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18 Boston Physicians’ Opinions. I shall try them when I have occasion, as I be- Neve them good. Dr. LAULEOR, Chambers st. 10-17-94, af I think the formula’ a good one, and-I highly in- dorse the idea of the I and N. Have occasion to Use such a prescription very frequently. "Dr. PAR- KER, Chambers st. 10-17-94. I think the formula an excellent one. Dr. M. W. MORAN, Chambers st. 10-17-04. . ‘The formula ts good and ought to answer for what they are recommended. I shall try them. Dr. DOHERTY, Chambers street. 10-17-94. I am very much pleased to try them, believing them good. I have had occasion to use a formula rather simflar, but not exactly. I do not give 2 @—n what is advertised. If it has merit I will back it up. Dr. R. K. NOYES. 10-17-04. ‘The formula is very good indeed, and I am sorry they are considered a patent medicine. I never Prescribe goods that can be procured by simply ask- ing for them at a drug etore, after or before a pbysiclan has prescribed them. Dr. GOODMAN, Chambers street. 10-17-94, I shall prescribe them if they prove as good as they seem. Dr. G. G. GREEN, Chambers street. 10-17-94. ‘They ought to be a good thing, and to show that I have confidence in them I shall take the whole box myself. Dr. SIMPSON, Chambers street. 10-17-94.~ : They are PIPER. 10-17-94. I believe them good and will try them in my hos- pital practice. Dr. V. BYCHOWER. 10-17-94. I think the formula good. Dr. J. A. COOGAN. 10-17-94. I am very familiar with such a formula. It is Yery much more used in New York than in Boston. ‘There is a liquid mixture, which is used considera- bly in the Polyclinic Hospital, in New York, that 4s the exuct formuff, but not so convenient to ad- minister. -It is a good idea, and I believe will take well with many physicians. here fs another mix- ture which is very much the same, except with the omission of the I, and the addition of gylce- Fine, used very largely in Roosevelt Hospital, New York. Dr. THOMPSON, Green street. 10-19-94. I think they might be good. Dr. E. M. GREENE, Hancock street. 10-19-94. - I will try them, as I think the formula good. Dr. W. C. BLAISDALE, Chambers sfreet. 10-19-94. I shall recommend them. I think them good. ‘They are very convenient and ought to be just the thing. Dr. HENRY UPHAM, Charles street. 10-19-94, They are a good thing and I shall give them a trial. I like the formuia very much. Dr. WHEEL- ER, Charles street. 10-19-04. I think them good and shall give them a trial. Dr. N. C. HASKELL. 10-19-94. I think the formula good and they are gotten up very nicely Indeed. I very often write for a sim- flar article. Dr. Monument §8q., Charlestown. 10-19-94. The formula is excellent and I shall give them a trial. Dr. GEO. N. HUTCHINGS, Hancock street. 10-19-94. and I shall use them. Dr. F. Ripans Tabules For Sale by All “IRIPANS ABULES.” There is mo secret about the formula of Ripans Tabules; it is good enough to stand- the most widespread publicity; it sells upon the merit of the remedies it contains. Doctors unite in saying that it is the most efficacious combination ever devised for the cure of Constipation, Indigestion, Headache, Dizziness, Biliousness and other ailments of the Stomach and Bowels. The formula is as follows: Rhubarb, Ipecac, Peppermint, Aloes, Nux Vomica and Soda. Or by mail if the price (50c. box) is sent to the Ripans Chemical Co., 10 Spruce Street, New York. WHOLESALERS: F. A. Tschiffely, 475 Pa. Ave., Wash., D.C. E. S. Leadbeater & Sons, Alexandria, Va. Boston Physicians’ Opinions. I think the combination a good one and very de+ sirable. I will give them a trial, at least. Dr. ELIOTT, cor. Richmond and Hanover st. 10-15-04, I think them a good thing, and will certainly give them a trial. Dr. TRANFEGLIA, Pammenter sts 10-15-94. I think the combiaation a good one, and shall give them a trial. Dr. McDONALD. 10-15-94. I shell try them and prescribe them if I have oc+ casion. I think the formula a good one. Dr. WAL- TER J. CAVANAGH, Salem st. 10-15-94. I shall be pleosed to use them, believing them to be a good thing. Dr. L. C. GOBRON, Salem st. 10-15-94. ~ I will use them. I think the formula good. Dre GALBANOWETZ, Hanover st. 10-15-94. I will use them. The formula.is good and they, Hanover are put up in good shape. Dr. AMEZASA, st. 10-15-94. I think they are a good combination, especially, the I and N. Dr. W. EINSTINE. 10-15-94. ‘The formula is good. Dr. WHITE, Hanover st« 10-15-94. I shall be pleased to try them, believing the formula very sensible. Often have occasion to pre- scribe such ingredients, but differently combined. Dr. ROVINSKY, Hanover st. 10-15-94. I will use them and give them a fair trial. The formula is good. Dr. SCOTT, Hanover st. 10-15-94. I will use them, believing the formula good. Never saw a tablet of the same combination. Dr. BERKMAN, Hanover st. 10-15-04. - Tablets are demoralizing the drug LUTHER JENKINS, Druggist, 119 Leverett st. I would give substitute to my customers, EZRA E. ROCKWOOD, Druggist, 127 Leverett st. ‘My trade is of the cheap class, and I would sell ‘ substitute when I have calls. WEST END DRUG CO., 185 Cambridge st. I like the combination all but KOHEN. 10-16-94. I will try them, and believe the formula a good one. Dr. R. GORSHAL, Leverett st. 10-16-94. I think them good and will try them. Dr. K. M. DAVIDSON, Leverett st. 10-16-94. They onght to be good, and I admire the idea of putting them up in vials. Dr. HEUBART. 10-16-94, I think the formula desirable. Dr. F. A. HAR RIS, Medical Examiner for Suffolk Co. 10-16-94. I think the goods will be a success when they, become better known among the physicians. Dr. E. F. WELLS. 10-16-04. ‘The formula { good and I will use them. Dr, S. W. BOARDMAN. 10-16-94 I am pleased with the formula, and have a case which I think they would answer. Dr. GOOD- MAN, Staniford st., West End. 10-16-94. I think such a combination ought to be the th » LOCKHART. 10-16-94. ee I shall write for them if they are as good as the formula indicates. Dr. HAMMOND. 10-16-04. The formula :s good, and I do not sce why they Would not answer for many purposes. They are gotten up very conveniently. Dr. a ently. Dr. C. B. ALLEN, the L Dre ‘Druggists, 50c. Box. @opyright by Bacheller, Johnson & Backeller.) CHAPTER I. It was Saturday night in Rock River. ‘Teams covered with the dust of the Au- gust roads stood in rows along the side- welks. Harvesting was in full drive, and the town was filled with nomads from the south, men who had worked their way north, following the isthermal line of ri- pening wheat. i Farmers had driven in for provisions, and their hands had come with them for an evening’s outing. The streets swarmed with rough, lawless characters. Few wo- men ventured abroad, but bands of yelling boys, feeling the unstable equilibrium of the atmosphere, fought or played up and down before the saloons,which were crowd- ed to the door. The better class of farmers hitched up and drove away before o'clock, gathering tegetner as many of their hands as possi- ble, but others remained to see the fun, which every one felt to be coming. It was reported that the ““‘Wapsey gang” was in town. The Swedes from Rock Run were also well represented down at Ole’s “Hole in the Wall.” The Vesey boys and Steve Nagle had been seen, and last and most important, Bill O'Shea, “the Wapsey Tiger,” was down at the red saloon. Bill was brother to the deputy sheriff, who had been in his day the most feared of all the Wapsey gang. He it was who used to terrorize the constable and make men like Steve Nagle quail when, on his infrequent sprees, he took offense at the sound of their voices. He dominated the gang and ruled as if with naked sword in hand. By the advice of Dr. Carver Jim O‘Shea had been made constable of the town. The doctor had quoted with great effect the ex- perience of Boston in making the famous crook Tukey marshal, in the days when thugs ran the city in their own way. From being constable, Jim came naturally to be the deputy sheriff of the county. He had given up drink entirely. Bill, also from the Wapsey prairie, was quiet enough ordinarily, but when in liquor was ferocious as a panther. At such times no one dared to oppose him nor lay hands upon him, that is, no one but his brother, the deput; Every law-abiding citizen re- gretted the infrequent visits of the Wapsey Viger. Constable Ranney, a tall, mild-mannered man, grew more and more nervous as the night drew on and reports came in about Bill. He kept sedulously out of sight after 8 o'clock; in fact, he went to the mayor's office for comfort and reinforcement. He made a feeble effort to cover his flight by saying to several of the uneasy citizens on the street: “If I'm wanted, I'll be at the mayor’s office. I'm going up to consult him.” This deceived no one. Every man and boy in Rock River knew Ranney was afraid of Steve Nagle, to say nothing of O'Shea. They shouted cat calls at him as he went along the street, but they could not blame him very much. There was a sort of horse sense in keeping out of the Tiger’s way. The matter was being discussed in the mayor's office. Ridings was there, and Judge Brown, and two or three others. Foster of the Saturday Morning Cal) took a humorous view of the matter, the others did not. Foster quoted a line or two while sharpening a pencil. “Now, ‘whether Roderigo killed Cassio, or Cassio Rcderigo, all makes my gain,’ I'm getting news.” “We may pull through all right yet,” said the mayor, a small man of a scholarly turn of mind, not fitted to cope with such crises. “Depends on how soon Bill gets whisky enough to put ’im to sleep,” said Ridings, one of the councilmen. A wild volley of whocps arose on the street. Ranney turned pale, the mayor started up in his chair, Ridings set his lips grimly. “The fun begins,” said Foster. ‘Ranney, why ain’t you out there on the street? You'll miss something.” Ranney gave up all pretense. just as well a little further off. Judge Brown cleared his mouth of to- bacco. “Mr. Constable, we who are peaceable and not of powerful physical organization hire you to fight our battles for us. Mr. Mayor, order the constable to the scene of carnage.” The mayor smiled faint! “Mn Con- stable, you know your dut: “All too well,” said Foster. Another series of whoops and some mani- acal laughter and then a single wild voice in_a sort of chant. They all went to the window and looked cut. Up the street, clearly outlined in the brilliant light of the moon, came the Tiger. ‘I can hear He walked with a curious action, as if his legs were made of steel springs. His bare feet glistened, his head was flung back in a wild gesture. He was Red Brian defy- ing the English battle line on Balley Moor. “Come out, ye sons o’ dogs, ye all, ye white-livered whelps. Come to me arrums, come, smell o’ me fist.” He leaped in the air, “Come down out o’ that,” he snarled as he caught sight of the men in the mayor's office. The heads disappeared, and the crowd on the street laughed, and the Tiger kept on waving his fist. “I can whip the worruld?” “Constable, arrest that man,” command- ed the mayor. “I can't do it, y’r honor,” said Ranney, in deep distress. Ridings broke out: “Things have come to a narrow lane, if we can’t control the streets of our own town. If our constable can’t or won't do his duty—" Ranney, nearly sobbing in his shame and feer, dragged the star off his coat, and extended it to the mayor. “Take back the office; I don’t want it. I didn’t go into this thing to arrest grizzly bears nor crazy maniacs, for three dollars a day. It’s all very well for you fellows to sit here and order me to go and arrest that infernal devil; go do it yourself.’ He flung the star on the floor and walked toward the back stairway. “I’m going home.” Foster dryly remarked, ‘“‘There’s a cer- tain degree of justice in what Mr. Ranney says. There are too many commanding officers here and too few active warriors. There’s just one man in this country who can arrest Bill O’Shea.” . “You mean Jim?” “Yes, of course.” “Jim’s in Cedarville.” “Then telegraph him.” 2 “I telegraphed him an hour ago,” said the judge. “I knew we were in for trouble. He ought to be here soon if he started at oxce.”” : The mayor sighed with relief. “Well, there’s nothing to do but wait.” They looked out of the window at every fresh burst of noise. The Tiger still parade@ up and down, leaping into the air occasionally with a shrill ‘‘Wherroo!” He had the weight of a lion and the activity of a leopard. He was transformed from a slouchy, quietly humorous farmer into a demon. Everybody gave way be- fore him, behind him followed a howling mob of admiring friends. Silence came only when he led the way into some saloon. - The better citizens kept dropping in at the mayor's office to ask why that man was not arrested. The mayor cooled each one off by saying: “I'll deputize you to arrest him, if you wish.” While they sat waiting they heard the sound of hurry out in the street, then a word of command that brought them to a halt. 2 “Here comes Jim!” Quick, powerful steps were heard on the stairway and Jim came in. ie was of moderate height, but the girth 6f his chest was enormous. His face was dark and handsome. His eyes had something placid and sorrowful in them. His drooping mustache concealed his mouth. Altogether he was a fine Irish type. “Where is he?” he asked. in the red saloon just now.” is he wild, boys?” Jim asked in a hesi- tating way. They felt no inclination to laugh. “He is plumb crazy.” * Jim gave a groan of sorrow and dismay. “Murtherin’ divils! What a task I have.” He took out his big clasp knife and laid it down. “There’s 2 gang with him, Ridings. Z “I don’t moind that, it’s Billy, poor divil.”” He laid aside his revolver and took off his coat. “It'll be desprit, boys,” he said, with a_sad quiver ip his voice. “I can’t shoot him, yer anner. It’s me duty to arrest him, an’ I will, but it’s loike embracin’ a lion to take Billy when he’s dhrunk. He'll kill me if he can, if he’s crazy, but I can’t stroike him with a weapon, yer anner.” too,” said CHAPTER Il. He looked sad and weak as he went out the door, but they knew the stuff of which his heart was made. “If he isn’t too dhrunk he'll come along when I lay me hand on his shouldher; if he’s fightin’ dhrunk, it’s him or me,” he said half to himself, as he went down the street, accompanied by Foster. “Wan comfort,” he added, in the same musing way, “Billy nivir shoots, It’s fists wid him.” They heard a wild shouting up the street, where the open door of a saloon emptied its_light into the street. A crowd of men alternately surged in and out of the door, as if they moved away from a chained wildcat making plunges to the length of his chain. 4s they drew near, the howl of the drunken man could be heard as he raged against the barkeeper, who stood in deadly terror behind his bar pleading with him. He tried to assume a careless voice. “Here, take all ye want. That's all right. I gave you y’r change. Take a drink—it’s on me. That’s all right—’ Bill stopped suddenly like a hound scenting game. “Here’s Jim!” was the cry. “Get out o’ the way, here’s Jim.” Jim came through the crowd, his big brown eyes fixed on Bill’s wild face. The sadness in his face and its resolution awed the crowd. “Billy, my boy, come home,” he said gently. “Come home, Billy,” and he ‘aid his hand on his brother’s shoulder. There was no sign of relenting in Bill's eyes. He looked astonished, then his eyes contracted to red slits, his mouth squared at the corners and his teeth showed in a horrible grin. His hand spread on the counter like a pa’ “To —— wid ye!” he answered. “Get out o’ my way,” said Jim, without looking around. The crowd fell back, leav- ing a clear space. “Come, Billy," he said again, but in a different tone. He saw a madman before him. With a quick, clutching, downward (ez he rolled the Tiger to the floor and fell upon him. But the insane man ‘Tose under him with a rolling, bear-like action, and forced him on the floor on equal terms. It was a terrible sight. The two brothers, so nearly equal in strength, Jim fighting because it was his duty and hindered by his great love and admiration for his brother, the other man {frrational, cruel, deadly.’ Jim broke loose and rose. Bill sprang at Jim, whose left fist met him and rolled him on the floor. “God forgive me!” Jim said; struck me brother before.”” He waited for the fallen man to rise. Bill seemed to bound from the ground. Again Jim knocked him rolling, and again he rose. This time he rose with a knife in his hand. “Ah!” breathed the crowd. “Shoot him!” said the barkeeper. “Keep off!” said Jim. A new look came into his eyes. He was fighting for his life now. Again he met the infuriate with his fist, but the man fell at his feet’ throwing htm sprawling. Jim whirled upon his back, catching Bill’s hand in a terrible grip. The blocd was running from a gash in his cheek. Over and over the two men rolled in the blood and sawdust. Notwithstanding their great bulk, they writhed with the bewilder- ing convolutians of cats. Now Jim came to the top, now Bill, but always that right “I nivir hand of the sheriff’s gripped the murder- ous wrist that held the knife. Jim fought silently, grimly. The brother uttered short, snarling imprecations, like a carnivorous arimal at meat. He snapped at his brother with open jaws. Again and again some volunteer raised a chair to strike Bill, but Jim said “no.” His pride was touched. He would conquer him alone. He would not let another man strike his brother. For ten minutes this struggle continued, ard then Jim rose and sat astride the Tiger, who lay breathing heavily, cursing, reving, under his breath. “Handcuff him!” cried the crowd. Jim shook his head. “There is no need,” he said. At the word “handcuff,” the struggle be- gan again. Bill wrenched loose suddenly and struck Jim again with the knife. The blow tell upon his collar bone, and the blood poured forth again. Jim caught the deadly arm again in his left hand and lift- irg his terrible rightzhand struck a blow upon the side of his brother’s head, which laid him out limp and. still. “Out o’ me way-npw,” he said, as he rose holding the limp bedy.in his hands. They made way for himjagd he passed out into the street. aor ‘ A shudder seized-ort the crowd. Jim was covered with sawdust and filth from the floor. His face was unrecognizable by rea- son of the terrible blows with fist and knife which had fallen there, and his shirt was Gripping with blood also. He walked into the middie of the' road with the stunned man held in his hands. The crowd made way for him as if he-were a king. He put Bill down and knelt watchfully beside him. “Call the mayor,” he said; “I’ll have a word with him.” A moment later and the mayor came hur- rying down. “What is it, Jim?” He lifted a wild, sad face to the mayor. “Y’r anner, I ask permission to take Billy home. God knows it would kill him to wake in the jail, y’r anner. The b’y dawn’t know what he’s doin’ at all. He'll be near dead with shame whin he sees the mark he’s put on me. If he wakes in jail, ’twill break the heart of ‘im. Y’r anner, you know Billy when the whisky’s not in him; he’s as fine a man as iver breathed the breath of life. May I take him home, y’r anner?” nodded his ‘The mayor, head. “Do what you think best, Jim.” “God bless ye, y’r anner. Wili somebody find Billy’s team?” The team was brought, and the maniac was lifted into the wagon like a log. Jim climbed in. “Give me the lines,” he said to the man in the seat, deeply moved, “Shan’t 1 go with ye, Jim?” “Give me, I say.” The man surrendered the lines and leaped out of the wagon. oe night,- y’r anner. Good night, ys” The wagon moved off in the glorious moonlight, with Jim sitting beside the drink-crazed man, who lay on the bed of the wagon unbound, save by the grip of his brother’s relentless right hand. He never set foot in Rock River again, and the next year Jim was the only candidate for sheriff in the county. ——_—>__ WORKING A (W DODGE. Looked Honest, but the Shop Girl Said It Was Not. “I tell you, I gave you fifty cent: “Excuse me, madam, but you are mis- taken. It was only a quarter that you gave m “Tt was a fifty-cent ‘piece, and I insist on having the proper change!” “Well, madam, I will send up to the cash- ier’s desk and verify my statement.” “Very well. { will wait.” A penciled note traveled over the trolley, and presently returned with the indorse- ment: “The coin was twenty-five cents.” “I believe that you took my fifty cents and put a quarter in place of it,” said the well-dressed customer, who had bought some trifle at the pins and needles counter. The young woman behind the counter flushed, and replied indignantly: “That is not true, and you know it is not true. You gave me a quarter of a dollar.” “You are impertinent, as well as dishon- est,” responded the customer. “I shall ad- dress a complaint sto the management on the subject!” The young woman behind the counter turned wearily to another person who was awaiting attention. Said the latter: “I hope that she will not make trouble for you.” “J guess not,” was the reply. only bluffing.” “But she thought that she did not get her right change.” “Oh, no. I don’t believe that she thought anything of the kind.” - “You do not mean, surely, that she was intentionally making a dishonest claim?” “Yes, I do.” “Why?” “It is a little dodge that is tried quite requently. We caught a customer at it the other day—just set a little trap for her, and sprung it.” “Did you have her arrested?” \ “Oh, no. It does not pay the manage- ment of a dry goods shop to have peopie arrested, even if they should go so far as to steal things. We simply told her that her patronage was no longer desired.” ——— A Vegetarian Dinner. Vegetarians to the number of forty at- tended the opening of a vegetarian restau- rant recently at 240 West 23d street, New York. The bill of fare included nothing of animal origin but butter and perhaps “She was .a little milk in the cooking of some of the dishes. An ordinary eater would not find himself overcrowded at the end of such a meal. The menu started off with this couplet: ‘Take not away the life we cannot give, For all things have an equal right to live. Next came fruit soup, sweet and rather thick. The entries which were supposed to supply the place of meats were spaghetti, baked cauliflower and fiageolette beans. At the end. came this gem of vegetarian poesy: With right good will to all mankind And animal creation, ‘We mean to show the world at large A Vegetarian Celebration. ‘The full bill of fare was as follows: Soup. Fruit ee Bread. Entire Wheat and Graham. Relishes. Celery, Pickles, Olives, Potatoes, Aspara- gus, Sweet Potatoes, with French Peas. Entrees. Spaghetti with Tomato Sauce. Cauliflower Baked. Flageolette Beans. ° Salad. Lettuce, Field Salad, with French Mayon- naise Dressing. Dessert. Bohemian Cream. Fruit Sauce. ding and Lemon Fruits. Oranges, Dates, ae Grapes, Assorted ui Tea, Coffee, Rice Pud- Sauce. ” Chocolate, RAILWAY VELOCIPEDE. A Machine Which is Adapted for Use = on Railroads. From the Engineering News. The railway velocipede shown in the ac- companying illustration is an adaptation of the design of the safety bicycle to track service, the machine having a flanged tire on the front wheel and a blind tire on the rear wheel, and being held upright by a brace carrying a small guide wheel, with flanged tire running on the oppdsite rail. The larger wheels are 24 inches diameter, with 32 tangent spokes of No. 12 wire, and the rims are of No. 16 steel, with an out- ward bead on the outer edge and an in- ward bead at the middle, to increase the stiffness. The small wheel is 11 inches diameter, and is journaled on the end of a pivoted arm, which, by unhooking the end of the brace rod from the back of the frame, may be swung back against the frame for shipment in a baggage car, or on the platform of a passenger car. ‘The space occupied, when thus folded, is only 6 feet by 1 foot 6 inches, a little more than that required for a road bicycle. The flanges of the front wheel and guide wheel are of standard outline, and the flat tire of the rear wheel is wide enough to eliminate all danger of slipping off the reil. The frame holds the two wheels rigidly in line, but the rider can guide the front wheel on curves and at frogs and switches, and so secure easy riding with less wear on the flanges and less liability to derail- ment at worn switches and frogs than where the flanges are relied upon to do all the guiding, as in the ordinary style of track velocipede. The wheels have rub- ber bands three inches wide and three- sixteenths of an inch thick on the tread, which make the machine run eafily with- out jar, and also without noise, so that the rider can catch the sound of approaching trains, while they also make the machine run more safely at high speed when the rails are wet or frosty. The hubs have ball bearings of the latest dust-proof pattern, and the bearings, cranks and pedals,driving chain and Searing saddle, handle bars, and other parts are of stand- ard patterns, as used on road bicyclés, so that repairs and renewals can be readily made at bicycle stores. A tool box can be hung from the top horizontal bar of the frame, and a front seat and footrest can be attached to, the front vertical bar for carrying a second rider. The weight of the machine is fifty-five pounds, or sixty pounds with the second seat attached. ————+e+ An Artistic Career. From the Detroit Free Press. She—“Isn’t Mr. Palette married?” He—“Yes, since last December.” She—“Why, I thought he sought an ar- tistic caree! - He—“He did, and hit it. He wore the most deplorable clothes procurable, lived at the best hotel in town and married a woman with a million. If that isn’t artis- tic, I'd like to know what you call it.” ———eee. A Wag. From Dorfbarbier. Young Lady—“If you will let me have those roses I will give you a kiss for each of them—but why do you run away, cousin? How rude of you!” Cousin—“‘One moment; I am going for some more roses!’’ A DETECTIVE CAMERA, An Incident in the Temperance Work of a Railroad. From the Louisville Post. “We don’t say you shall not @rink,” said one of the officials who is prominently con- nected with the temperance department of the Rock Island railroad, to a man who had been sumrroned before him for the first time, “but we do say that no man who drinks habitually shall work for this com- pany.” ‘The machinery for the surveillance of the men on this road is so thorough that its eperation is sometimes almost dramatic. It is easy to understand that the person of convivial tastes could be successfully watched in the smaller cities where divis- ions terminate, but it seems a rather diffi- cult task to keep track of the goings and comings of a man in the wilderness and the legion of alley entrances in Chicago. That this is done, however, a freight conducter on the road had convincing evidence only a short time ago. He was a capable man, but he drank. He received one or two in- timations that he was running the risk of losing his job every time he took a drink, but, like other fatuous mortals, he refused. to profit by the experience of others. One day the superintendent of his division sent for him. “Jim,” said he, “have lately?” “No, sir; not a drop, sir.’”” “No whisky?” No, sir.” “Nor beer?” “No, sir.” “What were you doing in Dunn's saloon at 9Ist and State street the other day?” Jim was confused for a moment, and then he said: “I went in there to collect a little bill a man owed me.” “Didn't drink anything?” “No, sir!” with some show of rising in- dignation at this inquisition. oy = see sate that?” —_ the su- ender rawing a smal from his desk. " escienes Jim turned very red, stammered and ad- mitted that it was a very good likeness of aes It - J snap shot, and repre- & man the act of raising a f > {ing schooner to his lips. = es Jim was told to go and sin once more if he wished to lose his job, Six months later he slipped again, and on the next run out another man was in charge of his train. ——-—- ee. They Met by Chance. From Truth. Maiden Aunt—“I hope you did not make any chance acquaintances on the train, Maud?” Miss Maud Brisk—“I am sorry to say, auntie, that I sat for a little time in the lap of an Episcopal bishop, and watched a United States Senator stand on his head in the lunch basket of a total stranger.” ‘Horrors, child! What can you you been drinking Maud—“It was not premeditated, I as- sure you, auntie, but when our train col- lided with another we were so upset by the shock that we were hardly responsible for what we did.” ——_+e+____ A Novel Baptism. Frem Tid-Bits. The promenaders along the Avenue de la Gare, Nice, witnessed a somewhat curious spectacle the other day. A bicyclist, carry- ing a baby clothed in white, was followed by nearly fifty persons, men, women and children, all on cycles, and made his way to the Church of Notre Dame, where the ceremony of baptizing the baby was gone through. After this the whole party re- meunted their machines and rode to the house of the father of the infant, where a reception was held. From Truth. Grover Cleveland as he might have looked in 1794, and George Washington up to date.