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VI
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By FREDERICK
I Author of "The Case
(Copyright. 1IW, bjr IV#
CHAPTER VII?CONTlNUKD.
The sun had clouded over while
they talked, and as they started towap!
. , the factory the air, which had been
bracing in the sunlight, struck chill
and damp. Already the short November
day was drawing to its close, and
the gathering clouds screened the rapIdly
fading light.
What a waste of time this was and
what a bore! Every visit of this kind
put the work of the factory a day behind
its schedule. It was the standing
excuse of every man who was back In
his work or careless in its perform^
ance for months afterwards. If a machine
got out of order. It was always
"the exhibition we gave of it. sir. last
time;" If a screw or bolt was missing.
"It must have been carried off by that
lady. sir. as a keepsake." Once a woman
had been caught in the act of
unscrewing a nut for "a souvenir;"
another had sent him a bill for oil
spilled on her dress. And yet with all
these warnings he was frittering away
hls time and raa' ing endless trouble
for himself. Confound it! Would she
* never finish telephoning? He'd only
take ber through the model-room and
the stock-room and the testing-depart
By Jove, this was Tuesday. Not
a machine would be running on test!
He flung up the window as a man
passed before it.
"Boltwood," he cried, "tell the foreman
in the test-shop to start up one
binding and one grilling mach
? No. don't bother about It." he added
abruptly. "I've changed my mind."
The window closed with a bang, and
he turned to find Leslie seated quietly
at the desk.
"If you're ready." he began. "I'll
take you through the place now."
The words were ungracious, and he
knew It. He almost feared she would
apologize for troubling him. and when
she merely nodded her readiness, he
* almost thanked her as he held open
the heavy door.
They passed through the clerical
offices and the covered passage connecting
the buildings without speaking.
At the threshold of the forgeshop
he paused as though about to
warn her of something, then changed
bis mind and shoved open the iron
* door. The noise which up to this point
had seemed deafening to her. now
burst like a whirlwind from a dozen
different points, crashing, shrieking,
thudding, scraping, squeaking, and
hammering. For an Instant she hesitated,
and her hands moved Instinctively
to her ears. Then she looked up
at Kennard. caught him glancing at
her curiously, and then without a gesture
stepped inside the pandemoniac
chamber.
Leslie followed her guide down the
long passage without attempting to
speak, almost afraid to breathe. Kennard
was joined every now and then
by foremen, who asked questions in
pantomime, or shouted in his ear
words inaudible to the nearest bystander.
But he marched on without
pausing, pointing in answer or bellowing
back replies. There were men
on every side, before the forges, at the
bellows, at the furnaces, and movement
everywhere. Sometimes the shad
owy workers absorbed In tbelr labor
did not notice the presence of the boss,
but when they did there was always a
pleasant smile or nod for the tall,
grave man striding along before his
guest. At last they reached the end
of the room and passed through a
^ door into another short connecting
passage. The cool air and diminished
noise were like a sudden release from
bodily pain, and Leslie almost gasped
her relief. Kennard paused as be
closed the door.
"You would prefer to go outside now
and sit down for a moment, would
you not?" he asked. "Almost every
woman does."
? The tone was courteous, but the
words stung her like a challenge.
"Let me be one of the exceptions
to prove the rule, won't you, please?"
she answered quietly.
They passed into the machine shop,
alive with moving Angers and arms of
iron and steel, throbbing with the
mighty revolutions of giant wheels,
resonant with the singing of motors,
,-y saws, and lathes. They stopped before
a steel Titan, holding in its grasp a
mighty pillar of iron, which it shifted
and clutched* turned and twisted as
easily as a man would roll a pencil.
Now it placed its Iron Angers on the
surface of the shaft, while an unseen
hand revolved it swiftly uutll the
Angers, lifting lightly as a plano-play^
ei^s, showed the indentations of a
"thread." Once more it was lifted,
shifted, and clutched, and the Angers
descended, combing the iron surface
with relentless, steady touch. All
around little wheels were turningsome
swiftly, some slowly; pistons
were raising and lowering their heads,
puffing out tiny jets of steam, seeming
to play hide-and-seek with levers
w and balances darting and retreating on
every side to the clicking of hidden
tongues.
Leslie looked at the workmen who
hovered about this monster, watching
it with almost loving care.
These men understood this Thing,
could check and control It. knew what
it meapt when It panted, and what it
said when it hissed its mighty breaths.
^ Did she know anything as perfectly as
inese men wno suppeu iu auu vui
among these wheels and levers and
bars? How Impotent she felt before
It, how Ignorant. Incompetent and
idle! And this man beside her, whose
seriousness she had thought a pose,
and whose awkardness had amused
her?he controlled the whole vast
mechanism of this business. That was
a life worth living; that was accomplishing
something in the world.
In the power-room a workman was
crawling along the top of the engine,
touching little pin-holes with the point
of his long-stemmed oil-can. It was
fascinating to see him step over the
moving wheels and between the flashing
pistons, intent upon his work,
never glancing at his feet but feeling
NORITY
TREVOR. HILL
and Exceptions," etc.
? ?J
darick A. 8 to lew ? Oo.)
| his way along with the sureness of
thorough knowledge. She was supposedly
educated, and yet all these
things were as mysterious to her as?
She heard Kennard's sharp command.
"Culver, get down!"?almost at
the same moment that the sound of
ripping and tearing Iron reached her
ears. Then some one hurled her toward
a window In a fog of roaring
steam. She felt the damp burning
breath all about her, and tearing off
her coat, held It before her face.
Hours seemed to pass while the
nonanlno
SlUOOIUjC, suaniug UlOSlg Ui c?.a|>iUB
steam rent the air. Then suddenly
they ceased, and In the awful silence
a voice could be heard giving steady
orders:
"Holding here! . Close boiler stopvalves
and intermediates! Pull your
flres and open up vents! Every man
to his fire station instantly!"
She could hear the sound of running
feet as they clicked over the
tiled floors, but though she felt the
wind of passing figures she could distinguish
nothing. The sudden silence
of the place had something awful
about It, and the hot, moist, clinging
clouds enveloped her in their horrid
folds.
At last came the sound of opening
windows. The sluggish steam fog
cooled, thinned, and slowly lifted.
Three men lay upon the floor, and on
the platform of the monster engine
stood Kennard, one hand on the speaking
tube, the other on a valve wheel,
with blood trickling slowly from his
ears and mouth.
CHAPTER VIII.
"It all sounds very matter of fact,
but I fancy the story loses something
in your telling."
Mr. Harlan held a cigarette over the
candle as he spoke, rolling it in his
flneers until it lighted. Then he inhaled
a deep breath of smoke, and
smiled pleasantly at Kennard across
the small dinner-table.
"No, I assure you there's nothing
more to it"
"But you forget my daughter has
told her version and I don't thinkwell,
I don't think she's hysterical."
"No one who saw her helping Culver
and those other poor fellows could
possibly think so. She overestimates
the difficulty of doing what was done;
that Is all."
"But It cost you three weeks in the
hospital."
"That was imprudence in not taking
proper care of my3elf at once."
Mr. Harlan laughed.
"You modest men are Incorrigible.
I give you up. But hew are the fellows
who were not imprudent getting
along?"
"Barton Is out on crutches, but
Miles and Culver are still in the hospital.
They were both hit by bits of
iron when the valve burst, besides
being badly scalded. Tbev won't be
able to work for many a day."
Mr. Harlan blew a slender thread of
smoke under the red silk candle-shade,
and watched It thoughtfully as the
draught rapidly sucked It through the
opening In a bluish cloud.
"What do you do in such cases?"
he asked musingly.
"What do I do in what cases?"
"When employes are iniured."
"We look after them as best wt
can. They're given such work as they
can do, or if they're incapacitated, we
pension them."
"Fvn when the accident's their own
fault?"
"Yes. If a man's hurt through his
own carelessness, the injury is punishment
enough. Don't you think so? We
never forget he was doing or trying
to do our work."
"You must have a nice army of cripples
on your rolls." It ughed Harlan.
"No. very few. Mer. don't purposely
Injure themselves?at least not the
kind we employ."
"Then 1 suppose yon never have lawsuits
brought against you for damages."
"Somelimes we do. There are always
men who don't know when they're well
treated and think they'd rather trust
the courts. We had a very sad case of
the kind not long ago."
Mr. Harlan raised a glass of port to
the light and carefully studied Its color.
"Yours is an editorial 'we.' Isn't it?"
The question was asked abstractedly.
"I suppose so; it's a habit, anyway."
"I mean you have no partners.
"Not now."
Mr. Harlan's Inspection of his wine
ceased. He raised the glass to his lips
and drained It.
"Kennard," he said as he wiped his
mouth, "the good Book says It is not
well for man to live alone. Neither
Is It good for him to work alone. Have
you heard of the Harkness syndicate?"
Kennard laughed.
"Harkness & Co.'s? combine? Of
course, but I didn't know it had attained
the dignity of a syndicate."
"I think It has. Harkness has
spoken to you about it?"
"Yes. Funny little man. Do you
know him?"
1 -l ~1.. kli<
Mr. Harian giancei siiarpiy m mo
guest's face, but read only inquiry in
the keen gray eyes.
"Know him'" he repeated lightly.
"Oh. yes. I know Mr. Harkness well,
although." he added, "this is the first
time we've done business together."
Kennard stared at his host and
found himself under close scrutiny.
"Yes."
The monosyllable was neither Inquiry
nor comment. Tt was a blend of
both In an invitation to continue. Mr.
Harlan accepted it as such, and gav*
no indication of having expected surprise.
"What do you think of his scheme?"
he asked after a moment's silence.
The pause had beer, sufficient to put
the men at their ease, but in that second
both had been tranformer. It was
no longer Mr. John Kennard, as guest.
, and Mr. Joshua Harlan as host, who
I war* dining together at the Nantlck
Club. It was John Kennard's son talking
business with Harlan?promoter.
Kennard knew It Instinctively.
Kennard smiled as though at some
passing reminiscence before he answered
hlR host's question.
"I don't know." he began slowly?
"I dont know that I fully understand
what the little man's Idea is. I remember
he came to me one day and
said something about a 'common understanding'
or 'trade agreement,' and
spoke about 'getting together on practical
lines.' or Rome such vague talk,
but I really didn't pay much attention
to it. I thought it?well. I didn't take
It very seriously. But perhapc I ought
not to say that, since you're interested
in it"
"I don't wonder that you thought
Harkness somewhat comic in the role
of leader," agreed Mr. Harlan. "He Is.
of course, only a figure-head. Better
known names might court too much
publicity," he added significantly.
"I see," replied Kennard, gravely,
"but I had no idea you were connected
with our trade at all. I thought you
were in the Milling Companies."
"I am In many things In many companies.
Mr. Kennard," observed Harlan,
with a shrug of his boulders. "This
Is my latest, and," he added emphatically,
"my best association."
"With what firm, If I may ask??Or
are you managing the?the syndicate?"
"Managing, financing, promoting^what
you will," Mr. Harlan answered,
disregarding the note of amusemnt In
his guest's voice. "And I tell you, Mr.
Kennard," he answered earnestly, "I
have become deeply Interested?deeply
Interested and Impressed."
Kennard made no comment, but
waited for his host to continue. Mr.
Harlan struck the bell and ordered cigars.
It was not until he was signing
the check that he went on.
"You may think it strange that I did
not speak of this long ago and consult
you, Mr. Kennard. But the fact Is, my
plans were not sufficiently matured to
make any practical suggestion. I am
well aware of your position In the trade
to-day, and, without flattering you, 1
may say I know any proposition worth
your consideration must be based on
broad and substantial lines."
He paused, and shoving back his
chair placed It sideways to the table,
crossed his legs, and rested his elbow
among the glasses.
"What, in general, is your plan and
proposition, If it's a fair question?"
The smile of amusemnt still played
I o Knnt W on r\ a rA 'o lino oo ho ennlto Kilt
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his companion was gazing across the
deserted dining-room.
"It embraces, of course, a trade combination,
permitting the strength, economy
and co-operation which unity of
purpose alone makes possible."
"You mean to form a trust?"
"Yes, if you wish to use the term,
although we propose to apply modern
methods which take it quite out of that
definition."
"As a question of law?"
"As a matter of fact."
Mr. Harlan snapped out the answer
decisively, and noting Kennard's tone,
raised his eyebrows interrogatively.
For a moment the two men smoked in
silence. When Kennard spoke again,
his face was grave and thoughtful
"And what, if anything, am I offered?if
that, too, is a fair question?"
"Certainly it is a fair and very pertinent
question. But there are difficulties
in formulating any definite
proposition, Mr. Kennard.' As yet we
only know of your business by your
standing in the trade. All details are
lacking. But in general, I may say it
contemplates the purchase of yout
olant on satisfactory terms, your
nroper representation on the board of
directors, and such official connection
with the corporation as may seem ap
Hruprmir HIJU agrerauie IU yuu.
"Are all the factories to be merged
'nto one?"
"Ecoromically. but not literally.
Each plant will keep its identity, subleet
only to central control. The same
nrinclple. Mr. Kennard. as governs
?hoce United States. I will Bhow you
a few facts and flgureR which perhaps
von have not before considered."
Mr. Harlan placed his hand in the
breast-pocket of his dinner-coat, but
Kennard laid his fingers on his arm.
"No, don't, Mr. Harlan," he protested
gravely. "I'm not going Into the
thing. There are msny reasons?"
"May I hear them?"
"They are m?inly personal and
would not appeal to you."
"It is not, then, because you doubt
'he financial success of such co-opera<lon?"
"I do not care to discuss that, and
I don't want to see your figures because
I do not think I have any right
to do so, since I shall not enter into
the plan at all."
Mr. Harlan took out the package
which he had half withdrawn from his
oocket. opened it. and spread the papers
before his guest.
"I appreciate your delicscv. Mr. Kennard.
but whether vou loin us or not.
the figures are at your service. No
man is expected to go into such a
thing blind-folded, and It was quit-?
conceivable that after having been
phown all the d?tails. vou might still
desire to stay out. There is nothing
to conceal."
Kennard knit his brows, and his
voice had a tone of tolprant boredom
which was unmistakable
"No. of course not." he answered,
"but I should be wasting your time if
I allowed you to think I might be persuaded
to consider this negotiation. I
' now the trade pretty thoroughly, Mr. |
Harlan, There are able men In It and
strong men. But personality and
many other Items enter Into all such
calculations, and understanding the
business as I do. I can't help thinking
this Idea of combination a little ridiculous."
For a few moments both men were
silent. Then Mr. Harlan shrugged his
shoulders, and replaced the papers In
his pocket.
"I don't want you to decide to-night,
Mr. Kennard," he remarked earnestly,
"matters have progressed further than
you Imagine, I think. We have assurances
from practically thp whole trace.
Individually certain men may seem unimportant.
united thpy will be no mean
antagonist. Mv reasons for wanting
your co-operation are not wholly selfish.
Of course I do not underestimate
the financial and commercial value of
your support, but If you will permit
me to say so. T have a strong feeling of
personal friendship for you. and. believe
me. I know of nothing I should
regret so much as to ace our Interests
clash."
There was do doubting the sincerity
of Joshua Harlan as he spoke these
words, and their serious tone^ together
with the man's Intense manner, would
have carried weight with a far more
critical auditor than Kennard. As
he studied the facie before him and
listened to the deep, earnest voice, he
was conscious again of his first Im-j
presslon of Harlan, an Impression^
which had faded every time they ha<^
met. as sometimes a promising sketch
vanishes with each new touch of the
arttst'6 brush. But John Kennard's
son was not the man to be controlled
by impressions, fleeting or recurrent
and when he answered, a faint trace oi
the old superior smile hovered about
his lips.
'T appreciate what you have bee*
good enough to say. Mr. Harlan." h<
remarked after a pause, "and I think !
should make it perfectly plain to yot 1
why I would not no into this thlnrf
even If I thought it a good business
venture. The very first evening wd
met, you may remember Mason and
th<> others joking about my being a
crank on work-people. Well, I'm ft
crank still. I think I take more Interest
In my workmen than I do In the
factory, although, of course, the two
are so closely allied It is only wh?n
one stops to think that he Cfui locate
< he center of his Interest. Tjteae men
are something more to me than anw
mated wheels. I am something more
to them than their employer. I have
a small village of them on the HudRon,
and for eome years I have conducted
the business largely for them
although it has resulted In my own
profit too. That Is at the bottom of
my rejection of any proposition of the
syndicate, Mr. Harlan."
The two men strolled downstairs together.
but It was not until they were
about to part that Mr. Harlan spoks
again.
"There's one thing more I ought to
say." he began. "You may think It
strange that knowing what I do. I
should have accepted your invitation
to Inspect your factory. I did so because
I could not well refuse at the
time, and thought something might
turn up to prevent, as It did. But I
want you to know I never Intended to
make the visit You understand, do
you not?"
Kennard shook his host's hand reassuringly.
"Cenalnly," he answered heartily.
"I appreciate your scruples, but they
were unnecessary. Quite unnecessary*
i renew the invitation. Come any day
you like. We'll take you from cellar
to roof, and I promise we won't do it
by blowing you up."
TO BR CONTINUED.
STRANGE VOYAGE8 OF BOTTLES.
Their Use In Determining Coureee of
Ocean Currents.
Every day for several years past
hundreds of bottles have been thrown
overboard from vessels of all kinds and
nationalities, with the object of testing
the direction and strength of the
countless currents which flow like so
/tiMrl/Mtn wltraMO flto EDO a
Illt&lljr UCVIUUO I I?CI o uuuugu fc ?v nvuo.
Before each bottle Is dispatched on Its
unknown Journey, says Tit-Bits, the
skipper, who thus does marine science
good service, places in it a note of the
exact place whence It is dispatched,
with the date, and also a printed note
in half a dozen languages asking the
person who may pick It up to report
to the hydrographlc bureau at Washington
the time and whereabouts of
Its recovery. Thus each messenger
with Its securely corked contents fares
forth on Its voyage of ocean survey,
and by Its wanderings maps the currents
of the oceans.
Of two bottles thrown over In midocean
at the same time one was picked
up on the coast of Devonshire, while
the other drifted to faraway Florida,
each being caught by different currents
and drifting thousands of miles
away from Its fellow. In curious contrast
was the wanderings of three
bottles thrown overboard from Dago
500 miles east of Newfoundland and
all recovered during the same week
within a short distance of each other
after drifting 21.000 miles to the Hebrides.
Another bottle was started on its
Journey from the Nautilus, when olose
to the Canary Islands. Traversing the
great tropical ocean in the trade wind
belt, it went coursing along between
the Island of the Windward group,
across the Caribbean sea to the coast
of Belize, almost within the Mexican
gulf. For 496 days it thus pursued its
solitary way before it was stranded
and rescued, having covered 4,700
miles, at an average speed of nearly
ter. miles u day. Evwn this remarkable
record of travel was eclipsed by a bottle
which was thrown up by the sea
at Shetland a few years ago and of
which a tragic story is told.
On October 11, 1890, the captain of
the ship Buckingham was murdered by
a :oolle off the Shetland coast. Unable
to attract attention from the shore,
the mate proceeded on the voyage to
New York, where the murderer was
given into custody, and from there to
the Bermudas, where he wrote an account
of the tragedy and committed it
to the sea. By a most singular cointVita
hnttlo nrlth (ta traflHf*
message was carried by the sea currents
back from the Bermudas to
Shetland, nearly five thousand miles
away, and two and a half years later
was rescued almost on the very spot
where the murder which It recorded
was committed.
For nearly three years another bottle
was roaming over the seas before
It came to Its rest. On September 1 It
was pitched overboard from the Bremerhaven
several hundred miles east of
Newfoundland: It was carried Into the
southern edge of the Gulf stream,
drifted away beyond the Azores, then,
curving to the southwest off the coast
of Africa, It crossed the Atlantic, coming
to Its haven on the shore of a small
Island In the West Indies, Just north
of Haytl. It had voyaged, as nearly as
could be estimated, 4,500 miles In 994
days, averaging a distance of about
four and a half miles In twenty-four
hours.
A bottle thrown overboard from the
steamship Sutherland, on March 11,
1897, drifted 4,000 knots before It was
recovered 181 days later: another record-maker
was picked up on March 26,
1898, having covered 4,700 knots?
roughly 5,045 miles?In a little over
sixteen months.
W The more you say the less people
remember.
IHisrcltanrous Seadinfl.
TREE FEAREO BY MEXICAN8.
Many Fatal Aooidanta Hava Happened
Under It.
Because of the many fatal accidents
that have occurred under a huge tree
that grows In the Haclendita ranch,
in the Zamora district, Mtchoacan,
peasants of the region are growing
more and more superstltitious about its
supposed fatal omen and they begin
to call It "arbol maldito" (cursed
tree.)
The tree Is supposed to b? over 75
years old, says the Mexican Herald,
and Is said to have been planted by
a man who, because of his numerous
crimes and his forgetfulness of the
Divine law, was swallowed up by the
??v. ntk.i tn tr-nrH_
?WIII? AIIUl IIUMI, ObVUIUUlA VV ituuition,
was un hombre muy malo. He
never went to mass, never confessed,
did not carry a rosary around his neck
and never made the sign of the cross.
There was not a beggar In the town
^ho had ever received a "tlaco chlquito"
(old coin equivalent to 1| cents)
from htm. He never gave anything
for the church and never took off his
hat when he met a "padrecito" on the
street.
It was rumored that he was responsible
for many murders and other
atrocious crimes, but he was never
in Jail, neither could he be incarcerated,
because he had a compact with
the devil, and whenever he invoked his
satanlc majesty the latter rendered
him either invisible to human eyes or
smaller than an ant, so that he could
easily escape danger. He had no
friends nor relatives, because he was
shunned by all.
One thing he loved; birds and trees.
He planted numerous trees and fed big
flocks of birds that knew him and
came to his home every morning to
pick the crumbs of bread which he
threw in the patio.
Many years ago?and this Is well
remembered by the peasants; it was
Good Friday?everybody in town had
attended the religious services of the
morning and were going to their homes
when a terrific noise was heard. They
rushed to the street where it came
from to And out what it was, ahd saw
the earth had opened under the.cursed
man's feet. He was enveloped by
thick flames and smoke and disappeared
beneath the surface of the earth.
This was considered a most deserved
punishment. While the faithful were
in the church the cursed man was
'.oaflng around, and having seen a big
crucifix upon an altar erected on the
street, as was done in those days, he
placed a burning cigarette in the lips
of the image. Scarcely had he made
eigne or ten steps wnen ne was enguued
by the Inferno.
That very day all the trees that he
planted, except the cursed one, dried
up, and all the birds he had fed died.
An attempt was made to cut down
the tree that had not dried up, but
the man who made the attempt dropped
dead upon stepping upon the
shadow of Its foliage. The man's body
had to be left there, to be eaten up by
crows, because nobody had the courage
to approach and remove' It.
Since that day numerous persons
have met a tragic death under that
tree. A pedestrian who went under It
for shade on a hot summer day was
bitten by a snake and died in two
hours. Three men on different occasions
sought shelter from rain under
Its branches, and were struck by lightning.
A woman who was hanging
some clothes to dry from the trunk of
the tree, was attacked and killed by a
billy goat that came from nobody
knows where and that was never seen
again. Two years ago a little boy who
was riding a burro, Innocently led his
animal to the tree. The burro threw
him off and kicked him to death. The
last victim of this fatal tree was a
man named Melqulades Arevalo, who,
three or four days ago, during a heavy
rainstorm, ran under the tree for
shelter; like his predecessors on such
occasions he was struck by lightning.
The horror that peasants have for
this tree Is so great that peons refuse
to work on the fields half a mile
around It. Propero Garcia, the owner
of the ranch where that tree grows,
is said to have made up his mind to
have It blown up with dynamite, but
he has been unable to find a man who
Is willing to do the work, so It seems
probable that he will have to do It
himself.
8HE MADE GOOD.
Pampered Daughter of Capitaliat
Something of a Financier Herself.
A member of Vassar's graduation
class, the daughter of a Chicago capitalist,
Is noted for her generosity and
prodigal liberality. A short time ago
her father, who Is self-made, began to
fear that his daughter did not appreciate
the value of money. She promptly
wrote demanding that her allowance
be stopped and set to work, more as a
joke than for any other reason, to see
Just how much she could do for herself.
She had spent several years in
Europe when a child, and spoke French
and German with such ease that she
always elected a course in one or the
other that might prove a rebate on
study expended In other directions.
Consequently she secured several patrons
In the city whom she visited
weekly to converse amiably and Instructively
with their children In
whichever language they chose.
At home she had an excellent French
maid, whose operations she had often
watched with Interest. 8he put up a
sign announcing, "Shampoo at 25
cents, manicuring at 15 cents; latest
and most aproved methods. Buy a
book of tickets and save money."
She opened a boot-blacking stand and
Impressed her lazy roommate Into service.
They who had formerly slept
until getting any breakfast was a
gamble now arose at dawn and disposed
of long rows of boots.
The girl's father, among other
things, was an officer of an express
company. Weekly her laundry was
franked home that her dainty garments
might not be ruined in the college
laundry. This suggested yet another
Industry. She became a laundress
of turnovers and fine handkerchiefs.
The 10-cent store furnished
the outfit at a price that would have
delighted the Salvation Army, and she
made enough out of it to pay her bill
at the grocery store?representing
many a college spread. It happened.to
be near a basket-ball game. She rent
ed a sewing: machine and went into
the (lag: business, making 80 per cent
on each pennant. At the end of the
month she sent her father an account
of her career, which so pleased that
gentleman?he had Just won a victory
over the board of directors?that he
came on and took her and her friends
to New York, where the time of their
lives was theirs for the asking. His
alarms were so successfully quieted
that he begged her to give up business
for the present and let him support
her until she finished college.?Public
Opinion.
HOR8E WHI8PERER8.
Secret Methods That Were Used By
Irish Animal Trainers.
Ireland, as well as the far north of
Scotland, had?possibly still has?its
"horse whisperers," though the "brotherlngs"
which give such permanence
and geniality to the Scottish "plowman's
whisper" never seem to have existed
in the sister Island. Irish "whisperers"
have been lonely men, whose
secret has generally died with them.
The most famous "whisperer" of
modem times was James Sullivan of
Dunhallow. No horse was ever brought
to Sullivan which he did not permanently
tame. Ordinarily restive animals
he would master in a few minutes.
For exceptionally vicious horses
he took about half an hour, during
which time he shut the stable door and
forbade any one to open It till he gave
the signal. When the door was opened,
the horse was still lying down and
Sullivan, by his side, playing with him
as a child does with a puppy. There
was no tying up of the foreleg or any
other visible means of coercion. How
his ascendancy was obtained no one
could tell.
A successor of Sullivan, named
O'Hara, became almost equally famous
and wai often urged to explain what
was the secret of his Influence. But
O'Hara treated his questioners as
Samson did the Philistines, deluding
them with various and unsatisfactory
answers. At one time, for Instance, he
said the secret lay in "rocking" the
horse?putting one hand firmly on his
crupper and with the other grasping
his shoulder and then swaying him to
and fro, gently at first and gradually
increasing the motion till you throw
him. At another time he protested
that his plan was to bite the animal's
ear. Both these are well known jockey
tricks. The most stubborn horse, they
say, will be wholly subdued by being
thrown twice or thrice, and if you can
get a vicious horse's ear between your
teeth and bite hard you are his master
and he your submissive slave from that
time forward. As to the idea that the
"whisperer" works by kindness, It
stands to reason that that method
aunnoses the entire education of the
animal to be in your hands. If you
have only half an hour to do your
work In you must show overmastering
power as well as kindly feelings. A
horse whose temper has been spoiled
by chronic bad treatment looks on all
men alike?as tyrants artd bullies.?
Golden Penny.
FOUND THE PHILADELPHIA.
Successful 8#arch In Harbor of Tripoli
For American Frigate.
Charley Wellington Furlong made a
systematic search at Tripoli of Barbary
for the lost remains of the famous
American frigate, Philadelphia,
destroyed In the harbor of Tripoli a
hundred years ago. He tells the romantic
story of how he found the vessel]
at last:
"In less than an hour my search was
rewarded by seeing the broken ends of
the great ribs of a vessel protruding
through dull-colored eel grass. I nofhnt
Ihta cross seemed to follow
the line of the ribs, and carefully noted
Its character, further to aid me In my
search. Examining these closely, no
doubt was left In my mind but that
they belonged to a large vessel, and I
ordered the boatman to let fall the anchor.
"The lead gave us two and a half
and three fathoms. Hastily undressing,
we dived several times. Mr. Riley
first succeeded In buoying the spot
by going down with the line and slipI
lg It over one of the ribs. While on
the bottom I carefully examined the
timbers. They were honey-combed In
certain parts In a peculiar way. The
continual sea wash of a century seemed
to have made lis Inroads at the
softest places, and they gave every
appearance In form of partially burned
stumps. Much of It was Inclosed In a
fossil crust, and only by repeated efforts
I succeeded in breaking off a
piece. The many winds from the desert
and the shifting shoals of sand had
filled In and around the frigate, and
her keel must have lain burled nearly
two fathoms deeper than the present sea
bottom. The freshening breeze made
further Investigation Impossible; so.
after taking bearings and leaving the
spot buoyed, we returned to the shore,
landing amid an awaiting curious crowd
nf Turks. Arabs and blacks.
"Six days later, through the courtesy
and Interest of the officers of the Greek
warships Crete and Paralos, a ship's
cutter and machine boat with drivers
were placed at my disposal."?Harper's
Magazine.
ti Secretary of the Treasury Leslie
M. Shaw had an amusing experience
at one of the dinners given to him at
one of the large cities In Florida during
his recent trip south. When called
upon for a speech he made one
dwelling particularly upon the expansion
of trade and the bright prospects
ahead for American manufacturers.
Just as he finished one of the guests,
who was a member of the board of
trade of the city, arose and said:
"Expansion of trade Is all right, but
how about the abolishment of the Iniquitous
tariff?"
Instantly Secretary Shaw was on
his feet again, and turning to the interrupter,
said:
"I will promise you If you will get
your board of trade to Join with the
boards of trade In California In asking
for the repeal of the tariff on oranges
I will make It my personal business
to see that the duty on this fruit
Is Immediately repealed."
The reply was greeted by a burst
of applause, and nothing further was
said about the "iniquitous tariff" during
the rest of the dinner.
^
?tvGood breeding Is a letter of credit
all over the world.
<tv It Is more profitable to read one
man than ten books.
GAMBLING AND GAMBLING.
Mayer of Atlanta Refutes to 8train at
Gnat and Swallow Camel.
J. Q. Woodward, mayor of Atlanta,
vetoed the antl-gambllng ordinance,
because it discriminated in favor of
the big gamblers. As to betting on futures
he says:
"If we are to take such precaution
to prevent gambling among the little
gamblers of our city?those that cpmmlt
the unpardonable sin of betting a
few cents or dollars on a horse race or
baseball game?why should we not
give a little law-making thought to
the big gamblers in high life?those
who indulge in bucketshop futures?
This is a class of people and gambling
that is doing more to ruin our people
and bring women and children to want
through the thievery of bank and trust
officials than all the gambling house*
of all kinds put together. Tet these
gilded places of high finance, that are
patronised even by church dignitaries
and the wealthy people of the country,
are allowed to so on undisturbed. Is
It any more or any worse gambling to
bet $10 on a horse race than It Is to
go Into one of these bucket shops and
bet $600 that cotton will go up or
down? I dare say that the entire cotton
crop Is gambled off every day In the
year through these gambling hells In
futures, and yet not a bale of cotton Is
delivered. The same may be said of
railroad and other stocks. Beef, pork,
com, lard, wheat and the other necessaries
of life are shining marks for
this class of gamblers. Fictitious prices
are created and thus the masses of our
people have to suffer. This class of
rambling has brought more men to
bankruptcy and pauperism, to poison
and suicide, and more women and children
to want than all other agencies
of gambling combined. Tet this class
of high financiers Is looked upon as a
high-grade of business men. They
should be classed as gamblers and laws
should be made and enforced that
would close up all such places. Any
action your honorable body may see
fit to take looking to that end will
receive my hearty approval.
"6 would not be understood as taking
sides with any form of gambling,
but to make such strenuous laws
against the little gambler and allowing
the big gamblers to carry on their
business in a legalised manner seems
to me to be straining at a gnat and
swallowing not only a camel, but the
whole menagerie."
LITTLE MY8TERIE8 OF LIFE.
Curious Happenings For Whioh Thoro
Appears to Ba No Explanation.
Nearly every one la familiar with
stories of events that foreshadow
death, says Pearson's Weekly. The
writer of this article la personally acquainted
with a family, who are susceptible
to a certain warning, and once
had the uncanny experience of hearing
It himself.
One night a child lay 111. In the
room next to it the governess slept.
On the following morning she spoke
of a tapping at her window during the
night and was surprised to see that the
father of the child was violently affected
by her remark. The child died
early on the following morning.
Some years afterward the writer, In
company with a member of this family
and some other friends, was seated in
a room playing cards.
Suddenly he heard three distinct
taps at a large French window which
opened Into the garden. Looking up,
his gaze met that of his friend's, and
he saw a sudden pallor come into the
tatter's "face. Afterward he mentioned
the occurrence, and received the reply
that it was the death tap he had
heard. Surely enough, a telegram arrived
on the following day to say that
his friend's grandmother was dead.
Another Instance occurred in the
writer's own family. A lady dreamed
that she was Journeying to the west
of England. At Swindon she left the
train and waited In the waiting room
until a hraneh connection arrived.
Suddenly she looked up at the clock
and saw that It registered 7.15. At
that moment a dense blackness came
over the scene and she remembered
nothing more.
The next day the news arrived that
her mother had died at 7.15 that same
morning In her home In the west of
England.
Life is full of little inexplicable mysteries.
They occur every day. and are
passed by as being merely ordinary.
Whenever the conversation turns on
telepathy or the occult sciences there
is always some one with a story of
the mysterious to tell.
About ten years ago, on a large
open tract of land in the north of
London (now fortunately covered with
red brick villas), a number of boys
were playing cricket. Suddenly there
came a loud humming noise, like the
combined droning of thousands of
bees, and a great stone larger than a
man's fist whizzed across the center
of the pitch and embedded itself in a
bank. Almost immediately It was followed
by another and then a third.
Although they waited In hiding for
some time there was no repetition of
the mysterious missiles. The question
then arose, where could they have
come from? The nearest house was
quite 400 yards away, and a machine
to have sent these large stones whirling
at such a frightful pace over this
distance would be rather an extraordinary
article of furniture for a suburban
villa So the cause of this remarkable
occurrence yet requires explanation.
In the same district, a few years
back, four young men were seated In
a room playing whist. Suddenly, Just
after midnight, the door, which had
been latched, opened slowly until It
had reached Its fullest limit.
In surprise the players looked ap, but
no one was standing In the doorway.
Then, ere one of them could move, the
door slowly closed Itself again. Immediately
one of the young men Jumped
up, pulled the door open and stared
up and down the hall, but there was
absolute silence and no one about
Some years ago a gentleman was
seated at a table busily writing. At
the moment he was alone In the house.
Suddenly he heard the patter of feet
outside the door and then the sound
of a dog barking. Going outs'Je the
room, he saw, to his surprise, that his
dog had found Its way from the garden
Into the house and for some reason
was violently barking.
Crash! The room behind him was
suddenly In darkness and a smell of
escaping gas pervadfd the air. Directly
he understood what had happened
and hurried to >ieal up the broken
pipe of the chandelier. The latter
was lying in a thousand pieces on the
floor.
But for the mysterious instinct that .
caused the dog to enter the house and
attract this gentleman's attention He
would probably have been killed by
the falling chandelier, for he had been
sitting directly beneath it
But there is no end to the number
of similar experiences until one is led
to believe that there are many mysterious
forces at work of which we
have no conception.
BURBANK'e LATEST FEATS.
New Wondsrt Wrought By the Wnt rn
Wizard af Karticultura.
Thomas Nunau, w I ting from Baa
Francisco to the New York American,
says; Luther Burbanic, the man who
with wizard-like feni' is has altered the
schemes of jiature, is busily at work
on a plan for removlr t from the grape
the qualities which are deleterious In
wine making. This i'oIIowi close on
the heels of his startling achievement
with the "pomato." Briefly summarised,
this last evolution is a matter of
planting a tuber and gathering from
the potato vine a luscious, white fruit,
one that is delightfully palatable, and
makes an excellent preserve.
Mr. Burbank has named the potato
fruit "pomato." When compared with
the tomato the pomato is smaller in
sise, and its meat is white, Instead of
red, and is highly flavored. In other
words, its flavor is that of a fruit
rather than of a vegetable.
Burbank speaks of the creation of
the pomato as resulting from tl<e
"turning of the plant life in an opposite
direction." Inst -id of cultivating
tubers we now cultivnle fruit, and the
tubers are of a secondary consideration
the fruit on the vine being the
main object
Chief among the experimental work
with the tubers on which Mr. Burbank
is now at work, is the crossing
of the soL&num commersoni, a wild
species of the potato which grows on
the Mercedes river in South America,
with the common potato. The aforenamed
potato was discovered some
ten years ago, and specimens were
taken to Paris, and xlmoet a decade
ago Dr. Heckel studied and tried to
hybridise them. Finally he sent Luther
Burbank a slnule eye and In
twelve months after the experiments
he secured 110 hybridisations from it
Burbank also has other varieties of
potatoes, including the potatoes that
grow in some parts of the mountains
of Arizona Central America and in
the high mountainous country of Old
Mexico. The hardy qualities of these
"wild potatoes," so to speak, are being
combined with the ordinary tuber,
which nu iu a. uci ui m cutout m>uv?
run It* race of service. Here is the
kind of new potato Mr. Burbank will
produce. It will be t:?etter In quality,
better in flavor, mori; productive and
of more even size, at aa to do away
with "small potatoes" altogether and
a Ik lato that will resist the various
diseases known to thsse tubers.
J!About how many varieties of potatoes
have you on hand now. Mr.
Burbank. with which you are experimenting
to produce the new potato?"
he was asked.
"Over 10,000," was the ready reply.
Most of the 10,000 varieties are hybridisations
of Mr. Burbank*a own creation.
These have been produced by
crossing, followed by careful testing
and selecting.
Recently Mr. Burbank commenced
the planting of the 10,000 varieties on
his experimental grounds. The potatoes
are of all kinds o.nd shapes, some
round, some square, iome tone, some
short, of all colors. There are pure
white tubers and black ones. Pink,
crimson, purple and yellow are among
the colors of the potatoes being planted.
There were In the varieties those
that yield early In the season and
those that yield late.
Mr. Burbank's other experiments approach
the marvelous. By following
along the Darwinian lines of selection
he has produced the stonedess plum,
the unfading flower, the thornless
blackberry vine. He has trained the
cactus to grow with,out spines. He
has caused Ave hundred kinds of apples
to grow on one tree; and considering
the lilies and how they grow
without fragrance, he has Imparted a
delightful fragrance to them.
"The wee, modest, crimson tipped
flower" has been transformed by him
into the glorious and queenly Shasta
daisy. The carnations have been
plalnted green and retain that color at
the wizard's bidding. In more practical
lines Mr. Burbanic has taken the
prune which used to be nearly all pit
and made a giant, meaty fruit of it
The tomato and other vegetables have
been wonderfully Improved. The Burbank
chestnut tree win be a revelation
to those who are still unacquainted
with it
Mr. Burbank plans An the immediate
future to make vast Improvements in
all grains that grow. He will cause
wheat, rye, barley, oats and com to
double the present acreage output
without causing two grains or two
ears to grow where one only grew before.
And he feels that his work has
only been Just begun and that the
possibilities extend beyond the present
dreams of man.
OYAMA COMMENTS LITTLE.
The Famous Field Marshal 8ays Very
Little Before Battle.
In Moscow military hospitals at present
are 150 wounded Japanese soldiers,
nearly all of whom fill Into Russian
hands during the early stage of the
battle of Mukden.
A correspondent who has interviewed
one through the medium of an interpreter
obtained the following information
about Field Marshal Oy&ma.
"Unlike General Ku -old. who always
speaks encouragingly co his officers hefore
a battle, our commander-in-chief
says nothing. Nor does he say mueh
after a victory. At the battle of the
Shaho a dispatch rider, named Hlroto,
did a brave act which was contrary to
the Instructions he received. The field
marshal sent for him, questioned him,
and sent him away v.-lthout praise or
blame. Hlroto thought the commander-in-chiefs
silence m?ant that he was
about to order some punishment and
killed himself with a bayonet Almost
before he was dead, a staff officer rode
up with a hundred yen In money,
which Marshal Oyama had sent the
suicide In reward for his courage. The
reward arrived too late.
"At the battle of Llao-Tang, the
marshal was slightly wounded In the
left arm. He said nothing about It
and all the soldiers who knew also
kept silence, fearing that If they spoke
the news would spread In an exaggerated
form and cause depression In the
army.
"The field marshal Is the most religious
man In the whole army, and
often complained that many officers
when learning European methods also
acquired European' tendencies to unbelief.
He believes In all the Japanese
gods and has s. temple at his
house In Toklo."