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^p$?jQ?fTINATE ?UR0B ^ IfTOLD nrt?{ "By gracious!" cried the forem; Jocking at the ballots lu amazemi and ?hen ejong one after the other his fellows suspiciously. ' * Some one 1 pat fc? *Bot guilty, ' ami he has had 1 audacity tc? imderscore 'not. ' I shoi like tc know who this gentleman We can't afford to waste time in foe play here." Here he cast a bullyi look upon the most insignificant me ber of the 12. But this person, in t consciousness of innocence, returned unflinching glance, "We most settle this right away" began the foreman. v "Have the gentlemen of the ju agreed?' ' The court officer pat his he in at the door. "The colart is waiting "No," answered the foreman wi red face, "butwe will. Now,'' he sai turning to his jurymen, "we will fi; . out who votes 'not guilty. ' and I pro] ise you. that we will make it hot i him. AU for 'guilty, * hold up yo hands! Opposed." Every man in the room turned up William Wortheiy. The blacksmi new dropped his hand nonchalantly ai looked from on*) to the other with ?Bool glance. He seemed to be the on uiiflurried person present. Theforema who hid some bullying epithet rear, upon Ms tongue, dropped his jaw wit cat speech. Wortheiy was not a man be blackguarded-he was too big ; n to. be trifled with-he was too dign fied; near to be argued with-he was t< logical While she foreman was fear* because he held much signed paper ar many mortgages in his possessio; Wortheiy was feared because of his se reliant nature and fine physique. "Pile away at me," he said, with ai cravating good humor. "I don't thin he's guilty, and I never shall. WI saw him do it? No one. So there's i direct avidence." "But he can't account for himself, rrged ;he foreman despairingly. "E have a little reason. " "'Season?" replied the blacksmit bluntly. "I'll reason you until we'\ acquitted him. Here's my word for it. He brought his great fist down upon th table, smashing a leaf dean off. "Fl not budge a hairbreadth until that ii nocen-;; man is set free. God is my wit 4 ness-I mean what I say. " 'W "And, " ' criecT the foreman vindictive ly, "we won't budge either. I've bee foreman before, Hr. Blacksmith, and know ir men can bring one around give them time " "You'll have it fast enough," sneer ed Wortheiy. "And I should like to know how yoi know he is innocent. " To taunt the one dissenting voice ii the jury room is no new device. Th horrors of that closed chamber ca: never be told. And now followed hot question ant cool answer. On one side stood 11 men angry clear through, hurling confuse* argument and bitter taunts. "Burns named him in his las breath." "Aren't there any other men by th< name of Williams in the world?" sar castically. "Your first name is William," grin ned the foreman, with a thrust of th< leah, red neck. "So is yours," was the quick parry. "But where was the prisoner?" "I don't deny he might have seer Burns that evening, but that is nc proof." "How about the hatchet?' ' "He might have easily dropped ii and somebody else picked it up, anc then used it." ''Nonsense!" "Rot!" ?"..You're crazy. ' ' "Let him alone, gentlemen; his head is tetched." The foreman drew his side over to a comer for a whispered consultation. The thought of their homes, of theil supper and of their crops made the jury desperate. To be balked in so simple a case was an unpardonable act. Who can couitt the neighborhood enmities that have had their birth in the divided jury? " We can't starve him out, " said the foreman gloomily, "but we can worry him out. I'll see to it that he doesn't sleep a wink." "Two of us can keep buzzing him at a time," suggested the little man. "He'll never do no more work for me unless he gives in purty quick". " "Nor for me, neither. V *\ After a few more whispers the cam? paign was organized. Then followed the fight : There are few people who understand what a jury room contest is. It is sand? paper. It is mosquitoes. It is red pep? per. It is vitriol. If there is ouly one man who stands out, he is tortured with an inquisition that is varied by 11 cor? rosive imaginations. Food has been known to be so doctored that it could not be eaten; water so fouled, that the honest unfortunate was maddened into surrender. A man has been known to be nagged for 36 hours -without a let up until, fainting, almost out of his intel? ligence, he has denied his own right? eousness lest he go insane. The blacksmith must have had some inkling of what was before him, for his great jaws grew rigid as he folded his arms iu stolid defiance. Indeed he seemed like a great bull at bay before a pack of snapping, snarling hounds. But the bull cannot gore all his tormentors before they worry him to his fate. The court had. adjourned in disgust, subject" to the call oir the" sheriff; " The little town was as excited over the un? foreseen division as if a cyclone had called, but in the jury room determina? tion sat upon every face. William Worthely, who was used to plenty of air as well as of mighty exer? cise, opened the window in front of him. The room was hot and stifling with the odor of angry men and of to? bacco. At a wink from the foreman a member jumped forward and shut the window. With a flash of anger the blacksmith started tc remonstrate, but a I quick look around showed him the f u i tility of wasting his strength. He smiled a little in contempt and let it go. He refilled his pips philosophically and searched for a match. He had used np his last one. Then it was discovered that there was not a match in the room -that is, no one had any to give him a light. At 6 o'clock an officer, petulant as the rest, carno to take the jury to the hotel for supper. In a trice he knew the rea? son of their detention. The blacksmith was naturally a hearty eater, but the hotel meal was not only unpalatable to him in his strained state; it was too scanty to afford him nourishment. He could but notice that the rest of his fellows had plenty and good enough food to eat On the way out he tried to stop at the desk for matches, but the officer hurried them back to their room two by two, and this opportunity was lost There were exactly eight chairs m ihe room and a sofa that seated four. Worthely was one of the last couple nearest the officer, and when he got in the sofa was oxupied. He sat down on his chair, and it gave way with him. He looked about for another chair and then sat down upon the floor. He did this with a sigh of satisfaction, for nc one could take that away from him. Immediately two men took their places beside him and began asking him ques? tions about the trial. With an empty stomach and nothing more than a dry smoke it was a comfort for him to argue. Then the rest followed and clustered like wasps about him. " Are yon better than the judge?" "If George Williams didn't do it, who did?" "We'll make yon pay for it, by" ?Til bet he won't hold out long." "Hold out?" cried Worthely? "I'll hold out until the last mother's son of you gives in. " Then he shut his mouth and turned his head to the wall. "You shan't sleep until you come around. We'll see how you like that. " The foreman shook his fists in the dis? senter's face. Then the blacksmith reg? istered a mortal vow that if ever he got ont he would leave a mark upon the foreman's red nose. But he answered nothing. He closed his eyes. The state does not furnish beds for di? vided juries. They sleep on their chairs or on the floor, if at all. William Worthely had no sleep that night He was consumed with thirst, but there was no water to be had-for him. All night long two men relieved each other, squad after squad, keeping the blacksmith awake. They talked to him, they nudg? ed him when his eyes were closed dur? ing too long an interval, they devised a hundred petty and malicious schemes of cruelty. Just such methods have been in vogue in jury rooms for hun? dreds of years. It is only one of our many relics of barbarism. And now the blacksmith was at his forge, hammering his persecutors into horseshoes. And then the desperate longing that it seemed impossible to control for freedom and food and a smoke-for all the things that he had never rated before at their true worth took possession of him. With one sweep of his brawny arm he would smash tho whole jury and escape to his own home. Then he tightened his fingers into his coat and inwardly cursed his torment? ors. It was morning and then night of the third day. It had never occurred to the foreman of the jury to send word to the sheriff that the jury could not agree. He felt that this was the battle of his life, and all the tenacity that the ter Hc brought his (j rc at fist doun. rier exhibits with the muskrat came ont in this insignificant farmer. The jury was utterly exhausted. Already men whispered here and there of capitula? tion, and if it had not been for the mort? gages that the farmer held upon their homes they would have openly gone over to the blacksmith. The ] 1 men had hitherto snatched ouly such sleep as soldiers steal ou picket duty or sail? ors on watch. They slept in impossible attitudes in chairs, on the floor, at all times of day or night. But William ? Worthely had not slept for over 70 hours. And now the fourth night was upon him. "Come, come!" said a juryman bit? terly. ' ' You have eased your conscience. Now give up and we'll all call it\ square," But the blacksmith shook his head without deigning an answer. The obstinate juror had already ar? rived at the stage of the heretic who slept upon the rack. Wasted beyond imagination during these three days of modern inquisition, even his old neigh? bors would hardly have recognized the stalwart man of independence. He was not only tortured by lack of sleep, but by lack of proper nourishment, lack of water, lack of smoking, and also by a persistent mental irritation correspond? ing to the sting a man feels when he puts his arm into a beehive. What worse torture is there than not to be let alone for even ten minutes on the stretch, when nerves crave sleep as desperately as the shipwrecked craves land, and when the digestive system causes the sufferer to be nauseated with the dizziness of famine? When William Worthely lost con? sciousness for a few minutes, he got no rest. When he was aroused by his un? feeling mates, he would begin by being furious; then his anger would gradual? ly dissipate itself in a mental haze and his mind would lose itself in a turmoil of rotation. His forge, his neighbors, i his village, would revolve about him, first slowly, then with frightful accel? eration, until one after another would fly off on a horrible tangent, like a comet into space. Then he would reach out his trembling hands to save his own forge, and before he could open his mouth and shriek he found himself pulled awake. Then he would clinch his teeth and thank God he had not gone amuck in his sleep. And now the fourth night was at hand, and the man so used to violent exercise, to the open air, to regular and unrestrained habits and a free life, found himself wondering, as in a dream, hoW much longer he could pos? sibly endure. The evening seemed as if it would never darken into night. The moon was full, and revived the twi? light, bringing out new shadows into a not less luminous tone. It was the kino of night when people sleep uneasily and look out of their windows often and marvel at the white brilliancy that al? ways seems strange and iairylike, even to common minds. Suddenly the room began to dance up and down, then sideways, then to re? volve in an ever widening circle. Th ic time surely it really happened. The blacksmith stared kt the phenomenon with surprised eyes. Then the distant "Come on!" he ycVcd. "You can't mur? der 77) c." whistle of a locomotive impinge;! upon his brain. It re-echoed and re? verberated until thc hammering on a thousand anvils could not have drowned the noise. The blacksmith looked around to see how the rest cf the jury were affected by the din, and as he looked he saw the foreman taking a knife out of his pocket and whispering to two or three others. Thereupon Wor? thely feigned sleep, but he saw them through closed lids as distinctly as be? fore. On tiptoe they advanced - did they? Did they not? Why, he could not be mistaken. They advanced upon him. The moon, which unaccountably had returned to its place, shone full upen their murderous faces. When they had tiptoed within a cou . pie of yards of him, Worthely jumped to his feet, grasping the chair nearest to him, and stood at bay. "Come on!" ho yelled. "You can't murder me. I am too strong for that." Snarling, and showing his teeth in his'nightmare, he brandished his weap? on at imaginary foes, at the hallucina? tion of murder. The sleeping jurymen sprang to their feet. It was a murder that had brought the independent black? smith to this pitiable condition. He was pouring out his life that another mur? der might not be committed, this time under the cloak of the law. Somebody killed Burns-not George-who then ' Rotating on this awful problem, what wonder tho stalwart mind became con? fused? And now the climax of atrocity had come-so the blacksmith thought and they were trying to murder the ! man whom they could not tease into ! submission. This discovery, made in j the delusion of sleeplessness, was so ! real to Worthely that the horror of ii i completed his aberration. Not a man of them had touched him, but the dullest of them perceived that the obstinate man had believed himself attacked by his mates. "Keep o?r !" Worthely shouted again. "What did you say, you contemptible, redheaded Fueak, you?" shaking his fist at tho foreman. "You saw George Wil? liams do it? That's a lie. George Wil? liams? Puhl Hu hasn't pluck enough to kill a calf. He wan't tall enough. I'll hold out till doomsday. You shan't hang an innocent man. and you can't hang the mau who did it. for I'll wager peanuts against dollars he'll never tell. " By this time William Worthely was frothing at the mouth. Entranced to the spot, no one of the jury, as yet, had ventured to call assistance. Each feared to miss what might follow, as much as he feared to hound the riotous dreamer. They imperceptibly shouldered other..for protection aud.cast glauces of nameless apprehension, their curiosity conspired to serj< blacksmith insane? They knew that their 78 hours' inquisition gone too far and they Legan to ? the consequences. And now William Wortheiy the ll jurymen. He began toar imaginary questions and argument fierce sarcasm and unassailable 3 His eyes glared at them and thi them. He was quieter now, bu body, trembling, gave evidence c explosion that could not be suppr much longer. The room was loi and even if the frightened men craved assistance they could not had it, except by calling out of window. "You're a nice lot of men. you z began the insomniac scathii "Where's your imagination? Do suppose George had the courage tc anything with that hatchet but a He might have sneaked up from bel That's the sort of man he is, and know it. Burns was hit full from front. It took a man who dared to him and kill him. What? Of cours was there and went away. He prob came to get some back pay and dro] his hatchet-perhaps he was sea Perhaps he meant to threaten old i ! Burns, but he didn't even have gumption to do that. "Hadn't you ever thought of nei bors? Look me in the face. D-n all! Couldn't you imagine a neigh coming up abaat that tim9 to settle a tie business or an old bill with the man? He never paid his debts til] had to. Look! I can see a neighbor mg in the barn just as George left. presents his bill, and Burns refuse pay. They have hot words. Don't ; hear them blackguard each other? '"5 ! won't pay, ' says the other, standing j fore him. 'Well, I'll make you-' Tl the old man sneered at him. And w ; that-what does his foot strike? I ! the hatchet George Williams dropp Burns, now, he never notices it, jeers again. Don't you see it all? I c j " 'You won't, eh?' cries the neigh t grasping his debtor by the throat. M be he didn't mean murder, but tl don't make any odds. It's all the sa now. The two men close. ' You wo then?' says ihe neighbor. "How do. I know that George did kill old min Burns? Because I die myself. ' ' ****** In the sober silence that followed 1 judge's last words a shuffle was hei at the door, and a tall, lean man wa ed in bearing an armful of logs. It v the old man familiarly known as Bi the keeper of their host's camp, a qui white haired, harmless fellow. Sci thought him a little "touched," but ( ery one respected him. He was jusi gentle, unassuming man with an air latent strength and suffering about hi that gave him a dignity of his ow Something in the significant way t judge looked at his servant attract the attention of the rest "Godfrey! Uncle! So that's the nu that killed Burns. ' ' The young colieg? jumped up as the old man left the roci "I always thought there was somethh queer about him. " The hydraulic e gineer shook his head sagely at this ii pulsive conclusion. But the captain sa in an intense way.: "Go on, judge." Judge Chambers could not help sho\ ing in his face the gratification that a r conteur feels when he has successful evolved a climax. He proceeded with no undue haste : "Of course the new jury that was in paneled acquitted tho said Gecrj Williams without leaving their seat It took six men to hold the blacks:mt that night before he was put in a strai jacket and lodged in a padded cell. B confession cleared up the Burns mystc: and the grand jury brought in a tm bill against him, to bc served when h should recover his sanity, if ever. "In six months William Worthel; was a model patient, quiet and trusl ; worthy, and his case was to bc consic ered in the next spring term. While h was pronounced sane enough about mal ters of the present moment he had fci gotten absolutely everything about hi life preceding his confession. Even th very elements of his trade had been los to his mind and hands. He could nov ; no more shoe a horse than he coui( S write a novel. He had even forgot te] I his name, his neighbors and the village he lived in. He was a new man, just a if he had been ?.K>m again in that asylun into a new world. You can't let a mur derer loose upon the community, an( you can't hang n man who doesn't re member his crime, even if he has con fessed. It is a question if any mai ought to be punished on his own con fession uncorroborated by evidence. Bul that is another matter for another time. The problem was what to do vi ti Wortheiy. "Matters drifted, just as the snow did that heavy winter. Some wanted him tried, others wanted him shut up in the asylum for life, and a few want? ed him out. At that time a railroad ac? cident occurred near Hartford. A bridge; j gave way and a freight train went through. A tramp was brought to the j hospital terribly hurt. When ho was ; told that he could not possibly live j more than a day or so, ho sent for a j Methodist minister and made a confes , sion. Among other things he said he killed a man in a barn in Broadfield on ! an evening of the preceding June. He j had crept into a pile of hay to sleep for ' the night. The larmer came out and i had a discussion in the barn with some j hody who had come in with him. This ! man had a hatchet in his hand, which he had stuck into the head of a stall, i Their conversation was entirely friend ' ly, and they shook hands in parting. ; the man forgetting his hatchet. Some how <-r other the larmer happened to ; stiele a pitchfork im<> the heap by acci i dent and thc tramp jumped from his concealment. Thc farmer ordered him : out and threatened him. The tramp was i a taller, larger man and laughed his ? host to scorn. Thereupon the farmer ! reached for the hatchet. This was I snatched from his hand and buried in his brain. The tramp, wlio Had cniri?-e? the town at dusk unobserved, sneaked out and left thc same way." "What on earth did Worthely con? fess, then, for?" interrupted the colle? gian eagerly. 4'It often happens that a man con? fesses a crime in delirium. But if ue hadn't conressed, " continued the ju< ?e slowly, "the wrong man would have j been hung." "And if the blacksmith hadn't con? tinued insane he would have been hung," said the hydraulic engineer. "But what did Burns say 'Williams' for?" insisted the student. "That was enongh to condemn the Englishman." "He probably tried to say that Wil? liams was innocent and died in the at? tempt. Dying statements are very un? certain keys with which ""o lock a man up," answered the justice gravely. "Say. uncle, is that William Worth? ely?" Judge Chambers regarded his nephew quizzically and smiled at the boy's cu? riosity. "I think it's about time to turn in; don't yon?" he said. TEE END. Organ Music and Bach. Organ music reached its climax with Bach; it may perhaps be said that all music did. At any rate, one thing is certain-viz, if there has been any progress in music since the day of Bach, it has been due to him. Bach's music is polyphonic, and polyhony is true music. To its foundation upon this school is due the fact that there has been no decadence in music in Germany. There has been no advance in poly? phony since the days cf Bach. Such advance as has been made has been in originality and boldness of modulation. For pure organ music Bach still is and probably will always remain the greatest of all composers. Even with all the modern mechanical appliances that have been attached to the organ his works are still very difficult-per? haps the most difficult of organ compo? sitions. He must have been as great an organist as he was a composer. That he should havo been able to play upon the organ of his day works so exacting in technique as his own is simply mar? velous. It is ene of the phenomena of musical history that, while orchestral, operatic and other branches of music were in their infancy in Bach's day and have developed since then, Bach brought or? gan music to its climax. He was not the small source whence flowed a rivu? let which in time was to expand into a broad stream ; he was the broad stream itself. The word "Bach," in German, means a brook, which led a famous German composer to say punningly that this great master was not a Bach, but an ocean.-Forum. Weapons Carried by Foreign Miners, In The Century there are several pa? pers devoted to the Pennsylvania coal regions. Henry Edward Rood writes of "A Polyglot Community." He says concerning the foreign miners: The first purchase made by Slovak or Polack is a revolver, by Italian or Sicil? ian a stiletto ; then the newcomer buys a silver watch, and after that is secured he begins to save money. If the Slovak or Polack is particularly thrifty, he postpones purchasing a revolver for sev? eral months and carries in one pocket a round, hard stone, large enough to crush a man's skull, and in another a piece of iron filched from the colliery scrap heap. The Italian or Sicilian too poor or too penurious to afford a stiletto buys, begs or steals a long file and sits down in his shanty or by the roadside, with two or three stones, and grinds it to a keen edge and a needlelike point. Then he fastens the blunt end in a corn? cob and has ready for use a weapon of no mean possibilities. Once armed, how? ever, and provided with a watch, the foreigner manages to live at a total ex? pense of about $6 a month-and this may be regarded asa liberal estimate in most instances. The remainder of his wages is saved toward the purchase of a vineyard or a farm in the old country, whither almost all expect to return and spend their lives. Spiteful. He-What is that Airs. Fortyover is singing? She-Something about the happy days when she was in her first child? hood.-Cincinnati Enquirer Trees For the Highways. What varieties cf trees are most suit? able for American highways? E. P. Powell differs here from many planters by urging the claims of the Jinden abovs that of the elm. He says in Farm and Fireside: Wherever the linden thrives I would plant it because it is a thor? oughly healthy tree, a superb bee feeder, most beautilul in blossom, superb in shade, and it is not likely to be cut down by those who will sacrifice a tree for a few cords of wood. In many sec? tions the elm has a claim hardly sur? passed by any. It is hardy, endures neg? lect and spreads its shade over a vast space. Probably the oaks deserve to b? ranked nest to these, while tho ash and the hickory come close after. Of course, the hard maple should stand in high fa? vor, if it can be grown successfully. The use of nut trees and fruit trees can be commended for very many local? ities. 1 can point you to towns where the swept cherries and apples grow with abundant crops along the highway, and thc bulk of the fruit does not always fall to the tramp or traveler. The street must be considered as a whole. The ! planting should go with the improve? ment cf the roadbed and drainage. Where the stock law is thoroughly en? forced it is not necessary to adlure tc the old custom of lonna! rows cf trees. The rule should Lc to plant our lawn down tu the driveway with trees and : shrubbery, so that a parklike aspect maj be presented t li ru ugh out tho whole j country. Gco? Sewing Machines from $10 CO up a) Randie's If you want a good, honest sewing rcscbice trade, see Randie. QUEER AUTOMATONS. EXAMPLES FROM THE DAYS Of DAEDALUS TO THE PRESENT. A Wooden Venus That Walked and a Brazen Man That Talked-A Wonderful Mechanical Duck-The Greatest of All the Fraudaient Automatons. i There are few things more attractive to the generality of men or more calcc [ lated to excite their wonder and admira? tion than a dexterously and mysteriously contrived automaton. There is, indeed, something almost uncanny in the sight of a figure made by men's hands acting like a creature of flesh and blood, and this uncanniness is one of the most sub? tle of fascinations. Hence the silver of the curious readily finds its way into the pockets of men ingenious enough to invent such marvels. This passion for the automaton is cer ! tainly no new thing. One meets it in j almost the earliest books, sometimes veiled in myth, sometimes more direct? ly stated. Vulcan, it will be remem? bered, made automatic tripods for the gods of Olympus - stools which ad - vanced of their own accord to the ban? queting table and so retired when the feast was over. Aristotle tells us that the human au? tomata which Daedalus made were so active that it was necessary to keep them tethered for fear they would ruu away. The same philosopher describes a wooden Venus who walked about and gives also the secret of the phenomenon. She was filled with quicksilver-a some? what crude device. Albertus Magnus is credited with haring made a hrazen man who talked and St. Thomas Aqui? nas with having pounded it to pieces with a club, suspecting it to be a work of satan. Some marvelous feats of mechanism are credited to John Muller, otherwise known as Regiomontanus, who flourished in the fifteenth century, and in dealing with him we perhaps touch firmer ground. One was an iron fly which flew around a table, another a wooden eagle which went out to meet Emperor Maximilian on his entry cf Nuremberg on June 7, 1470, and re? turned with him to the city gates. Whether due or not to the stimulus given by Louis XIV, the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries were in France times of great automatic activity. In? deed, the first named century marks the beginning of the really historical era of automata. In the eighteenth century lived Mr. Vaucanson, perhaps the most wonderful of all makers of automata and the creator of the famous duck which first appeared before the public in 1741. The dusk was Vanean son's masterpiece and completed a reputation already made wide by his mechanical flute player and an automatic musician which not only blew upon the flageolet, but also kept time to it on a tambourine. The bird was of life size, and not only was it outwardly an exact imitation to a feather of a real duck, but its internal anatomy was absolutely true to life. So, indeed, were its movements, for it swam, dived, walked, quacked, ate, drank and by an ingenious device even seemed to digest its food. This automaton disappeared after its inventor's death, but turned np again in 1840 in a garret in Berlin and was purchased by a George Tiets, who took four years to put it in proper working order again. At the end of this time it was exhibited in a room in the Palais Royal, Paris, where Mr. Houdin, the celebrated conjuror, saw it, and, indeed, afterward, when something happened to one of its wings, took charge of and repaired it. No doubt it is still in ex? istence. Of more modern automata thi? is scarcely the place to speak, for they are private secrets. Let us ronfine our? selves to merely mentioning Mr. Mas kelyne's "Psycho" and "Zoo." Like most things, automata have not always been what they seemed. Of many frauds upon the wonder loving public perhaps the completest was that of the famous automatic chess player of i Mr. Kempelen, which was exhibited ! all over Europe at the end of the last j century and afterward in America. It was the figure of a life sized Turk seat? ed behind a large box, the top of which was marked in the middle for chess. Prior to the automaton's meeting an opponent the front of the box was open? ed and skeptical lookers on were shown an arrangement of strings, pulleys and cylinders. After this they were allowed to examine the interior of the figure, which was hollow. Then Mr. Kempe? len wound up his Turk with a key, and it was ready to play, which it did by moving the pieces with its left hand and giving three nods for chtf?k to king and two for check to queet?. All the hoted chess players of Europe succumb? ed to the figure's superior strategy, and its skill so impressed the Empress Cath? erine II of Russia that she wished to buy it and was with difficulty persuad? ed by Mr. Kempelen to give up the ia>?a. ? It was not for years that the secret w?s ! discovered; but, like most secrets, it ? leaked out at last. Tho real chess play er was a Mr. Wronsky, a Polish ex-cap? tain, both of whose legs had been am? putated at the trunk in consequence of a wound from a cannon ball. While the spectators were examining the box Wronsky was in the Turk's body, and when they turned to inspect that an in? genious mechar ism s*;d him back into the box. To the fact that Wronsky was a chess player of consummate skill the wide fame of the automaton, which he ' secretly controlled, is to be attributed. After this disclosure Mr. Kempelen's automaton naturally enough ceased to move mankind to wonder.-New York Post. Hood's Are pa'.nini; favor rapidly- mm%. 8 a B Business men and travel- jEZJPii 1 1 gm? Iers carry them in vest ill aS pockets, ladies carry them * ? ? ? mmw in purses. housekeepers keep them in medicine closets, friends recommend them to friends. 25c