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|jBSMflEHS|ifflfl^ sleek knave
SMfftffBWlTO t~4nA a ruD?"
IBKaiBBffllMiiWiWBKlM^ailable funds low,"
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from side to side 2nd
^^^flH^^^HK^inking again into insensibility,
^Maj^B^Jroe crafty, eager scoundrel pressed
hEpk|?close.
"Yes, yes!" he urged, "pay them! you
mean?"
"He's gone!" fairly shrieked the old
clerk, recoiling, as with a gasp the banker
~ fell back rigid.
"With a serious face Arnold Dacre felt
over his heart, with a blank one he arose
?;>'- to his feet, scared, white to the lips.
v "1 hardly counted on this," he muttered.
"That blow on bis temple did it.
QuicK.' Wharton?the false statement.
Hand it here."
"Oh, Mr. Dacre," whimpered the clerk,
bat he extended .1 folded document.
"Put it in his pocket," ordered Dacre
rapidly. "Come, *)e brisk, it's no trifling
aoltter for you and I now. Since he's
dead, we'll havt to face the music. The
statement will fix all the blame on him."
"Don't! don't!-1 can't," chattered the
wretched Wharton, coweriDg by the side
01 toe COUCQ. "JUUVts mncu uiui?
don't blast his rr.putation!"
Arnold DacreV face flamed like that of
a demon.
"You sneak! You poltroon!" he hissed,
"if you don't instantly obey'me, I'll betray
who you were, what you were
when I took you in hand."
"Mercy!" Rasped the half insane clerk,
"I'll do it I'll do X Oh! why did I
, ever come here!"
His trembling, unsteady hands sought
to press the paper into the inside pocket
of the dead man's coat. Sacrilege to the
dead, his eyes were glaj ing with terror,
he was babbling like an idiot driven
Xrantic with fright
"I can't get it in," he whined?"the
pocket's full." I
"Empty it, then," commanded Dacre,
his eyes expressing excited thought in a
?. J?i n\*?i
perilous uijeraiiiik uum uu?
What? indeed! for the old clerk's mood
had suddenly changed. He had arisen
to his feet and was glaring'wonderingly
at a huge wallet, which he h.id just removed
from Abel Merwyn's pocket
"Look!" he panted, "He meant this
, "What are you talking about," demanded
Dacre irritably.
"He said save the bank?pa). He
must have 6nspected or feared. See?
money, bonds, deeds!"
John Wharton spread open the wal.et.
T? Killo nf lon.a
At UUI?CU TTI Via VJiig v/x iui^v
denomination, stocks, certificates, rov*
ernment bonds. Dacre, with an eager,
avaricious cry, sprang to his side ana1
gazed, too.
"Where did he got it?" he cried.
"Enoutrh to save the bank ten times
over. Why!" as his eyes lit on the en
dorsement of the document, "it's Flora
Merwvn's fortune."
~ "is it?'' murmured Wharton. "What
of it? She would direct its use as he ordered.
Pay Mr. Dacre! Save the bank
?protect mis man s name irom .miamy.
I'll tell the mob we'll open the doors,
we'll?"
"You idiot!" cried Dacre, boiling over
at the bare hint. "Do you imagine I'm
a raving lunatic, with that wealth in our
power, to Rive it up? It's what I've
plotted for, It's the reward we've schemed
for. Give it here?elve it up. I tell you!
it's mine."
With a wail, baffled in his last hopeful
struggle for atonement, the man of one
bad deed and many good impulses, reeled
as though thrust by a tyrant's hand
back into the mire of guilt and wretchedness
he had sought to escape.
"It's mine, I tell you, all mine!" cried
X'cl' IU, njw apai nniK, ^iuqiiiik tjw ouiveying
the precious spoil he had wrested
from his hireling.
"No, it is mine!"
As if dealt a sudden blow the villain
recoiled, as if fascinated by a spiritual
visitant the old clerk reeled back.
A small, graceful hand, that of an intruder
who had just noiselessly entered
the room from the covered passage way
leading to the banker's home, was
stretched out, and its fair white finesrs
closed about the precious pocket-book.
And, whiter than the shapely hands,
a face regarded the baffled, amazed
plotter with a jrlance or mingled indignation,
anguish, and resolve.
He cowered as before a stern tribunal.
T.iii-o an nnrnainff ansel summoning him
to the bar of Judgment, there stood before
bim the fair, bereaved creature he
had so cruelly wronged?Flora Merwyn,
the banker's daughter.
CHAPTER VI.
TDK CRITICAL MOMENT
Arnold Dacre felt the wallet and Its
precious contents slip from his nerveless
hands, and he powerless to combat a
grasp far weaker than his own.
Master of the situation complete a moment
previous, enriched beyond his most
anguine expectations by a curious freak
of fate, at the high tide moment of sue
cess iiuu viuiuij, uis' uviu v, uisasuer uuu
suddenly crossed his unholy schemes.
For one glance at the white face of the
girl before him. one look into the
depths ot those accusing eyes, told that
Flora Merwyn knew all.
Ali, at least, that the villain's la?t
words bad revealed. Appearing noiselessly
at the door at a critical moment,
she had crossed its threshold as the careless
self-implicating words of ttie cashier
revealed his true iniquity as a would-bo
thief, and verrified the dark insinuations
of Ray Webster that his base hand had
wrought all the trouble that was wreckJug
three devoted lives.
jHfflyMBilM unwillingly
gwB|^?B|ffl^H^^Honrient, even the
MMMMMKM re of Dacre hitufor
the lover whom
WSajaSaSKm^'i, anxiety for the father
RffjpSj^TpoQ the couch an intervon MHj^^Fnerci
fully hid from her view,
t at the duplicity of the twocrag^^^retches
before her, enobled the
^PTtural dignity of Flora Merwyn's character.
Like an angry queen her eyes
scanned them, like an injured woman
she held them, baffled, beaten, under the
domination of her Hashing, accusing
glauce of indignation and reproach.
She drew tne pociceioooK irom me unclosing
fingers of the overwhelmed Dacre.
She shuddered at the contaminating
contact of his relaxing clutch, but
she steeled her heart to weakness.
"I know your plots. I know you unmasked!"
she said simply. "It is you
who have brought about this trouble at j
the bank. Stand aside?unlock the front '
doors. I will tell those men the truth!"
"You never shall!"
Her intentions he readily divined. She j
would denounce him as a thief, a swind- {
ler, as the lying hypocritical villain ho i
truly was. She would restore confidence
iu ber honored father's name; she would
disburse the ready cash contained in the
wallet she had secured.
This, the weak, blind-folded beiiiR
he had hoped to dazzle and win, or
frighten into becoming his wife, when
grief and despair had left het
no other alternative to save a
father's good name and life! That portion
of his fabric of fraud and selfishness,
the irate plotter saw crumble tc
ruins. The intended victim of his
avarice had arrayed herself as a cham{
pion, a courageous, undaunted foe in the
battle of wrong against right
Compromise, there was none in that
dauntless face, erowc strangely stern
and heroic. The child had become a
woman?the victim an avenger.
"Do not touch me?stand back, monster!
thief!" cried Flora, with slowing
eyes, as Dacre made a movement as if to
seize her forcibly. "When my fathei
returns?"
The schemer started. In a flash the
truth dawned upon him. Flora Merwyu
did not know of the arrival of the
banker, of the last tragic episode of the
hour. She had, it seemed, arrived upon
the scene only in timo to catch Dacre's
words relating to the wallet. He stepped
aside, he pointed to the couch.
"Your father,." ho said, "lies there.
They have killed hira?"
With the quickness of lightning, the
girl's heart took a vivid alarm at the
harsh, blunt words. Her eyes directed
towards the couch, a 9chock that seemed
to unhinge every nerve in her body convulsed
futnrfi.
One wild shriek rane from her lips,
piercing, heart-broken, agonized. Her
face turned ghastly, the horrified eyes
distended. She tottered forward with
outstretched arms.
"Father ? father! my murdered
father!"
A suffocating sob checked further utterance.
The wallet fell from her nerveless
fingers, and. her hands pressed to
her eyes as if to shut out the gory vision
before her, Flora Merwyn reeled and
fell an inert heap to the floor.
Arnold Dacre breathed moro freely at
the complication that had diverted the
attention of Flora from her announced
purpose of unmasking his villainy. As
ho gazed alternately from father tn
daughter, however, with bent brows, his
i'icc took a deeper, more serious frown
than ever.
n impulse seemed to como to his
rair.d, as he regarded the wallet and its
scattered contents, to sieze all the available
funds in sight and fly precipitately.
A thought of the sure pursuit that
would follow, however, a lonaing glance
at the beautiful face of Flora Merwyn,
checked the impulse. Then his wont<?d
boldness returned to him, bringing the
color back into bis face, and assurance
to his sinister eyes.
"Only a girl!'' he muttered between hit
teeth. "With time tocover my tracks,tc
get her to a safe retreat, I can leave at m^
will with a clear record. No, I will make
no foolish run for liberty, with a howling
mob after me. It would be a confession
of guilt. I will face the music. J
will find some way to silence her lips.
Wharton!"
Resolution in his face, Dacre approached
the old clerk and touched him
sharply on the shoulder.
John Wharton looked up, a vacant,
dazed look in his eyes. For a minute
or two, a9 he passed his trembling
hands aimlessly over his face, he resembled
a person just recovering from a
shock of terror that had well-nigh unbalancedjthe
mental faculties.
"Come! rouse yourself and don't set
there like a block of stone," spoke Dacre
irritably. "You see what has occurred.
She knows!"
"If you'd only pay the depositors,"
began Wharton, gaspingly,
"No more of that!"ordered the cashier,
sierniy. 'vome. man, uav? sume kuw
Never mind gaping at those two?one is
"beyond our help or harm, the other I'll
attend to. I'll guarantee her silence,
never fear. All you have to do is your
part"
"What is?my part?" faltered the old
clerk.
"Speedy, decisive action. I want you
to leave here at once. You haven't the
nerve to face the situation without
flinching, so I'll undertake that unpleasant
task alone. Now, thap, John Wharton.
it's wealth or misery, freedom or
the penitentiary, just as you elect. Obey
| my orders implicitly, and all will bo
i well, denart from mv instructions in the
j minutest particular, and I clamp down
on you not only on thatcertain dark passage
in the past of your life, but as the
man who altered the books of the bank
and forged those signatures."
"Mercy!" gulped the miserable man,
writhing in agony. "I'll obey vou.
Speak your orders."
Dacre took up the wallet that had fallen
trom Flora Merwyn's hands. This,
and a package or bank notes ana somo
napers which lie drew from his nocket,
he proceeded to do up in a parcel which
lit*, tied securely.
"Take it," he commanded, pressing it
Lpon tho astonished Wharton.
"Why! you don't mean?"
?^nsismnnFtbcr
BImBBKBmWp'servant, agonjSj^SnSaBS^S
a beloved emHHBRMHPPTlosing
a lucrative
age, broken-hearted,
SHagBHKs, witless. Listen!"
BjU|iM|^Hrclosc to h's quivering comB&Ejj^Pinto
bis ears be poured briefly,
the details of bis plan. The
SFlistened with a curiously-working
BeCO.
^ "You understand?'' demanded the
schemer, when he had concluded.
"Yes," choked out Wharton, his face
one void of utter wretchedness. "Depend
on me to end the farce?what you
apportion me will not be difficult for my
brain is reeling now!"
lie uttered a hollow laugh as he
stowed the precious packet away in
I safety. Then, with a haunted iook at
the dead banker, and one of guilty horror
at the inanimate Flora Merwyn, he
stole from the room, muttering to himI
Qnif inonhfirentlv. He had aced ten
"years wiihin two hours.
Arnold Dacre stood iD a thoughtful
pose, once alo.ne. He regarded Flora
Merwyn thoughtfully.
"She knows!" ho muttered, "and that
knowledge is fatal to my every plan.
Whatof it? Sooner or later she must have
known?she will thank me for saving ber
fortune. When I demand her silence
and her love as my price for returning
to her the fortune, for vindicating her
dead father's tarnished reputation, she
will not dare refuse me. I will remove
her to the house, and await her recovery
with patience. Then, to carry out the
farce, the faithful, fearless bank cashier
must remain at his post of duty till the
last!"
He smiled sardonically as he spoke.
Then he started and hurried to the door
communicating with the counting room,
for a new commotion had struck his
quick ear.
The clamor of the crowd had subsided,
but some one was boating on the iron
doors, and a stentorian voice sounded:
"Open! in the name of the law!"
Arnold Dacre paled slightly. He hurried
to the shattered window, and stole a
covert look without.
On the steps stood tho Sheriff of the
/?/viintv a_ lotrnl.lnnlrintr dnr.ament in his
hands.
"I order you to disperse," be was saying
to the crowd. "The court has authorized
me to take formal possession
of the bank until the bank examiner arrives.
Violence can do you no good."
"He is comins: in h-?re!" muttered Dacre
concernedly. "She is bore. Should
she revive before I have time to show my
power over her father she will reveal
all. I must convey her to the housekeeper's
care. Then to meet the Sheriff
with a bold face."
Dacre returned to the private office.
About to lift the senseless Flora in his
arms, tie pausea wuu a shock.
"Mercy!" he ejaculated in a lost tone."
Some one i9 coining from the house."
Yes, the voices of two men reached his
ears. Their conversation told that they
were the Sheriff'9 subordinates, bent on
reaching the eutrenched enemy from the
rear.
Arnold Dacre had but a moment to
act He knew that once formal possession
was given the Sheriff, the latter
would depart, leaving a single officer on
guard.
Time was everything, to silence Flora
Merwyn meant his salvation. He glanced
wildly about him. Then lifting the
concnWc trirl ho hnro h?r straight to the
open vault.
Placing her on the cold stone floor, he
drew the heavy iron door nearly shut.
He Rained the center of the room again
just_as the two officers appeared.
"Here are the keys to the front doors,"
he said simply. ,rYou can admit the
Sheriff."
The latter entered the private office a
minute later.
"This is bad wo: k, Mr. Dacre," he said,
with a concerned glance at the banker.
"It Js no fault of mine." returned
Dacre glibly. "I have been hoping you
would come. I dared not surrender to
that howling, infuriated mob."
"No, you have acted with courage and
discretion," assented the officer. "I
must taKe formal charge here."
"I have some private papers I wisb to
look over in the counting-room?becan
Dacro, planning an opportunity to
get Flora unseen to the house.
"Certainly. I will only station a man
at the outside entrance?that is all?except
to put what assets the safes may
contain in practical possession of the
court,"
And. as he spoke, the Sheriff advanced
towards the vault in which lay the insensible
Flora.
A cold horror wrenched the heart of
the plotter as the officer extended his
hand.
It was to push the massive iron door
shut, turn the knob, and click the combination,
closing in the persecuted, imperiled
Flora Merwyn to a livfog tomb.
[to be continued.]
WUKKINUMEN'S INSURANCE.
Dfiicnm ui uit' nj biciu iu upciauuu **.j
Germany.
Some valuable statistics relative to the
growth in Germany of the workingmen's
insurance system have been received at the
State Department, Washington, from United
States CodsuI Stern at Bamberg. These
societies insure against sickness, accident
and old age, and in the opinion of the consul
have had a beneficial influence upon
the economical and social position of the
German working classes. He says that in
a country like Germany, where low wages
allow but a small fraction of the laboring
classes to put by something for a rainy day,
a great deal "has been accomplished by this
system, which he hopes maybe extended to
other countries. In ten years, from 1885 to
1895, claims to the amount of 8290,015,821
have been paid to 25,001,620 persons, nnd
3250,000 per day is disbursed in such beneUta.
BICYCLE OR CHURCH?
Mctliodiatx In ft Jersey Congregation
Mimt Choose One of the Two.
There is some discord in the Broadway
M. E. Church of Camden, N. J., over the
question of Sunday l>i?ycio riding. Thf
church has over 1000 members, and it is
said that over half of that number ride the
wheel. It is stated that the wheel has le<i
to small attendances at the Sunday services,
and that this caused the official
board of the church to take action. Th<
official board wauts the members who ridf
wheels to either attend services on Sumlaj
instead of going bicycle riding, or go bicycle
riding and sever their connection witt
the church.
A Million to Destroy Locutttg.
Tho Argentine Government has asked
Congress for tho appropriation of ^1,000,
! 000, for tho purpose of destroying th<
I plague of locusts vriiicn tins none su muu
injury to the crops of Argentina. I'rofesso:
Bruner, tho North American scientist, en
gaged by tho Chamber of Commerce to in
vestigato the locust migrations in Soutl
America, has arrived at Buenos Ayres.
mm
marcr* usual yearly
^H^^Hfeaks in the west.
HBlBrhoot and War Dances Potent Cannes
H^Bnf the Red Men's Uprising:?While
Smoking the Pipe of Fellowship In^
dian Orators Arouse the Warlike Spirit.
It is tiie custom, upon the occasion
of each Indian uprising at any of the
Western agencies, to assign some
special cause, differing according to
the circumstances, for tho outbreak.
In the case of the Cheyennes, -who
have been making trouble at the
Tongue River Agency in Montana, it
is said that the disturbance originated
in the murder of a sheep herder by
the Indians because they feared that
he would inform against them for
A GROUP OF 8IOIT
cattle stealing. There can usually be
found, of course, some incident upon
which to fasten the outbreak, but the
real cause of the Indian troubles lies
deeper than this.
At certain times, as the red man
himself says, "Injun's heart gets bad."
-"r " J - - 1 J.V? XIV.
very oixeu, ueciureo mo uon
Tribune, this occurs in the spring,
when the fresh, new grasB has put the
ponieu into perfect condition and when
the nnld weather has caused the ponies'
masters to shake off their winter
lethargy. Then the aforesad "bad"
feeling manifests itself, and the In|
dians desire nothing so much as to go
| ? _ -
LOW DOG.
(A Sioux with a very bad record.)
forth and kill. The killing of human
' beings would be preferable, as furnish!
ing more excitement, but hunting, if it
I is good enough, offers a substitute
; which may be accepted. Thus, as
long as the buffaloes lasted they provided
a means of outlet for the Indian's
surplus destructive energy, but now
thiB resource has disappeared and
there is no other legitimate hunting to
compare with it. So, when the cduncils
and the dances have aroused every
particle of warlike spirit in the hearts
of the young braves, what more natural
than that it should be found easy
to pick quarrels, and that the thirst
for the white man's blood, once ack
w
WHIT]
(A Cheyenne leader prominen
1 quired, should often take n long time
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3 LU I] IICUUU i
1 The ghost dances and the war daDces
[ held in the spring are always more
effective than those at other times of
j the year. The Indians are pleased at
the thought of being nble to hold them
out of doors again, after the close con
finement -which the cold of a Dakota t
or Montana winter enforces. An extra a
r? nrt nn r* + nf T71 STSW ifl infllCflrl iVlA />
ttUiUUiJii v/i u^ui xa aaaa iauVV? ?w v*.v v
savage and grotesque contortions of ]
the dancers, and the spectators gaze j
as if they could not see enough of these f
movements, which are suggestive to r
them of the highest type of valiant c
daring. g
But it is perhaps after the dance is t
ended, when the warriors are seated ?
around in a circle on the ground, that
the fighting desire is worked up most ?
surely and powerfully among them, f
The pipe of good followship is first ?
passed in silence, each Indian taking <
only two or three puffs, and then hand- <
ing it on to his next neighbor. Just <
V.oya if ia i n+o-roatin or tn nntft that, the (
red man does not smoke after the man- '
ner of his white brother. In the whole 1
circuit which the pipe makes its mouth- 1
? GHOST DANCERS.
I 1
j piece is never wet. The Indian merely <
lays the end of the stem against his ]
| lower lip and, with his mouth partly ]
open, draws a deep breath. Remov- |
ing the pipe, he exhales this smoke,
and then perhaps lays the stem to his lip
for a second puflf, but never does he put
! the mouthpiece into his month, in the
common white man's fashion. If asked
to smoke a peace-pipe after a white
man he first wipes off the end of the
pipestem where it has been in the previous
smoker's mouth.
To return to the circle which is
formed after the dance, the smoking,
as was said, takes place in silence.
Then some noted warrior of the band
rises and strides into the centre of the
group. When he has fixed the attention
of all, he begins to recite the brave
deeds which he has accomplished in
war, illustrating his remarks with a
most picturesque variety of gestures,
and certainly allowing his story to lose
nothing in the telling. As he talks,
the eyes of the young braves glow, and
their features work with excitement
and a desire to emulate such achievements.
The fact that the Indian
habitually represses his emotions need
lead no one to doubt their strength,
and the amount of pent-up energy
which is expressed in the attitudes of
these young braves is enough to make
the civilized spectator shudder as he
thinks of the savage expression it
might find.
At the conclusion of the speaking after
all the famous men of the band
have recited similar experiences to
those of the first orator, the excitement
is intense. Then it is, and sometimes
for many days afterward, that the
Indians are to be dreaded, for they
are ready to seize upon almost any
pretext to pick a quarrel with the
whites. It is the opinion of many
people experienced in Indian affairs
that nearlj all of the difficulties arise
from this uncontrollable fighting ardor
of the young men of the tribes. They
have heard their fathers tell so often
the glories of billing the white men
twenty years ago, at the time of the
Custer massacre and other noted fights,
that they feel as if they must also
achieve something .of the sort or forfeit
a reputation for braverv.
An Indian face which is the very
type of cruelty and cunning is that of
the Sioux Low Dog, here reproduced.
His nature does not belie his name, 1
either, for he committed, several years
ago, a particularly horrible murder
upon a United States mail carrier.
The unfortunate man was going to
Fort Buford, on the line between
North Dakota and Montana, and near
:: ;;T" I.I..
it in the recent disturbances.)
the junction of the lellowstone and
Missouri rivers, when Low Dog attacked
him. Not content, with plunder
and tbe mere killing, the savage
Sioux resorted to tbe most dreadful i
i~.. Tn.limt nrtiiro mwl liiu vin. I
specie? ux wi v^.v, mas'* .
tiiu, though still breathiug -when
found, was mutilated and his flesh was j
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N
inrning in several places. Owing to
i not uncommon conflict between the
ivil and military authorities, Low '
)og was never brought to punishment.
L United States Marshal came down (
rom Helena with a warrant for the 1
nurderer's arrest, but as the officer ?
iommanding at the reservation re- e
jarded this as an infringement upon 1
he military rights, nothing could be {
iccomplished. '
Low Dog is now living at one of the '
igencies in Montana, and has rather 1
lubsided since this conspicuous
tchievement in his career. Such a '
leadlock as the foregoing, between 1
;he Army and the State officers seems 1
iitdcult to avoid, judging by the fre- J
juency with which it has occurred.
White Bull, whose portrait is likevise
given, is a well-known leader. It
vas his band, numbering 125, that es:aped
from the Tongue River Agency
md betook themselves to the hills on
;he Tongue River, near Ashland.
There are many points of similarity
Detween the Cheyennes and Sioux,
md they have not infrequently joined
?n the warpath. It is often stated
;hat the Indians -who took part in the
oattle of the Little Big Horn were all
Bioux, but it has been proved that
ihey were assisted by a considerable
band of Cheyennes.
MOVINC A BIG CHIMNEY.
rail Structure Conveyed Nearly 1000 Feet
Over Rough Roads.
There are two ways of moving a
jhimney. One way, and that usually
tollowed, is to tear it down careiuny
md rebuild it in the desired place.
This utilizes only the brick and means
i great deal of labor. The other
method of moving a chimney is to
handle it much as a house would be
handled and to move it bodily and
without tearing it down, by putting it
an skids.
This latter method was followed by
a. firm of contractors of Binghampton,
N. Y., in moving a chimney for the
Manhanset Improvement Company at
Manhansett, N. Y. Thfe chimney is
Bighty-five feet high and seven feet
square at the base. It weighs nearly
ane hundred tons, and yet it was
moved a distance of 950 feet over
roucrh roads and up and down steep
grades without injury or accident.
TALL CHIMNEY SUCCESSFULLY MOVEP
950 FEET.
But six men were required to do the
work. One horse attached to a windlass
furnished the needed power.
The accompanying picture, from
a photograph reproduced in the Scientific
American, shows the style of
braces used and the sort of sled
on which the chimney was moved.
The skids were well greased on the
bottom, and the rate of progress was
so fast that but nine days elapsed from
the time work was begun until the
chimney was securely located in its
new foundation.
A Church's Historic Memorial.
The old Dutch Reformed Church,
on Norfolk street, near Stanton, in
the very heart of the packed tenement
district of the lower East Side of New
York, is to be destroyed, and a dwell'
1 ^ /vma/i^a/1 ir\ ifa rtlono
mg Douse in uj no cicttcu au n?
In the last century two of the
church's most prominent members
were John Jacob Astor, the founder of
the Astor family, and the famous Baron
Steuben. In the vestibule of the
church, set into the wall, is a tall marble
memorial, on which is inscribed
the following:
; Sacred to the memory of :
; Fred'k Will'm Aug's Baron Steuben, :
; a German, :
: Knight of the Order of Fidelity, :
; Aid-de-Camp to Frederick the Great, :
King of Frussia; :
; Major-General and Inspector-General :
; in the Revolutionary War.<
: Esteemed, respected and supported by 1
Washington, he gave Military
Skill and Discipline to the :
: Citizen Soldiers :
who :
: (fulfilling the Decrees of Heaven) :
: Achieved the Independence of the :
United Stated.
The highly polished manners of the :
; Baron were graced by the most noble :
; feelings of the heart. His hand, "open :
; as day for melting charity," closed :
only in the strong jjrasp of death.
This Memorial is inscribed by an :
'. Amerieun who had the honor to be
! his nid-de-cump, and the happiness :
: to be his friend.
: Obit., 1795.
This memorial is eight feet in height
and tapers to a point, just below which
is a crown, surmounting a shield.
Lower there is a Greek cross, within
which is the word "Fidelitas."
Bag CartH In Street Cleaning.
Kansas City will adopt another of
Colonel Wariug's Isew York ideas in I
street cleaning. Along with the white I
brigade and clean streets, the Street
Department will have hag carts to be 1
used by the street sweepers. Bag
carts are something new in the West.
They are little two-wlieeled push carts
arranged to hold a large jute bag. The
street cleaner deposits sweepings in
the bag as dirt is gathered from the
pavement, and when the bag is tilled
ties it up and lays it on the curb to be
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Dauieii away auu empucu. ^uuu
is provided with half a dozen bags.
They answer the purpose better than
the little dump carts, doing away with
dust and facilitating the cleaning
work.?Kansas City Star.
Don't believe that every one else io
the world is happier than you
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AMERICA'S ONLY KING. flfflj
Fhe Monarch of the Mosquito Coas^^H^H
George Frederick Albert Handy. VgH
The King of the Mosquito Coast has*^?
08t his pension, and now America s
rnly monarch has no visible means of
rapport. A few weeks ago the Nica aguan
Republic, which holds suzerainty
over his majesty on condition of
:he annual payment of a pension,
anally withdrew this needful allowance.
As a result, the king complained to
liis old friend, the British Government
and temporarily abandoned his
dominions, to sojourn in Jamaica, under
the protection of John Bull. There
be enjoys a British allowance of $7.50
per diem, on which he manages to
have a good time.
It is a popular belief that, since the "
star of imperialism paled in republican
Brazil, no monarch has reigned in
all America?that from .Bering straits
to Terra del Fuego every royal throne
on the continent has been swept away.
And yet on American soil at the pres?^^_
ent day there dwells and rnles a king^Bfi
the heir of a line of potentates whicl^^H
extends far beyond the ken of the^^S
chronicler. This sovereign is-almost
ignored in American geographies, but
in England and throughout Europe
generally he is described as "His
Majesty, George William Albert, King \
of the Mosquito Coast."
"Mosquito Coast" sounds uncomfortably.
It suggests torridity?and
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mosquitoes, as a matter 01 iaui< uio
little nation over whioh King George
William Albert rules is no better or
no worse than any other Central American
State. The kingdom lies to the
eastward of Nicaragua?which coun- /Jt
try exercises over it a protectorate. It
is a narrow strip of territory, about
200 miles in length, stretching along
the Caribbean sea from north to south,
between latitude fifteen degrees and
latitude eleven degrees. The population
at present contains 2000 souls,
500 of whom reside in the capital y
town of Bluefields. To the westward,
the Nicaraguan mountains divide it
from the Republic of Nicaragua. . , v
Before the white man came with his
two destructive agents, gunpowder
and firewater, the ancestor of King -' $
George was indeed a mighty monarch.
He ruled all- the Mosquito Indians,
whose happy hunting grounds- extended
from Mexico on the north far into
South America. The only Indian
tribes which the Spanish were unable
to subdue were the Arucanians, of
Chile, and the Mosquitoes.
The first white man whom the Indians
permitted to dwell among them
was Robert Handy, a shrewd York*
shire "tyke," who had gone thithei
prospecting for mahogany. The Prin- V
i>*an flbnnnizA. heiress of the ancient
Mosquito royal house, fell in love witb
and married Handy. Their eldest son^
George Handy, became King of the
Mosquito Coast, and, as such, was
recognized by England and Spain.
His son in turn, Robert Charles
Frederick Handy, was taken to Belize, <
in British Honduras, and there solemnly
crowned by the English Governor
in 1826. This crowning and the
attempt to form a British protectorate
over the Mosquito Coast first called J
forth from President James Monrofc
that famous declaration of United^ . Instates
responsibility in American affairs,
known as the "Monroe Doc- M
trine." Thus the little kingdom of ^
tlie Mosquitoes must always remain
associated with the memory of a great
President and a great principle.
The United States carried the day,
AMERICA'S ONLY KINO.
and England resigned her Mosquito
protectorate. Nicaragua was thereupon
appointed suzerain over King
Robert Charles Frederick, but that
dusky sovereign was permitted to retain
his rather dilapidated royalty,
nor, indeed, has it ever been formally
taken from the hands of his successors.
Nicaragua is over-lord of the
Mosquito Coast, just as Turkey is of I
Egypt. Moreover, the Republic paid
annually, until a few years ago, the V
sum of $5000 for the use of the King
and his numerous family. This pension
has been discontinued.
Oynx in New Mexico.
A party of gold prospectors in New
Mexico are said to have discovered
immense deposits of onyx in tnat
State. Hitherto the chief supply of
onyx has been obtained from Mexico.
The new deposits will greatly cheapen
the price of this beautiful marble, and
the housekeeper can look forward to
enjoying more of it in her iiouse decorations.?New
York Tribune.
Got on All Hight, But Couldn't Stop There.
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She?"How are you getting on witb^B
your bicycle, Cnptam Vert?" H
He (a beginner)?"Oh! splendidly:
getting on about every two minutes. E
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