an instant." The problems of the dark days of the war, the struggles with poverty at the hearthside, equalled only by those other struggles where cannon roared, had sharpened the wits and quickened the wills of the women of Moore's Hill. In '65 with them to hear was'to think, to think was to act; and the first customer had scarcely entered Moore's Hill's new 'caloon before the door was darkened bv a woman's figure. She was the spokesman for her neighbors? come to buy out the shop, and In her hand she held the purchaso money. "But I ain t here to sell "out. I've pot to make a living, and I'm goingto make it. I've got as much right in Moore's Hill as you have, and money won't make me get out." Thus spoke the. keeper. If the potency of money had failed to oust him, one would conclude that the attempt was over. By no means! A private meeting was held, where was evolved the most novel metEoi ;of war?are ever wasgd by woman against man. Next morning, before the astonished barJjecp?r could interpose, a file of solemnfaced, determined women passed through the door of the saloon, and having arranged themselves deliberately about the room, drew out their work bag", and adjusted their etwlhg caps. A customer now ah then straggled in at the door. He glanced sheepishly along the walls at the awful sight that stared JiJm <njhe facg. fumbled out a few remarks about the weather, the crops, and darted out into the fresh air. The village doctor peered through the door, and fled over the hills so fast that, tradition says, tho boys might hava played nine-pins upon his coat tails. Thus it went?rather, one should say, thus went th? niiatnmpre At. nnnn not .1 dram of JiCiUOr had been sold. The women had determined to knit the saloon out of town! Twelve brought a fresh relay of knitting women, buf the saloon keeper, poor man, had no relief forco, and he stood at his post all day long, unassisted. At six in the evening the throng of the morning appeared again ; and the next morning the keeper saw once more his friends of the afternoon. Twice he tried to smoko his unwelcome visitors away, thrice he tried to lock them in ; but ho always failed. For days the unequal conllict raged. Meantime, no customer dared run the gauntlet; business was at a standstill. The needles flew unceasingly: the wj'len stockings grew and grew, and the saioon owner unconditionally surrendered. Tlie knitting needle is mightier than tho demijohn, or words to that effect! Now to make this narrative of a local legend romantic, one need only add that the despised and persecuted. the outwitted und outknitted vendor of liquors became one of the best known . ?nd most liked citizens of the community , and such is the fact. TESIFERANCE NEWS AXD NOTES. The temperance people of Muskegon, Mich., are building a $4000 temple. The W. C. T. U.. of Tittsburg, Penn., have had a "coffee wagon" made to accompany the city lire department. One of tho most hopeful signs of the steady advance of Prohibition sentiment is to be found among collegiate young men. In the present English House of Commons them are fivfi Goo;! Templars, and it is be Jiuvru uiul 111-5 uuuuiv i */i uiviuuvw v total abstainers is about sixty. Mrs. Helen L. Bullock. National W. C. T. U. Organizer, has added 500 to the membership of tho Woman's Christian Temperance Union during her recent series of engagements in the Southern States. Tho W. C. T. U.. of North Carolina, have purchased a plot of ground at Waynesville, upon which they will erect a suitable structure for tho Mary Allen West School,of Methods. ML?s Wiliard has contributed $25 to the project. According to Rev. Dr. Dawson Burns, of London, who is a standard authority on temperunce questions, the Irish spend ?11 per head, the Scotch $15.14 per head, and the English $19.16 per head for liquors annually. This upsets some old and general notions on the subject of the drinking habits of different Nations. <PIG STICKING, QUICK WORK AT AN ABATTO: NEAR NEW YORK. Tnrnlng a Squealing WeBtcjra H in Three Minutes Into a Clean-shaven Candidate for Market. >aaa^( WRITER in t 'tt " a New York S A says: We ci fbeat Chicago her own special . ?pigBtickin Ton know when Chicago m wants to make t Eastern man f< | small he begins Baying, "We've g more big hoi than New To has." Yon mt tion the Wald< and the Savoy, t Plaza, the Impe al, and so on, flabbergasting him naming three to his one, and then says, "Well, we have got better r | taurantB than you have." Yon nai | seven or eight to*his one, and then mentions this, that and the other f< ble Chicago imitation, nntil finally comes to pig sticking, and then y take off your hat, honestly believi that he has yon whipped on that o thing. But he hasn't, and he net has had, and he probably never wi Yon don't know that he hasn't mert because there are so many more pie ant things to look at than abattoirs this neighborhood that yon have t glected to inform yourself. Pigsticki places being Chicago's chief. amti ment houses, the Chicago man ca: very well help being informed abc the business, and he leaves you triumph to convince the next Easte man that Chicago excels in at least o thing. ~ This story and the accompai ifig illustrations will fully make up i your neglect, and when you have re * mb. pio, 3:21:22. it you will be equipped to combat t Chicago man in all his arguments a: do the triumphant departing yourse leaving him disconsolate with t knowledge that even at pig sticking is only a second rater. All the pigs that we stick, of couri are Western stock, most of them frc .the suburbs of Chicago. They get the abattoir, which is on the west ba: of the Hackensack River, by? thi railroads. There are a thousand or of them in the pens all the time, h no pig ever stays longer than the til than it takes him to eat and digest o square meal. That is long enough f him to get over the excitement of 1 railroad journey. Then he starts i another journey, and once he starts never stops until the end. The Si reporter and tho able artist who dr< the accompanying pictures selected the representative to be special watched in this final journey, a fir brown-haired gentleman pig, fat a good natured, as will be seen by tl portrait. I i~r 3 il. - ^11 ? i.' ne came aown me auey uum t pen \*ith .forty companions with driver armed with a sharp stick a: yelling "Ho. ho! Hay, hay, yo after them. Mr. Pig was slow. T driver poked him and repeated t slogan." '"Ho. ho! Hay, hay, yo which means "Get along; hurry up At the end of the alley the whole for ' r? *' <r mb. no, 3:21:23. ( dashed through a little opening to very email pen, in which 6tood a m with an armful of hooks handy. T1 was exactly 3 o'clock 21 minutes a 22 seconds. The man grabbed a ho with remarkable dexterity; he had t chain attached to the off hind leg a the hook attached to a winding chai A man who -worked the winding che pulled the lever. Mr. Pig emitted Bq;;eal thr.t was heard across the rivi Tho second picture shows him 3 :21:23, just one second after his p< V- ,\v\ A c l-i a \ron f nn f huxo \>ao laivuu. j.jlo uu <tvm? chain swinging free, he banged agaii the Bide of the building. Perhaps stunned him, but it wasn't meant 1 He stoppe t squealing a moment. At t top of the hook, which was around ] leg, was another hook, in which tin Aias a metal wheel. As he came ev with the man at the lever the upj hook was fitted to a sloping track si pended from the roof, and along tl | track Mr. Pig started head down. All this was a good deal quicker th it takes to tell it, for at 3 :21:24, t' Beconds after his portrait was taken, was opposite the official sticker, w stood on a raised platform, and, as jV Pig came along, grubbed him by t ear, twisted him into proper positic and jabbed the keen-beaded knife ic his throat at just the proper point sever the main artery. Mr. Pig emitt a equeal more terrific than any befo: the official sticker let go of his ear, a he started down the track again kicki jy and squealing. He traveled thjrty feet. H< ,f His struggles had been reduced to an ne V occasional kick. pu IB The next man who touched him -was vre ... called the dropper, and he is an expert mt ? ? : fu l . dr ?*i r -It th j If , wl ' ! ' i f I en \\ * i I )l,!i ; / ' th i ( .; i I h .Irk 'f! .U.s h11 he; Z an Sr | I j ; | , j .\f Jl ~ V V ; at] /^S?; cl( an ill DO ' ^ te MB. fig, 3:21:24 ?e- i he on pig death signs. The end of the ou track is directly over a hnge tank of n6> scalding water. The dropper stands 1 ne there. He loosens the hook in which / rer the pig's leg is fast the moment the animal is dead. Mr. Pig was declared ;ly dead in thirty-eight seconds. ? ^ At 3:22:02 he took the next step in final journey. The picture shows him he ie" entering the scalding water. Two men, sti nS armed with long sticks, are on a plat- th s?" form by the ttib, poking in the water w< n't and driving along the bodies to a big >ut open scoop or lift which is at the end th ^ of the tank. This scoop is worked by w! rn machinery. A heavy weight holds it an ne down in the water until the body of a co lJ" pig poked down from the dropping ? lOr nnint flnata flWP it. Th^n ft IfiVflr fs ad polled and the scoop comes up. catching the pig and tossing it over on fee scraping board. Mr. Fig reached the scoop in fifty-eight seconds at 3:23. Having been tossed out, two men i seized him by the fore and hind legs. ; The hot water had made the hair loose, / and they slide their hands down over I the legs and strip them clean, while a third man fastens another hook into 11 ^ the hole in the throat made by the V sticker. Another lever is pulled, and the chain is wound up, pulling the pig into the official scraper. Mr. Pig ~~ entered it one second after he left the water. The official scraper from the outside looks like a high boiler. The interior is lined all around with spring cups. The pig as he is pulled up ^ presses these cups apart, and they ^ press against him hard enough to take -? 3e> take nearly all the hair off his body. )m Mr. Pig had gone twenty-five feet to the top of this official scraper in ex- x^ actJy ten seconds. J < ee ut J/'\l ll * 1 ne W i fy jjl ]' I efi do _ n I ge 1 r ^S:?figjg | ? MB. PIG, 3:22 :02. '? At 3:23:10 he was seen swinging put and coming down tail first on the end of the chain. The picture shows him, ~ and it also shows what happened in the I next few seconds. He was seized by the scuttlers. They were armed with i hand cups. While a boy unfastened the chain and hook from his throat, ; the scuttlers ran their hand cups over /\ff wV?of Vioit* inoro woe XXllli, baAlUjJ UU VIUUV V .... ; left. They were still at it -when the ! hook -was loose, and Mr. Kg began sliding down the inclined and slippery .; boards. He slid to the barbers or shavers. It is their business to shave . off all the bristles that haven't come off with the hair. Mr. Pig didn't stop with them. They had knives which operated with incredible swiftness. As he slid by the knives reached every part of his body and every bristle was shaved off. At the end of the inclined plane ^ stood two men known as hangers up. ' When Mr. Pig reached them one seized him about the body and held him down while the other fastened a wood brace with a hook on the end between ? his hind legs in such a manner that the 1 a legs were spread wide apart. The m? a.n hook and brace were equipped with a wheel which was on another suspended n' track, and as soon as Mr. Pig was fast ?k he began another ride of twenty feet ( k? to a platform on which stood two men y0 with knives. He was split and dressed '? in three seconds after he rcached them, llD and at 3 :24:10 he had passed the men RC a and had reached the washer. * ibr: ?KMXES'b,? ,m __!_( w J 7 CU- Tr r tMJM ;": ?? i I i Ke Z i t ?~1E" Ak? mb. pig. 3 :23 :00. sol rr. ?? ea< he The next picture shows him there." | mt ?n, Gallons of water froru a big hose were ha to squirted into him. He went on a foot thi to further. Another man with a knife th: ed scraped him outside and in and sponged re, him. He slid on ten feet, and a boy i nd stopped him at a point on the track lie ng which was attached to a pair of scaloa. fa* - ; 7V - ' '< ' \ ' ; ^ \ 3 waited then Just a second, until th | xt victim was ready. Then he wu shed on ten feet further. His sight had been registered above. A) in with a long iron hook and handle itened the hook to the wood and) agged him out of the building on ft ird suspended track to a waiting car,.} lere you see him at 3:24:22 at the d of his journey, as pork. Exactly! ree minutes elapsed from the time 3 first portrait was taken until that tist caught his last That beats Chi-1 go, and the work was a good deal tter done, for in Chicago they don't' ian the hair from the legs, and the* ashing is not as perfect. ? 4 J Li I I ^j. '* ' f /&9 mr. PIo, 3:23:10. Four hundred pigs are killed every} , >v ur of the twenty-four at this pig-j eking establishment. That is morel an six a minute, and only one sticker! >rks at a time. He is<a chapipion. i Not the least interesting thing about e business is the blind stupidity -with.' lich the pigs rush into the fatal pen,: *: d the quickness with which they dia-j ver their mistake and make vain/ MB. no, 8^24 :10.^ ' orts to escape. Once in awhile they t out of the little pen. Once out, ey are not got back in a hurry. lere is another pen near the small e, -which is filled with pigs. It holds ree times as many pigs as the other,j d into it the escaping pig goes. When the email pen is empty it is! led again from this pen, and this pen: ain is filled, from the alley. Itisre;ed that one pig which escaped from'1 e small pen succeeded in living in' is other pen a whole week before he ? finally driven to death. He had; thing to eat in the meantime. The movement of the pork toward ?-n begins at 10 o'clock in the even-; g. Train load after train load is agged into the depot, and then un-' ided on trucks drawn by four or six! 1 >5 ' * 3 lj ''''' ^ '* iK ywf//ll- . WM/ll fore, 3:24:22. rses, and so brought across the ry. The meat is on salo in the' irkets at 5 o'clock in the morning.' New York Sun. A Wonderful Piece of Carving. One of the greatest works of Henry rbruggen is the carved pulpit of the' md parochial church at Bruesela ( e whole design is an allegorical :ne. At the base are Adam and Ever 3 size, expelling the angel, while ? , im Death himself may be seen hovng in the rear. The first pair bear on their shoulders a hollow globe, ? cavity being the place where the 2acher htands while delivering his mons. From the globe rises a tree staining acunopy, which in turn suprts two figures, one of nn angel and i other of a female representing nth. Above all this is the Virgin il the infant Jesus crushing the Herat's head with a cross.?St Louis public. There's Money in Hogs. rhere is money in hogs this season.1 * farmer near this city not long ago* (1 150 hogs, averaging 173 pounds ?h, at 7 J cents per pound. This ans the sum of ?1848 for that small nd of porkers. This is as much as j steadiest laboring man saves io ree years.?Visalia (Cal.) Delta. . ' Gladstone is said to be a great be^ ver in the efficacy of eggs for breakit, of which he partake heartily, t