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CHAPTER XXVIII.
_ In A Dead Man s Hand.
' The election was near at hand.
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Throughout ine country u?uiv? i..?
air was scented with barbecued pig
and sheep roasted whole, and in the
town the night was sleepless with the
blare and the snort of the brass band.
Old politicians, keen to Jump back '
into the harness and Jingle the tracechains
of self importance, predicted
that there was to be a sweeping victory
for "Democracy" unless the enemy
held in reserve a trick to spring
at the last moment. But as the Judges (
of election had to all appearances
been fairly appointed, it was not likely
that any decisive trick could be devised.
Besides, it did not seem to be '
the Carpetbagger's desire to win by <
fraud. He had held the state in the 1
hollow of his grasping hand, and surely '
he could have kept it there, for noth- 1
^ ing had really occurred to weaken <
his power?nothing except the con- '
cessions which he himself had grant- 1
ed. '
In the glow of a noon when the air 1
was close, the Major halted in at Mrs. '
^ Fairburn's gate. The widow was sitting
in a hammock swung across the 1
veranda. She waved her fan at him 1
and asked him to come in. He had 1
not the time for so luxurious a pleas- 1
ure, he said; there was work for him 1
to do, at the committee rooms in the <
hotel, but he could not resist the '
"1 temptation to linger for a moment. 1
He stood in the cool shade of a vine, <
and seemed to be in no haste to get 1
at his important work. 1
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"A lew ciays ago, a<uu he, .? ..
my earnest desire to be elected; now
W It Is more than a desire?It Is an enthusiasm."
"Then a distant view did not lend
a false enchantment to the office,"
she replied, laughing.
"No, the closer I get, the more attractive
It becomea"
"Why, Major?"
Her woman's instinct told her why,
but she could not have helped asking.
Naturally he expected the question,
but of course pretended astonw
ishraent .that she should not know
why.
"The office Is brighter, now, Alice,
because I have a hope that you will
share It with me."
^ "Why. Major," she said, somewhat
flustered, "don't talk so loud. Some
one might hear you."
He bowed over the gate and said
that he would respect her caution.
"But," he added, "I would like to
shout it from the dome of the state
j house."
"They WOUia imnK mat yuu ntiv .
making a political speech," she said, i
He shook his head. "No, not a po- t
lltical speech, for there can be noth/Ing
politic where the heart Is so deeply
concerned. A man may set his 1
mind upon an office; his heart Is re- t
served for something nobler. But as 1
I said before, you must not decide
Impulsively. When I am Governor <
I shall expect your answer." i
He bowed again and passed on, (
and just at that moment, a negress, i
employed by Mrs. Fairburn as a laun- 1
dress, came round a corner of the t
house, wringing her hands and moan- t
ing. Mrs. Fairburn, full of sympa- 1
thy, besought her to tell the cause of ^
her dls'.ress, but the poor woman was
* so overcome by grief that it was j
some moments before she could 1
speak. Then she said that Zeb, her <
husband, had been found murdered, 1
with a knife wound in his breast. On f
^ the nighc before, he had gone to meet I
a man who owed him money?she 1
am not know the name of the man?
and had been stabbed to death in ]
Thompson's lumber yard. 1
^ "I do&n want him t' be burled by i
no charity," said the woman. "I want !
borry enough money t' pay fur de
<*?r>eral; an* I doan know when I kin
pay you, but I want you t' take dis s
yore watch an' keep It till I fetches 1
M money back t* you."
She took a gold watch from her
bosom and held it out to Mrs. Fairburn.
"I don't want your watch,
Minerva. I will let you have the 3
money, but I couldn't think of?"
"Yessum, you mus'. You got t\ i
'case I doan know whut t' do wid It
no how, fur it's too fine fur me." i
"Let me see It," said Mrs. Fair- 3
burn, taking the watch. She opened
it and looked up with a start. "Where 1
did you get this? Tell me the truth." 1
"Yassum, I'll tell you de truf ez de 1
Lawd is my jedge. My husband he
It gib It t* me."
"Do you know where he got It?"
"No'm, I doan know, but de white 1
pusson dat he work9 fur mus' er gib
It t' him in pay fur his work."
"Do you know whom he worked ]
* for?" i
"No'm. He neber tole me much er i
bout his effairs. No'm, I doan know." ;
"I'll let you have the money and
keep the watch," said the widow i
kindly. Gently drawing the sorrow- i
ing negress down upon the veranda
she questioned her long about all i
^ phases of the affair and particularly
inquired about the watch.
Then she sent the woman away
with the money under her apron,
chanting a negro's improvised dirge ;
as she crossed lots in the direction of j
home. Reaching there, her chant i
was merged Into the mourning song <
sung by her friends, gathered at the <
house. Jim looked in at the door and
stood shaking his head. Early that '
morning a man had come running to ;
tell him that Zeb was dead in Thomp- i
son's lumber vard. and he had has- j
tened over there to see for himself. 1
The news had not yet been spread,
the body having Just been found, and I
Jim saw the murder In all Its ghastly
newness. He approached cautiously. |
looking at the dead man's upturned <
face. Then he looked at the right
hand, shut tight, and stood there,
0 pop-eyed with a discovery. Bending i
over he took something from the dead I
man's hand. As he looked at it an
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ashen pallor overspread his swarthy
face, his knees trembled and his
teeth chattered like castanets. He
carefully put it away In his pocket
and hastened away. He returned
when the coroner came, but said
nothing of his discovery. He walked
about In deep thought, shaking his
head. He was related to the newlymade
widow, and went to her house
tn mntirn with her' hilt h?> did nflt
Bven tell her of the thing which he
had found in the dead man's hand.
CHAPTER XXIX.
The Check That Conscience Draws.
Several members of the legislature,
who had been unusually active In
state affairs during the Carpetbag regime,
were missing. Rumor said they
had gone abroad for their health, albeit
they had grown fat and waxed
strong through feeding at the public
expense. The rats had begun to desert
the sinking ship; those who remained
did so in order to make one
last plundering attack upon whatever
could be found in the old worm-eaten
hulk.
Willetts sent for Lucy Llnford. He
knew he had reached the end of his
rope and that he no longer had any
influence whatsoever with the chief
executive. Daily conferences with
:he lethargic Lummers had confirmed
this beyond question, even if addilional
confirmation was needed. He
knew that hencerorth whatever was
iccomplshed by him must be done
vicariously and he turned to the
ichoolbook lobbyist as the most eflfec:ive
tool available.
"What is the use of trying to push
:hi8 matter right in the midst of the
election excitement?" demurred old
Steve's Agent. "Why not wait a
Ahile? If the election goes against
tiim, he will still be Governor for a
Willetts snorted. "You may unierstand
schoolbooks," he cried, "but
vou don't understand Mississippi.
Kow, listen and follow me closely.
The moment the election returns are
n, the Carpetbag government will
explode. Those law-makers will take
;o the woods like scared rabbits,
rhey've been sitting there now eight
nonths in violation of all law, crawlng
over each other in their efforts to
?U8h through a few more schemes
>efore the crash comes. Our people
von't pay us a cent so long as there
s any loophole in this bill which will
enable the next administration to unlo
it. They demand that it shall not
>nly be signed by the Governor, but
lIso that the fact shall be recorded in
>oth houses before they will cash in
tor us. We must get the old man's
lame and we must get it, too, before
his legislature lets go. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Get him?somehow. I don't care
tow. You can do more with him
;han I can. You are a woman. You
enow what that means."
The lobbyist shook her head dubi)usly.
"I'll see what I can do," she
emarked, "but I'm not at all sanguine
about the matter. He won't
nelt?I've tried him and I know.
We've got to take another tack this
;ime. Leave me alone with him for
' 'our mlnntoo QTlrt I'll trv tn lnnrl him.
Save Lummers keep everyone else
iway so that I'll have a clear field."
This was a matter easy of accomplishment.
Lummers was expecting
ler when she called. "Tell the Govjrnor
a lady wishes to see him, Jim,"
le said. "No name?just a lady. I'm
poing to step up to the senate cham)er
for a moment. Don't let anyone
n till I get back."
The Governor entered briskly from
lis private office with a number of
papers in his hand. He stopped
ibruptly as he recognized the caller.
She was all smiles.
"Are you surprised?" she inquired.
"Um-no," was the hesitating response.
"I'm not surprised at any:hlng
nowadays?haven't time."
Lucy motioned toward a chair.
'May I sit down?" she asked.
"Certainly."
She indicated another chair. "Won't
fOU?"
"It is hardly worth while. I am
/ery?"
"Oh, come, be sociable just a minute.
You're not afraid of me, are
fou?"
The Carpetbagger shook his head.
'I'm afraid of myself," he said, as he
took a seat across the room from his
/isitor.
"Governor, how is your memory?"
"Bad?very bad."
"You haven't forgot what you told
me the other nght, have you?"
"No. I told you 'good bye.'"
The lobbyist bit her lip. "You
have a positive genius," she remarked
"for forgetting things you ought
to remember and remembering things
pou ought to forget."
"Oh. I don't know about that. There
are a great many things I'd like to
forget and can't."
"I hope you haven't tried to forget
the Midland bill."
"No."
"Thank you."
"I forgot that without trying-"
There was a marked change in
Miss Linford's demeanor at once. She
iltered her tactics instantly. All attempts
at fascination were at an end;
rerbal fencing was abandoned; she
[lid not smile now.
"Governor," she said forcefully,
'vou understand your business or
^ou wouldn't be where and what you
ire. I think I understand mine. I'm
i business woman now; let's talk
business."
The Carpetbagger shifted uneasily
n his chair but made no reply.
"In politics," she went on, there
s nothing sadder than an official sui?hle?like
this."
"Well, I'm not on Ice yet."
"You've killed yourself. Don't you
think you ought to save enough now
to pay your funeral expenses?"
"Don't let that worry you."
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ANNA SCHUMACHER, VICTIM
The murder of Anna Schumacher
fiendish crimes of recent yenrs. The \
of her father. When she had not ri
police. Forty-eight hours afterward
cemetery. The girl had been attack!
a thin layer of earth. The first clew '
the bo<1y. The spade was found In ai
"You've pulled down tne tempie.
What have you gained? You have
thrown away the Governorship; you
have thrown over your party and defeated
your friends. Now what? Do
you expect to live here among these
people whom you have robbed for
years? You can't do It. Do you expect
to go back to Chicago? How
will you do that?walk back?without
a cent?"
"If a man is 'broke' It doesn't make
much difference where he is, does It?"
"The election is a mere waste of
time. What's the use? The moment
the returns are In, however, the legislature
will adjourn. Then it vlll be
too late. Your name?right now?
Is worth $50,000. Sell It."
She was leaning toward him eagerly,
looking straight into his eyes, and
every word was uttered with the force
of a hammer blow. The Carpetbagger
leaned back In his chair, looked
toward the celling and crossed his
hands behind his head. "Do you remember,"
he slowly asked, after a
brief interval of silence, "in that old
school-reader there was a quotation
from an older book: 'A good name is
rather to be chosen than great
riches?' I'm afraid you haven't got
that in your new books."
"Bosh!"
"Think so?"
"Yes, I do think so. Better men
than you have done worse things.
You musn't let a sentimental whim
wreck all your chances for the future.
It would be a crime. We haven't a
moment to lose. You have only one
chance left?don't let it slip. You owe
this to yourself; you owe it to your
daughter. Think of her future and?"
The Governor sprang to his feet.
"Hold on now!" he cried. "You've
gone far enough. I have heard you;
now you hear me. When I came
down here, I came just as you did?
to plunder. And I did it. There is
no future in that. I've tried it. I know.
Miss'ssippi today has every dollar
that I took from her. I have given
her back 1 er money; she has given
me back rny conscience."
sneer hardened the woman's
face. "Will that pay a board bill?"
she asked Ironically. "You can't cash
your conscience at the bank."
"Any check that conscience draws
?whether it is ever paid or not?will
be honored everywhere."
"Oh, sentiment sounds as pretty as
anything in your old school-reader,
but you'll find you can get along a
good deal better on three meals a
day. Be sensible."
Suddenly the Governor turned
upon her. "Sensible?" he cried. "No
sensible man ever is dishonest. Let
me tell you that whenever a man
tries to strike out the enacting clause
of the Ten Commandments he is
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neuueu iui
Nellie ancl Roy came bounding: Into
the room. Seeing Miss Llnford engaged
with the governor they stopped
short and prepared to beat a hasty
retreat.
"Come in!" cheerily called the Carpetbagger.
'Come right In. How are
you, Captain? It's all right: this lady
has finished her business."
The lobbyist reluctantly rose. "I
didn't say I had finished my business
with you," she snarled.
"Didn't you?" gaily responded the
Governor as he took Nellie's curly
head between his hands and kissed
her forehead. "Well, I did."
(To be Continued.)
itii' The promptness with which the
hunters of souvenirs are on the Job
was Illustrated yesterday at the Pennsylvania
hospital, where several trees
said to be 150 years old and to have
been planted by Benjamin Franklin
are to be cut down. Franklin was the
first president of the first board of
trustees of the hospital, and it was
under his orders, if not by him personally,
that the trees were planted.
They are at present decaying, and for
the safety of the |?itlents who stroll
around the yard in the summer they
are to be cut down. This fact was
hardly dry in print in the newspapers
when the lirst souvenir hunter put in
his appearance. He was not the only
one, but a steady stream followed and
yesterday the hospital received more
relic hunters than patients. All Insisted
on selecting the piece of the
tree he or she desired, and caused
more trouble to the employees of the
hospital than all the patients In the
building.?Philadelphia Record.
tff The fellow who agrees with everybody
is really a very disagreeable
person.
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IN ROCHESTER CEMETERY M
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Villi ? n?
, a seventeen-year-old girl, In a Rocb
rlrl went to tbe graveyard on Saturday
? urned home at nightfall her mother b
the girl's body was found in a shallow
sd, beaten and strangled and her body
the police obtained was a spade whlc
? abandoned nump house near the seen
YOUR PICTURE WITH TAFT'8.
A Trick of Photography That Hat
Proved Profitable In Washington.
If you want your picture taken
with President Taft come to Washington.
It's a sure thing proposition.
Whether the biggest man of the nation
is at Beverly or Ballymahoo, It's
all the same thing. For the nominal
price of half a dollar or a bagatelle
of that sort you can go thundering
down to posterity on a piece of pasteboard
clasping hands with the king
of America or cosily-locking arms
with his honorable greatness. Or
course, as far as the president goes,
it is absent treatment, plctorially
speaking. All you've got to be particular
about is to be on hand your
own self.
'Way down "the avenue," close to
the Capitol, an obscure little photographer's
shop floats on its frontal a
drapery of white cloth bearing blatantly
the black legend: "Come in
and have your picture taken with
President Taft."
The trick is turned, of course, by
the simple method of Imposing the
customer's figure beside tne siock
plates of President Taft with outstretched
hand, as if in greeting, or
in a friendly arm and arm pose. The
illusion, however, is very good, and
the perpetrator has been making
money ever since the Inauguration,
when postcard fakers filled the streets
with similar enticements. The Capitol
or White House looms convincingly
in the background, and in the
forefront there you are in the presidential
grip and under the radiance
of the presidential smile. Of course
your friends in Wayback believe they
have ocular demonstration that you
are the whole shot, when you come
to Washington!?Louisville Courier
Journal.
THE INTENSIVE GARDEN.
Lessons From Small Plots Cultivated
by French and Belgians.
If we would live by gardening we
must study the ways of gardening
It was a shrewd old English farmer
who used to say to his sons, "Put the
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see what other people are after."
The French market gardeners about
Paris are the most skillful growers in
the world?except the Chinese?and
the average garden of an acre or two
"tilled to the eyebrows," as they say,
shows the following returns, given by
our consul and business men Interested
In the matter:
"There are of course exceptions,
where the total income from one acre
Is $6,000 a year, but as a usual thing
the gardens yield but $1,500 to the
acre, and the average annual profit of
the gardener is not over a thousand
dollars."
How many ministers and college
professors and teachers and small
shopkeepers, artists and literary folk
are making a healthy living and putting
a thousand dollars a year In the
bank besides?
The common French gardener makes
this by Intensive gardening. True, he
begins with certain advantages. For
generations before him his family have
heen gardeners, and the instinct for
the best methods runs in the blood.
Within a ten mi's circuit of Paris are
2,000 market gardens, models of care
and culture, some of which have been
held by the same families for 200
years. These gardens are not large;
the largest is said to be not more than
four acres, common gardens are not
more than two acres, and not the
smallest profits are taken from plots
of a quarter acre, tilled with the finest
care.
Their very name, the marals gardens,
comes from the marals or marshes
of the Seine, which were drained
four generations ago to get at their
rich black soil. These plots are tucked
away In angles of the old fortifications,
or backed by the city walls,
which protect them from north and
east winds. Or else the garden has
its own walls, eight to fifteen feet high
on the north and east sides, giving a
climate of its own.
Ola gardens dating from Louis Philippe's
time and before, have hollow
brick walls with heated flues to force
winter fruit on trees trained against
them. A border two and a half feet
wide along these walls will yield more
fruit of the finest quality than we
commonly take from half an acre of
orchard. In winter leanto or spanroof
shelters of glazed sash protect
the black Hamburg and chasselas
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ORDER, AND SCENES OF THE
ester cemetery was one of tbe motafternoon
to place flowers on tbe grave
egan a search for her and notified tbe
hole In a lonely spot Jost outside tbe
dragged to tbe bole and covered with
h tbe murderer had used In burying
p of the tragedy.
i
grapes, or the peaches, red and per- (
fumed, which weigh ten ounces apiece, i
Ov Mov thaaa fflnflo hniiQPQ pq n l.rt I
taken down and the trees rest and
grow strong: in the open air all sum- j
mer. <
The skilled French or Belgian gardener
takes four to seven crops i.i a
season from the same dead rich soli.
There Is no magic In It. The ma Ml- I
cher, or marsh gardener, turns over
the old mushroom beds of the season
before, forks them up roughly so that ;
the air works among the clods freely i
to carry off the acrid gases of dec >m- <
position?"to sweeten the soil," as h*. i
says. In a few days it grows pow- i
dery and is beaten and raked to a lev- i
el and three to nine Inches of fine soil, j
not too fine, are sifted over It to make
the seed bed. i
Then radish seeds, turnips or car- i
rots of the small, tender, quick grnv- ]
ing sorts are thinly sown and pressed '
gently into the earth. On this same j
bed twenty-flve lettuce plants with <
leaves the else of a half dollar are t
'set out, very likely with four, or Ave ]
cauliflowers under the same glass. In j
the rich, warm soil, with plenty of t
water, the plants have nothing to do <
Hut tn no faat njt nossihle and I
I get out of each other's way In succession.
The radishee are fit to pull In three
or four weeks, the turnips and carrots
In five or six weeks, the lettuce being
headed and cut a fortnight before.
Then the cauliflowers have room to
spread, with a melon vine or a cucumber
In the middle to riot over the
whole three or four feet enclosed,
when the cauliflower heads are set.
out again in the open field.
NAVAL OFFICERS' WOES.
He Had Not Been Fired Upon, But
Seasick? Well, Yes.
"I have never been engaged in a
battle, so I don't know what it is to
be fired upon, but there is one experience
that belongs to a naval career
that never missed me," said former
Lieutenant Palmer, U. S. N., who was
seen by a reporter of the Washington
Herald.
"You know, the average landlubber
thinks a sailor's most trying time is t
when he is standing on the quarter- j
deck of a man-o'-war, playing 'one 'o i
cat' with the enemy's 12-lnch shells, j
Nobody ever thinks that the old tar 1
sometimes has an attack of seasick- t
ness, which is the worst thing that (
can happen to anybody. t
"The fact is, some sailors get sick (
time after time, until finally their systems
get so hardened to the process <
of upheaval that even a ship's biscuit t
won't stay down. I have personally \
tried all the classified forms of sea- i
sickness, and some not yet named, I
and take me as an authority when I 1
tell you that a battle isn't in it with \
such an attack. For instance, I know I
that if the crew of a battleship were ^
all alck, one man with a popgun could I
capture It and run up any old flag: he (
pleased. ?
"Talking about seasickness always c
reminds me of the trip I took on the i
Monterey, from San Francisco, at the (
close of the Spanish-American war. 1
The Monterey Is a double-turreted t
monitor of the 1893 model. Its decks i
were always awash because they were j
within a few Inches of still-water lev- \
el. It was created by the war depart- r
ment for coast defense purposes when
our small navy ran mostly to M's, com- 1
pletlng the list of the Monadnock, r
Mlantonomah, Marietta, Machlas, the ?
Montgomery and Mohican. c
"The orders were to take the Moil- 1
terev at once to Manila, to be held t
there Indefinitely, and so we starred a
with a crew of about 300 men and a
more officers than we could use. 1
"Seasickness? We had it in copi- c
ous quantities all the way over. Storm ^
after storm kept the old-style tub i
bouncing about In the water. Tropl- {
cal heut and that of the engines c
chased the mercury over the 100 mark t
in our staterooms, where we had to 1
stay most of the time, because of the a
uncertainty of the decks. *
"All the way to Honolulu the Mon- s
terey bounced and rolled and many of t
tho rifflppra nnrt men took turns ap- ^
proaching the fence of chains around I
the deck on the side where the turrets
held off the wind. There, unmindful c
of the water which licked over their r
shoes, pale-faced men turned over to t
Neptune what little of government ra- i
tions they had been able to stomach r
on the trip. When we arrived In Ma- e
nlla I found that I had lost thirty- 1
four pounds." a
piscfllaneous grading.
HOW FA8T DOE8 CORN GROW.
Farmer Could Make a Good Gueta and
He Wont a Wager on It.
How fast does corn grow these hot
days and nights?
Wallace Rankin, the hardware
dealer, says i travelling man lost $5
on n tirocrat* In navt'ocn tVila waolr Ha.
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cause he took the wrong end ot a bet
with a farmer as to how fast corn
reaches heavenward. The travelling
man bet that a stalk of corn would
not grow six Inches in the time named.
The traveling man lost his wager
by an Inch and the farmer won
his by one inch and five hours.
The wager was made as the result
of remarks made by the farmer as to
how fast corn was shooting up. He
got off the old remark about its growing
so fast in the night, that he could
hear its Joints pop.
The drummer laughed at him and
told him he was mistaken.
"It's easy for you to say your corn
Is growing that fast," he remarked:
"but you haven't got any money to
back up your claim."
"Yes, I have," said the farmer.
"I've got plenty of money, and I hate
to get more by taking It from you on
a dead sure thing, but since you're
such a wise one and have tried to run
a bluff on me I'll just cover your $6
and bet you that that corn grows six
Inches In thirty-six hours."
It looked like a find to the drummer
and he put up the coin. The pair
agreed on umpires and went to the
farmer's held. There they selected a
likely stalk and tied a string to It,
well up and just long enough to touch
the ground.
Mr. Rankin happened into Oswego
just as the crowd started out to
Bee what the corn had done. It had
been about thirty-one hours then
since the mark was set He went
along with the party. They found
the string elevated quite a bit above
the ground, and wheu a foot rule waa
put to it there were just seven Inches
Trom the end.to the soil. The farmBr
got the money.?Chicago Tribune.
BANK SWINDLERS.
i
How They Try to Get the Best of the
Cashier.
The affable gentleman who hands I
you out money in exchange for your
check is the mark of sharks and swin- 1
Jlers of all descriptions. The possl- i
bilitles offered by a successful fraud
upon him are great and the risks on
the whole are less than have to be |
raced in many other fields of crime. i
Dodges innumerable have been
worked for his especial benefit, but i
the very dangers of his calling make 1
him wary, and he is not easily "had." j
rhat favorite device of petty thieves, |
tor example, called "ringing, the j
changes," which so often deceives the (
ihopkeeper, seldom succeeds with htm.
He -has a disconcerting habit of com- |
pleting each payment as originally i
asked for, blandly Ignoring any (
changes in detail until the end. Thus (
tie makes each transaction complete in ]
Itself, and it is not easy to confuse
film.
Bad money is seldom presented at a j
cank, unless undesignedly, by those
who have been themselves deceived,
[t is extraordinary how quickly a ,
cashier can detect one bad coin among
i number of good ones. The slightest
Jifference in appearance, size or even
weight is often sufficient to catch his ,
menuon; n is nui uecuuac 11c noo
iad so much experience with bad
coins, but because he Is so accustomed
to good ones, that he Is quick In
lotlcing the difference. Gold counter'elts
are usually wrong In the weight,
vhlle silver ones have often a suspiciously
greasy appearance and ring
jadly.
Cashiers have sometimes to face the
isk of robbery by fellow officials,
though these cases are extremely
"are. A few years ago, however, a
aank clerk left suddenly for abroad,
inder clrcudistances which his friends
endeavored to hush up as much as
josslble. He had been detected In the
ict of Ashing with a string and a bent
)in, a bundle of notes out of a cashen's
box during the latter's absence.
\ long term of Imprisonment would
lave been a fitting reward for this
traitorous act, but the bank where it
cccurred paid small salaries and
:hought It advisable to let the offender
to rather than face publicity.
Another case was where a cashier
continually found himself short after
calancing the day's transactions. Uslally
the deficiency was for small
turns. It puzzled him for a long time,
>ut eventually the mystery was solved
jy an accident. A clerk In the office
vas In the habit of handing him a
)ook to Initial each day. The book
vas laid on the desk, where usually
:here were a number of loose gold
:olns lying about, was duly marked
ind lifted up again. One day the
ilerk, In taking back the book, was
lot so cautious as usual, and the
:ashler caught the glint of a coin adlerlng
to the back of it. Struck by
his defiance of the laws of gravity, he
rrasped the book, and found on It a
imall piece of wax, to which the coin
vas adhering, and now that clerk Is
lumbered among the unemployed.
Another cashier recently lost $500
n a simple way. Paying out money
apldly to a large number of custom;rs
on a busy day, he found, when the
;rowd had melted away, a man whom
le had already paid lingering on. Askk1
what he wanted, the man, who was
m old soldier, sent to cash a check by 2
l mercantile establishment, said that s
le was waiting for $500, part of his 2
:heck, which the cashier had not yet c
riven him. The latter was under the r
mpresslon that he had completed the ^
myment, but the old soldier turned 1
>ut his bag. It was not there, and, as '
here was not the slightest doubt of '
lis honesty, the cashier paid him out 1
mother $500. At night he was $500 I
(hurt, and Is now paying' It up by In- c
bailments. Some smart individual In s
he crowd had annexed the amount
vhlle the old soldier was busy countng
the earlier portion of his payment, r
Forgery is the terror of the bank f
:ashler, for it Is difficult to detect, and
nay relieve him of a large sum at one I
(low. If a suspicious check is not \
>ald and turns out to be genuine, it e
nay lose the bank a good account, or I
>ven involve it In an action at law. d
rhus It Is easy to imagine that some I
iwkward transactions arise at times. I
But there are devices for meeting most
of them.
A forged check is usually presented
by an innocent third party?a messenger.
A few skilful questions addressed
to him will give much information
upon which a decision, to pay or not
to pay, can usually be safely based.
Or some purely technical reason may
be given for not paying the check,
thug gaining time and allowing the
drawer to be communicated with. If
the check is presented by a guilty
party, any appearance of delay in payment,
any semblance of keen scrutiny,
renders him uneasy. He makes some
excuse about returning in a few minutes
and hurries off, dreading lest the
delay may be due to the bank authorities
having sent for the police; and
so the cashier is left with a worthless
piece of paper and a sense of danger
escaped.?Philadelphia Public Ledger.
MARYLAND CAVE OF MY8TERY.
Supposed Retreat of Pirates or Smugglers
Discovered.
A spacious cave, which is believed
by the people of the neighborhood to
have been built and used by smugglers
in the early colonial history of
the state, exists in Anne Arundel
county, Md., and has been only recently
entered and thoroughly explored
by George W. Emmerich, of West
Kiver, ana W. W- Billard, of Baltimore.
These young men are the first
persons to have entered the cavern
within the memory of the Oldest inhabitants
of the locality, and are
probably the first who have lnvesti?/vrl
Ua In nirsn A hiiriHro/I
gaiCU 4 to lUlCliVi AIA UYC A (A AAUAAUAVU
years, says a Fair haven correspondent
of 'The Baltimore Sun."
The cave Is located on the farm of
James Jones, about half a mile from
Falrhaven, and its entrance, marked
by a large old elm tree, lies at the
head of a small cove which makes in
from the Chespeake bay, some twenty-live
miles south of Annapolis. The
arched entrance, 6 feet high and 4
feet wide, is lined with bricks exactly
similar to those brought over from
England and used in the old St. i
James church, at Herring creek,
which is three miles distant Falrhaven
is an old colonial port where
the bricks were landed for the con- 1
Btructlon of St Anne's church, at
Annapolis; All Hallows church, at <
Davidsonville, and St. James, these 1
being three of the oldest churches In '
Maryland, and it is probable that the
bricks used in the cave were stolen
from Falrhaven.
The existence of the cave has been
known to many persons in the neigh- 1
borhood, but the entrance had, 1
through the years, become filled up
with earth, until there was left only 1
an opening the size of a man's head.
The fact that the mouth was partly 1
tilled with water and gases, the rumor
that there was a well just with- 1
In, and fear of snakes, had deterred 1
any one from attempting to enter. A
party ci scientists from Washington
Is said to have visited the spot about
two years ago but was driven out by 1
snakes. Many stories and supersti
tions and rumors of ghosts of pirates
have prevailed among the colored :
population. The general belief has 1
been that the cave was used by pirates
or smugglers, but no httempt
was made to verify the theory until 1
Mr. Emmerich and Mr. Billard de- 1
termined to explore it 1
After considerable labor Meftsrs.
Emmerich and Billard, equipped 1
with picks and shovels, lanterns and '
revolvers, succeeded in making an 1
opening large enough to permit the <
entrance of their bodies, when they 1
were met by a heavy stream of water 1
which finally subsided until it was '
knee deep, and they found them- '
selves in a long passage. The brick 1
lining extended back about fourteen 1
feet from the entrance, and beyond
that the walls of the passage were
found to consist of hard, white clay or 1
fuller's earth so hard that it did not '
require additional support. The pas- 1
sage is fully a hundred feet in length '
mil the marks of tools on the walls '
:an still be seen. It is built on a 1
fairly sharp curve ideally arranged
for resisting an intruding enemy. '
Pushing on through the mud and *
water, the explorers came at last to
i room about twenty feet long and 1
twelve feet wide, with a perfectly '
irched celling about twelve feet 1
high. The room, like the passage, 1
had been cut into the hard clay about 1
fifty feet below the surface of the "
fill), and needed no support. Much to
;he regret of the adventurers, no pl-ates'
gold or anything else was
'ound In the room, but, owing to the
iepth of the mud and water, no care'ul
examination of the ground could
)e made, and they do not admit that
here may not be something buried
n the floor of the cavern. They did
liscover, however a large hole filled
rvith loose earth, the bottom of which
hey were unable to reach with their
ihovels and which indicated the exisence
of an outlet from the cave to
he other side of the hill. There are
radltions of the existence of another
mtrance to the cave which time has
:oncealed, as a careful search failed
o reveal it.
What lends color to the belief that
his cave was not used by honest men
s the fact of its location. The conflglration
of the land shows plainly
hat the cove was formerly of much
arger extent. The channel is nar ow
and tortuous, and a vessel lying a
it anchor in the cove would be enirely
out of sight of ships in the bay, 8
^ >- - ....??.i* V.111 r
vnne irum me suuuuu vi ,.? ? .....
my craft in the bay could readily be *
leen. A more Ideal spot for the oper- J
itions of smugglers in the early days '
rannot be imagined. There are no
ecords of pirates operating in the '
'icinity of Anne Arundel county, al- *
hough they are said to have visited '
5t. Mary's on one occasion. Mr. Bll- *
ard and Mr. Emmerich are deter- 8
nlned to attempt to And the other 8
jassage, If It exists, and examine the v
ave more carefully, with a view of
lolvlng the mystery. ^
, m , e
LUCK.?"JJO you mum iuuiv tuu< j
nuch of a figure In the success or
allure of a man nowadays?"
"Yes, I believe It does. There's
3agshaw, for Instance. What show
vould he ever have had to live at
e
ase and belong to clubs If he hadn't
lad the luck to find a banker with a
laughter who was so homely that .1 j
arge premium had to be offered with
ler?"?Chicago Record Herald.
A STORY ABOUT SNAKES.
One Big Moccanin and Forty-Eight
Littla Onaa.
The editor of the Dally Mall waa
Bitting on the plana of hla home on
BJizabeth street, Sunday morning,
waiting for breakfast to be served,
when a long, gaunt individual opened
the front gate and walked In, bearing
a large tin can in hla arms.
"Morning," aald the man. "I've
errtt nnm?thlnr frtr vnn "
"Thank you," replied the editor.
"What la It?"
"Have a look," said the man, and
took the lid off the can.
The editor looked, and then backed
off and leaned against the side of
the house. The can was about half
full of snakes.
"Yes, sir," said the man. "Big old
water moccasin, and forty-eight little
ones. Killed the big old snake at the
Brogon Mill pond this morning, and
she had forty-eight little ones In her.
If you don't believe It you can count
them."
The editor Intimated that he didn't
want to count the snakes.
"Perry Fowler and his son killed
the snakes," said t^ie man. "And B.
C. Blair and John Junkin and Perry
Cox witnessed the killing. And they
told me to bring the snakes over here
and let you see them and ask you to
put a piece In the paper about it
They 'lowed as how you are a pretty
good hand at writing for the paper."
The man told all this, and then re
peated It, and then talked aome more
to the same effect. The eight of the
snakes, and the smell of them, had
made the editor decide that he did
not want any breakfast, and might
never want anything to eat again.
The man talked on, and on and on. It
seemed to the editor that he never
would leave.
The editor listened to It for a while,
and then tried to quit listening. He
wondered for a time how a person
would feel after killing a man in cold
blood. In the meantime the man
kept telling the story of killing the
snakes, while the odor of the reptiles
kept coming up from the can In great
waves and chunks. It seemed hours
and hours before the man ran down
and quit
Finally the man said, "Well, I
guess I might as well be going. Be
sure and write a good piece about it
Good day." And he started off.
"Hold on," exclaimed the editor.
"You are leaving your snakea"
"ftl. ' Mnll.4 ?ha man "T Ann't
want 'em. Tou can have 'em. In
fact I brans 'em to you, all the way
from the Brogon Mill, over two miles."
"Why, confound your picture," retorted
the editor, "I don't want the
blasted snakes. Take them away from
here. Take them away."
"But I do not want 'em," replied
the man, "and I don't know what to
do with 'em. I've got no plaoe to put
em/'
The editor then tried another tack.
"You'say you killed those snakes at
the Brogon Mill?" he asked.
"Yes," replied the man.
"Did you show them to Mr. Jim
Hammett, the president of the mill?"
continued the editor.
"No, I did not," replied the man.
"Well, you should do so by all
means," said the editor. The man
seemed Impressed with the idea, and
the editor elaborated on it
"Mr. Hammett is the head of the
mill, and he should see the snakes,"
Insisted the editor. "In fact you
should have carried them to him first
Mr. Hammett is a nice man, as nice a man
as I know, but he is just a little
particular about some things, and he
won't like It at all if you don't show
him the snakes. They are his snakes,
anyway, for you killed them on his
property. He won't like it at all if
rou don't show them to him, and I
won't blame him. You just must carry
him the snakes." The editor talkid
very earnestly, as he saw that the
man was Impressed. His monologue
became almost a chant, as hope began
to rise in his breast. He became almrtaf
alnniiAnt
"Yes, I guess you are right," said
:he man, after a while, and he gathered
up his can of snakes and left.
The editor watched the man until
le was out of sight, and then shook
dands with himself, and then went
nto the house and told his folks that
le wasn't feeling very well and
vouldn't eat any breakfast He has
eaten very little since, too.
The man with the snakes came up
:own and found Mr. Hammett comng
down Main street In his'automo>ile
on his way to Sunday school.
The man hailed Mr. Hammett who
itopped in the street "Got somehing
for you," said the man cheerully,
and shoved the can into the
oot of the automobile.
Mr. Hammett took one look, and
hen, "Yeep!" he exclaimed, and
umped out, on the opposite side of
he machine. Mr. Hammett doesn't
ike snakes at all?can't stand them,
n fact.
"Why, what In the name of Sam
3111 do you mean?" he demanded,
vhen he could get his voice.
"Snakes," replied tne man. "Killed
hem over at the Brogon Mill?your
nlll?this morning. One big she
nake and forty-eight little ones,
brought them for you to see."
"But I don't want to see them," redied
Mr. Hammett, "Take them
iway."
"Why, the editor of the Dally Mall
aid you would want to see them,"
eplied the man. "I carried them to
ilm, and he made me bring them to
'ou. He said you would not like it if
did not bring them to you."
"I might have known it," said Mr.
iammett, tearfully. "I might have
mown he had something to do with
t. And you and the editor of the
)aily Mail can both go plumb
itralght to hell. Take those things
Lway before I lose my temper and
vhlp you."
The man took his can of snakes and
leparted, and Mr. Hammett continued
his way to Sunday school. He was
n such a frame of mind, though,
hat he probably didn't enjoy the serrlce.
The man from the mill carried the
nakes all around town and showed
hem to people for several hours. The
dltor of the Dally Mall doesn't know
v nai ever ueutuiie ui mm, auu, iwi
hat matter doesn't care.?Anderson
)ally Mall.
I-f generally spells regret.