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VOLUME 43. YORKVILLE, S. C., SATURDAY, AUGUST 21, 1897. NUMBER 67.
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BY WILLIAM MU
Copyright, 1897, by the Woolfall Publishing Co
Synopsis of Pevious Installments.
In order that new readers of The Enquirer
may begin with the following installment
of this story, and understand it
just the same as though they had read it
all from the beginning, we here give a
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synopsis 01 mat punitm ? ?u>v>< ?
already been published:
Chapter I.?Vladimir Saradoff, a Russian
being heir to the fortune of his nephew,
Maurice Hammond, an American, in
case of his nephew's death, conspires to
have him sent to Russia in order to get
him in his power. II.?Hammond and
his friend Philip Danvers arrive at St.
Petersburg, and Saradoff lays plans to
have them arrested as conspirators against
the government. Ill aud IV.?Hammond
at a review saves the life of Colonel
Jaroslav. Proceeding to Moscow,
they are arrested and sent to Siberia. On
the way the boat on which they travel
catches fire, and they, with two other convicts,
escape in a skiff. V, VI and VII.?
Hammond and Danvers pursue their way
with the two other prisoners, who attack
an approaching wagon. Hammond and
Danvers defend an officer in the wagon.
A troop of Cossacks appears and recaptures
all the prisoners. The officer tells
the Americans that they will probably be
shot, but in view of their services to him
he will do all be can for tbein.
CHAPTER VIII.
CONDEMNED.
Lieutenant Brosky turned away, as a
Bign that the interview was ended, and
was about to rap on the table for the
guards who were outside in the hall
when Maurice asked respectfully: " Will
"No, Phil; don't give up."
yon be kind enongb to tell ns to what
part of Siberia we have been sentenced?
No one will give ns any information."
The lientenant spoke a few words to
the captain, and then, turning to Manrice,
replied: "I can tell yon nothing
now. I promise yon that yon shall
know what yonr original sentence was
when yon arrive at Tomsk." He signaled
to the guards, and the boys were led
away to the larger apartment down
stairs.
Grodno was still sitting in moody silence
in his comer, and the Cossacks
were filling their pockets with food and
their canteens with tea.
Ontside the sturdy ponies were stamping
restlessly, and through the window
Maurice saw the wagon standing at the
station door. Another horse had been
fonnd to match the one shot by Grodno.
A bugle blast assembled the Cossacks
in haste, and the boys were rebound
and placed in the wagon. Grodno was
fastened securely on the back of one of
the horses and given in chargo of two
Cossacks. At the last minute Lieuterant
Brosky appeared and took the front
seat. When just on tlio point of starting
an incident occurred which for the moment
diverted the boys from their troubles.
Amid the throng of curious villagers
standing a little distance from the wagon
the keen eyes of Lieutenant Brosky
detected the cowardly driver who had
run away from him that morning and
was lurking in the background hoping
to escape detection.
The angry officer seized his whip and
sprang from the little wagon with a
single bourn1.. Another leap carried him
into the midst of the affrighted peasants,
who scattered in every direction,
and catching his man by the neck he
dragged him back before the station
and applied the whip with merciless
energy. The fellow howled and screamed
most piteously, but the officer continued
the castigation until the whip
split in his hand, and then, tossing the
fragments in one direction and the limp
peasant in the other, he coolly climbed
into the wagon, and with a merry blast
of the bugles the convoy wound across
the steppe on its way to Tomsk. Hamid
was not with the party. His condition
was probably too serious to permit removal,
but Maurice noticed that two of
the Cossacks remained behind, doubtless
to await the Turk's recovery.
At the time the convict barge had
been set on fire it was more than 100
miles from the city of Tomsk, and as
the fugitives had covered but little
ground in their flight the journey was
of short duration.
The Cossack ponies and the horses
who drew the wagon were animals of
superior strength and endurance, as are
all Siberian horses, and after two brief
delays at wayside posting stations
Tomsk was reached late the following
eve.ning. They crossed the dark river
) SIBERIA.
RRAY GRAYDON.
and drove into the wide and populous
streets of the town. On all sides the
boys were surprised to see large and
imposing buildings and churches of va
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late, bnt few people were on the streets,
and these barely glanced at the little
oavalcade as it wonnd rapidly through
the town.
The challenge of the sentries rang
sharply on the air as they halted before
a huge military looking stockade,
pierced by a large gate and flanked at
its corners . guardhouses.
They passed through the gateway into
the courtyard, and the huge forwarding
prison of Tomsk was before them,"
not a single large building, as might
have been expected, but a dozen or more
one story log houses grouped about the
inclosure without any attempt at regularity.
A large number of soldiers
were pacing to and fro with loaded rifles
on their shoulders, and owing to
the mildness of the night hundreds of
convicts were sleeping on the ground.
When the new arrivals entered, many
of them sat up with a harsh clanking
of chains. The officer of the prison
quickly came forward, accompanied by
Captain Stanisla himself, and the prisoners
were once more placed in his custody.
Lieutenant Brosky drove away immediately
without even glancing toward
the boys, the Cossacks trotted out of
the inclosure, and the recaptured fugitives
were marched off to an isolated
log building with heavy doors and bar
red winaows.
The boys were not slow to realize the
serions change in their situation. The
guards roughly fastened chains to their
legs and thrust tbem into a dark, ill
smelling room containing absolutely
nothing bat a dirty straw bed in one
corner. The door was closed and locked,
and they were alone in darkness.
"What do you suppose they will do
with us?", asked Phil in despairing
tones. "Not that it matters much, for I
don't seem to care any more what becomes
of me. I have lost all hope."
"No, Phil; don't give up," said
Maurice firmly. "The outlook is very
hard, but all hope is not gone. We
can't tell what may turn op yet in our
favor. Have courage, Phil; have courage.
Lieutenant Brosky may get us free
of this present scrape, and when we
learn just where they are going to take
us?and you know the lieutenant promised
to tell us?then we can see better
what our chances are."
Phil, however, refused to be comforted
and paced the front of the narrow
apartment until compelled to lie down
from sheer weariness. Maurice was far
from feeling tho confident manner which
he had assumed. He was deeply imDressed
with the gravity of their pres
ent scrape, and even should they avoid
punishment for that through Lieutenant
Brosky's iuSuence he realized that
Siberian exile offered no hope of escape.
Vladimir Saradoff would take every
precaution on that score.
At the thought of his treacherous uncle
Maurice ground his teeth and clinched
his fists.
Presently he became more composed
and sat down on the bod beside Phil.
If any aid could reach them, it most
come from one source?home. Kis
guardian and Phil's friends would make
a determined effort to find the boys.
But here again Vladimir Saradcff
would no doubt be ready with some cunning
tale to explain their disappearance.
Little did Maurice dream of the
startling truth as he sat on the wretched
couch thinking of the home and the
friends that he would probably never
see again.
He fell asleep at last, and when he
woke the guards were tramping heavily
iincf nrisrm nnrl frnrn an adioininc
cell came furious cries and savage cursing,
doubtless the wretched Grodno in
a feverish delirium caused by his wound.
His ravings continued until daylight,
completely putting an end to the boys'
sleep.
They were provided with a scanty,
unpalatable breakfast and then left
alone until after midday, when a file of
soldiers, led by a young officer, entered
the cell. They were taken outside,
where they found Grodno supported ly
two guards, his ugly face flushed with
fever. He glared at the boys with malignity,
and oven made an effort to
spring at Maurice, but was held back
by the soldiers. They marched across
the courtyard between crowds of convicts,
who surveyed them curiously
and, as a close observer would have discovered,
pityingly.
Maurice recognized among them
many familiar faces, his fellow voyagers
on the convict burge, and ho was
glad to see that they had escaped the
terrible death to which Grodno's crime
had so nearly consigned them.
Neur tho gates stood the office of the
prison, a gloomy two story building.
Soldiers were all around it, some on
guard duty, some chatting in groups,
others holding fiery black horses, belonging,
no doubt, to officers who wye
inside. The boys wero ushered into a
large, dimly lighted room and in a barred
inclosure along one sido Around a
large table, lighted by a lamp, sat half a
dozen stern looking men in officers' uniforms,
among whom Maurice recognized
Captain Stanisla, the Cossack captain
who recaptured the fugitives and Lieutenant
Brosky. The rest were strangers.
The two men were writing at a table
near by, and a dozen soldiers oocup'3d
a long bench across the room, but all
was very quiet and still.
"They are waiting for some person,"
whispered Maurice to Phil. One of the
guards observed the conversation and
rapped the boys sharply on the shoulders
with the flat of his sword.
In a very short time wheels rattled
up to the door, and a tall, stout man
entered the room and took a seat at the
head of the table. He had a heavy gray
beard and mustache and was dressed in
a summer uniform of light linen. He
conversed briefly with Lieutenant Brosky,
a proceeding which Maurice gladly
noted, and then the trial?if such it
could be called?was formally begun.
The boys' suspense was augmented by
the fact that all was conducted in Busaian.
The first to be examined was Captain
Stanisla, who spoke for 10 or 15 minutes,
and from stray words understood
here and there Maurice knew that he
was relating the circumstances of the
fire.
At the close of his explanation he
was subjected to a close cross examination.
Lieutenant Brosky and the
Cossack captain followed with brief addresses,
and at this point the prosecution
seemed to rest. The officers conferred
briefly among themselves, and
then, to the utter consternation of the
boys, Grodno was called forward.
He advanced eagerly in spite of his
wound and started to speak in an excited
voice.
He was speedily compelled to be silent
and to content himself with answering
the questions that were put to
him.
The interrogations were brief, and as
the convict was led back to tbe pen be
threw a glance of hateful triumph at
Ihe boys.
At that moment Maurice lost all
hope, and the grave, severe faces of his
judges seemed to confirm his belief.
He made no attempt to speak, knowing
only too well that it would be useless.
The officer iu tbe white suit conferred
with his companions, and then, rising
to his feet, announced what was
I evidentlv (he verdict of the court. Grod
no gave a load cry as the words fell
from the officer's lips, nnd then the
prisoners were hurried from the room.
A few paces beyond the door they were
met by Lieutenant Brosky, who whispered
to Maurice as they passed hurriedly
by: "You are all sentenced to be
shot. Grodno has lied infamously.
Don't despair yet. I will do what I
can."
With these words ringing in their
ears the boys staggered across the prison
yard, oblivious to everything around
tbem, and sank down in the corner of
the cell. The guards went sileutly
away, and even Grodno's piteous wailings
from the adjoining cell were unheeded
and uubeard.
Hours passed, and still they tossed in
wretched misery on the hard pallet.
Phil broke down completely and cried
bitterly, while Maurice, brave lad that
be was, could hardly repress his tears.
He made no effort to encourage Phil by
false hopes, for he knew how precarious
was the aid that Lieutenant Brosky
had promised. Death stared them in
the face. If ever there was an example
of the disastrous consequences of bad
company, Maurice felt that this was
one, and bitterly did he regret having
had anything to do with the two convicts.
Grodno, out of revenge, had sworn
that the boys were equally guilty with
himself, and now they must pay the penalty.
Supper was brought to tbem, but
was left untouched. Neither had any
desire to eat. Engrossed in their own
sad thoughts, they even paid little attention
to each other, paciug the floor
constantly and starting nervously at ev- I
cry straugo sound from without. So tho I
hours wore on, and night came.
Grodno was silent, and the only
sounds that broke the stillness were tho
heavy tread of soldiers and the occasional
rattle of steel. Condemned men are
often said to sleep soundly the night
before execution, and tho boys were
no exception. They fell asleep side by
6ide, and only woke when the gray
dawn was stealing in at tho grated window.
Outsido were heard strange noises,
a steady tramp of feet, a harsh rattle,
and then a terrific discharge of firearms
seemed to shake tho building.
Frightened and umazed, the boys rose
to their feet. Footsteps were heard in
the corridor. They came nearer aud
nearer. The door creaked and opened,
and Lieutenant Brosky entered, accompanied
by two soldiers.
TO BK CONTINUED.
How to Remove Mildew.
Mildew is removed by first brushing
/-vflP nn,r lnnca niilllou' TllfUl J1 littlfi COII1
moil salt should bo rublied in, afterward
liberally sprinkling with powdered chalk
and thoroughly moistening with clean
cold water. After this the articles should
be slowly dried in the open air and then
rinsed, and if the marks are not removed
the treatment should be repeated, possibly
several times, but in the end the
mildew will bo removed.
How to Steam the Throat.
If it is necessary to steam tho throat and
lungs of a sick person, hot coals put
into a vessel of water in the patient's
lap will do it, but a kettle on the stove,
with a connecting pipe reaching to the
bedside, is even better. Ho can inhale
much or little steam at will and without
being hurried.
iHisccUanccus Reading.
PROTEST OP A PREACHER.
Certain Utterance* of Senator Tillman Are
Dl**ected and Condemned.
From the Greenville Mountaineer.
The Columbia Register prints the
following letter from a minister of the
gospel, entering a protest against the
declaration of Senator Tillman that
preachers opposed to the dispensary
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are iu league wnu tuu ucvu, auio oapression
of Tillman was unwarranted
and cannot be justified, but the preacher
in his criticism has made a mistake
in not signing his name to the protest,
which would be much more forcible
otherwise:
To the Editor of The Register:
Mr. Tillman in his Tirzah speech
took occasion to jump on the preachers
of South Carolina for their attitude towards
the dispensary. He himself admits
in that speech that there has beenstealing
and dishonesty in connection
with the dispensary business, and yet
he wants the preachers either to stand
with shut mouths or else publicly uphold
a rascally and rotten concern. I
suppose we preachers should go and
bow down before his lordship, Senator
Tillman, and ask him what we must
preach on the subject of temperance.
Our commission reads; "We ought to
obey God rather than meu."
Mr. Tillman charges us with being
in league with the devil against the
dispensary. Now Mr. Tillman is a
pretty fellow to make that charge. I
have never heard that Mr. Tillman
professed to be on the Lord's side. The
Lord himself declares, "He that is not
for me is against me." So that Mr.
Tillman not being confessedly for the
Lord, must be against him. That is
to say, Mr. Tillman himself must be
serving tbe devil. JNow l submit, is it
not bad taste for Mr. Tillman to be
speaking disrespectfully and contemptuously
of his own master ?
But we are not surprised or overcome
by this charge. Our master himself,
in the flesh, while engaged in benevolent
service, was charged with being
in league with Beelzebub. He told
us to expect tbe same treatment. "The
disciple is not above bis master, nor
tbe servant above his Lord." "If they
have called the Master of the house
Beelzebub, how much more shall they
call them of His household."
But who is it in this case that prefers
this charge against Christ's servants?
It is not customary to hear
such charges against preachers in these
days. It is reserved for the Hon. B.
R. Tillman, a man holding the honorable
and dignified position of United
States senator, representing the Christian
people of South Carolina who receive
their messages of love and life
and comfort from these same preachers?it
is left I say, for this representative
of a Christian people to revile
their religious ministry. It is Mr. Tillman,
honored by the Christian people,
who now accuses their ministers of
light and life with being in league with
Satan, the enemy of human souls.
And will the Christian people of South
Carolina have no word of protestor
rebuke ?"
Why does Mr. Tillman make this
wholesale charge? Because the
preachers say it is just as wrong for
the state to run barrooms as it is for
individuals to run them. True, there
are beneficial restrictions thrown
around the sale of whisky under the
dispensary system ; but these are incidental
benefits, and do not touch the
root and heart of the matter. These
restrictions could be attached to barrooms
as well as to dispensaries. The
dispensary sells liquor for profit and
as a beverage. This is exactly what
the barroom does. That is the heart
and root of the business, and makes it
that there is no essential difference
between a dispensary and a barroom.
Becuuse the preachers state this evident
truth, and dare to say that they
are opposed to the hellish liquor traffic,
whether couducted by state officers
or private individuals, the Hon. B. K.
Tillman charges them with being in
league with the devil.
Let God in heaven and the conscience
of men in South Carolina
judge whether or not Mr. Tillman's
scandalous accusation is true and just.
An Anti-Liquor Preacher.
A NEGRO GIRL AT VASSAR.
poughkeepsie, n. Y., August 15.?
Society and educational circles in this
city are profoundly shocked by the announcement
in a local paper to-day
that one of the graduating class of
Yassar college this year was a Negro
' is-- I . A
gill, wno concealing uer ruce, eutcicu
the college, took the four years' course
and finally confessed the truth to a
professor a few days before commencement.
The facts were communicated to the
faculty, which body in secret session
decided to allow the girl to receive
her diploma with her class.
Vassar is noted for its exclusiveness,
and every official of the college refuses
to say aught regarding the girl grad
uate. She has been known as oue of
the most beautiful youug women who
ever attended the great institution of
learning, and even now women who
received her in their homes as their
equal do not deny her beauty. At the
reception on Founder's day, Philathiau
day and the other holidays of the college
year none of the fair students was
more eagerly sought by the men from
Yale, Harvard and other universities
who attended these events.
Her fellow students called her "the
beautiful brunette." Her manners
were those of a person of gentle birth,
and her intelligence and ability were
recognized alike by her class mates and
professors. Her skin was dark, but
not swarthy. Her hair was black, but
straight as an Indian's, and she usually
gathered it in a knot at the back of her
head. Her eyes were coal black and
of piercing brilliancy. Her appearance
was such that in other environments
she might have been taken for
an Indian; indeed, not a few of the
students whispered that Indian blood
flowed in her veins.
In her third year in college it was
hinted that her ancestors might have
had colored blood mixed with the New
England "blue blood" of which she
was fond of talking. She would often
speak of her brother, of whom she
seemed to be proud, and once the
trsMinrr man r>a m a fyi spa hsr. The
other girls eyed him curiously. His
skiD was of the same dusky hue as his
sister's.
In her senior year the statements
this beautiful, dark young woman
made about her relatives?their style
of living, the splendor of her home,
etc.?prompted her room mate, who
already had her suspicions aroused by
gossip, to repeat them to her father,
a well-known business man.
He caused inquiries to be made
about the pretty brunettes family in
her native town. The investigation
failed to find the culture and wealth
and family name of which she boasted.
The name was the same, but the family
was that of a respectable Negro,
who owned a small estate. The brunette
beauty a few days later lost her
room mate, upon the advice of the
letter's father.
This incident added to the gossip in
the college, and a few days before commencement
the whisperings of her
class mates reached the colored girl's
ear. She was heart-broken to learn
that her secret was suspected, perhaps
known. Going to one of the professors
she bravely told everything.
As a little girl she said, she attracted
the attention of a woman of wealth and
position, who saw in her possibilities of
a noble womanhood. This woman took
the little colored girl into her household,
gave to her all the advantages of
money and refinement, and as a result
she passed the required examinations,
entered Vassar and completed the prescribed
course of study.
The kind hearted professor, a woman,
wiped away the girl's tears, and spoke
words of encouragement. Then she
went to President Taylor with the
story, and pleaded with him not to deprive
the girl of commencement honors
and a diploma. The faculty considered
the matter gravely. Never had a
colored girl been a student at aristocratic
Vassar, and proffessors were at
a loss to foresee the effect upon the
future if this one were allowed to be
graduated. Yet there is nothing in the
college rules that prohibits a colored
woman from entering Vassar.
Commencement was but a few days
off, and the girl would soon be gone
and forgotten. So it was decided to
conceal the facts and let her be "graduated
with her classmates. On class
day and commencement the young
woman took a prominent part in the
exercises, and of all the hundred or
more girls in the class of '97 none
looked more attractive or acted more
becomingly than this girl of Negro
birth.?N. Y. World.
Who Invented the Piano.?Three
different nations, the English, German
and French claim the honor of inventing
the piano. The truth of the matter
is believed to be this. It was invented
by Father Wood, an English
monk living at Rome, in the year 1711.
By much diligence and hard lubor he
succeeded in finally turning out an
almost perfect instrument, which he
sold to Samuel Crispi, the famed author
of "Virginia." Crispi sold it to
Faulke Greville (Uouut uurn says 10
Bartholomeo Christnfol) of Padua, during
his stay iu Florence, sometime
about the year 1714.
The French claim the invention for
their countryman, Marius of Paris,
who they declare, completed the invention
in 1716.
The Germans make their claim in
the interest of one J. C. Schroeder,
who they say, invented the first perfect
piano in the year 1717, when he was
only 18 years old.
Fox and Dog Hunt Together.?
While angling in a secluded glen the
writer some days ago witnessed a curious
combination of poaching and
natural history. The facts are as follows
: A hill shepherd, in destroying
a litter of foxes, took it into his head
to rear one as a pet. He did so, and
the animal has not only become very
tame, but is a most useful ally. It and
a collie hunting together, kill rabbits
to a miracle. They work very much
iu the same way as two lurchers. The
collie goes out and hunts the rabbits
among the fern and heather of the
braes, or the rushes and long grasses
of the stacks, while Keynard all the
time sneaks about the holes and picks
them up as they come in. They understand
their respective parts perfectly.
The collie seems to know that it
it is not her business to kill, and the
fox is never under the slightest temp
tation to Don out ana give ciiuse.?
Pall Mall Gazette.
China Ahead of Japan.?China is
decidedly getting on, and in a vein of
progress and of enlightenment, for, according
to news received in London
from Peking, an imperial edict has recently
been issued making the teach
I ing of English compulsory in all the
higher schools of the leading provinces.
This is a reform which has not
even been attempted as yet by the
Japanese government, although frequently
recommended. Japan, indeed,
is sadly backward in educational
matters. While she is spending
colossal sums of money on her army
and navy, official returns show that
there are close upon 2,000,000 children
of school age who are without
schools or any educational facilities
whatsoever.?N. Y. Tribune.
Dean Stanley and the Sailob.
It is related that Dean Stanley once
went to an inn in a country village
and, afier ordering a pot of ale, sat
down on a bench beside an old sailor.
The Dean soon got into conversation
with the man* and presently asked
him if he could say the points of the
compass. The sailor could do so.
"Now," said the Dean, "can you say .
them backward?" This also the sailor
was able do do. After a pause, the *
latter asked the dean whether he
could say the Lord's prayer. Dean
Stanley repeated the prayer as desired.
"Now, then," said the sailor, "can you
repeat it backward ? The Dean made
the attempt, closing his eyes the better
to consecrate bis thoughts on bis
task. At length he finished. "Yes,"
said the sailor, "that's all very well,
but haven't you beard that we must
watch as well as pray ? The rogue
had drank the cleric's beer while the
latter was engaged in saying the Lord's
prayer backward.
Result of a Meat Diet.?Mrs.
Hart, who has covered the globe with
her notebook, declares the English
people to be the most garrulous and
quarrelsome of any she has encountered.
She says there is more bickering
and distemper in the Englishman's
family and more homes are made unhappy
by domestic squabbles than in
any of the other nations she has visited.
This condition she attributes
chiefly to the Anglo-Saxon's fondness
for a meat diet. She says the great
flesh-eating people are notably ill-tempered.
We are only animals, and the
sequence of meat and tits, as demonstrated
in the animal kingdom, has a
significance in relation to the human
animal. Mrs. Hart has gone further
than this, and has studied the gentle
Japanese, the mild Mongolian and
other light faces, which research-confirms
her ideas touching flesh-eating
and family jars.
Origin of Hand Shaking.?There
ar9 several explanations of its origin in
the early days of the Middle Ages,
when every one went about fully
armed, and men were compelled to be
constantly on the lookout against
treacherous attacks. By grasping one
another's right, or sword hands, men
who met assured themselves against a
sudden and premeditated attack ; and,
therefore this shaking of hands came
to be recognized as the general form
of friendly greeting, continueing, as is
the case with so many of our other
customs, long after the original cause
fofit bad ceased to operate. Jn feudal
times the vassal put his hands in the
hands of bis lord on taking the oath of
fidelity and homage.
tST Leaving off fractions, the weight
of a cubic foot of pure gold is 1208
pounds. Platinum is slightly heavier,
a cubic foot weighing 1218 pounds,
while silver weighs only about one-half
as much, or 625 pounds. The other
metals vary greatly, mercury weighs
848 pounds to the cubic foot; lead 709;
steel, 487 ; tin, 455; cast iron, 450 ; copper,
547; brass, 543, and zink, 428.
A tQn of pure gold is worth exactly
#602,799.21. A million dollars of gold
will weigh 3685.8 pounds avoirdupoise.
A ton of silver is worth $37,704.84 ; $1,
000,000 of silver weighs 58,929.9
To Dry Umbrellas.?Wet umbrellas
should be put to dry with their
handles down, allowing the moisture
to dry off eveuly. If the handle be
up, the water will drip down into the
thickened part at the top, and will
take so long to dry that the cloth will
he rotted. Umbrellas should not be
rolled up while they are wet, and it is
better to let them be unrolled while
they are in the house. A silk umbrella
should never be opened out to dry,
as the stretching of the wet silk makes
it liable to crack. When a ferule is
lost, it should be replaced.
The biggest grain harvester in the
world has been in successful operation
near Stockton, California. The machine
turns out three 60-pound sacks
of wheat every minute. It has a cutting
line of 52 feet, and it also threshes
and sacks the grain. In one run
around a 4000-acre field it will turn
out hundreds of sacks of wheat ready
for market. Eight or ten men can
handle the Jumbo easily, while it is
turning out from 1,500 to 1,800 sacks
a day of ten hours, and sweeping 100
acres of grain clean.
He Followed the Advice.?"How
far can you swim, Willie?" inquired
the visitor. "Oh, I don't know," replied
Willie. "Across the ocean ?"
persisted the visitor, facetiously. "I
shouldn't wonder," answered Willie,
promptly. "Why, Willie, do you
know how far it is across the ocean ?"
demanded Willie's mother. "Don't
care how far it is," retorted Willie.
"Pop told me once never to admit that
I couldn't do a thing until I'd tried and
failed, and I never tried this."