Evening Star Newspaper, August 29, 1895, Page 11

BY L. FRANK BAN. ~ (Copyright, 1805, by Irving Bacheller.) (Continued from Wednesday's Star.) I tried to-ery out, to =pring upon the fel- Jow and baffle his design, but I could neith- er move nor utter a sound. A clammy per- spiration oozed out upon my whole body, but still I stared wildly at the dim forin be- fore me and the horrible basket. I could hear a slight rustling nolse within the latter, and as the man busied himself with the knots, I saw the cloth pressed up- ward, now here, now there, as if the inmate Was struggling to escape. Presently the man muttered a low oath and st.od up. Then he drew out a clasp knife, and bending over the basket, pressed the point through the cloth and cut a long gash In tt. Immediately a silver streak flashed from the aperture and struck him in the check end clung there. He gave one shriek of rage and despair that rang through the whole building, and then he dashed the ser- bent to the floor and trampled it In a wild frenzy. I sprang upright upon the bed an’ cried for help. In a moment Herr Schlitz appeared In the doorway with a lighted lamp held high ebove his head. “Mein Gott!"’ he cried. “what ts it?" There was no need to reply; the strong Ught from the lamp flooded the whole room. Howard Forsythe was rolling upon the floor in horrible convulsions, and by his Bide, flattened into a shapeless mass, was the body of the asp. VI—FOLLOWING THE CLUE. We buried him the next day in the little palm grove, and Mr. Delby, more nervous than ever, agreed to take charge of the mines until another superintendent could be sent out. I was very anxious to know whether Mother Videaux would send her cocoanuts this time Ly the steamer, but when I went down to the wharf, there stood the barrel @s usual, awaiting the boat. I passed close to ft, and noticed that it was addressed by @ tag in a clear handwriting to “M. FRANCOIS DROUBET, Fruiterer. Rue de Valodin 73, Paris.” I could not credit the writing to Mother Videaux, therefore, I decided that either Howard Forsythe or M. Droubet, whoever he might be, had furnished the tags for her use. . I cannot say how glad I was to stand upon the steamer’s deck and watch the shores of Benita fade slowly away upon the Torizon. My sojourn uron the promontory “Mein Got He Cried, “Vat is Tt?" had proven the most horrible expertence of my life. At Cape Guarde I purchased a berrel of cocoanuts, to the great astonish- ment of the captain, and had them stowed in the hold beside those of Mother Videaux. Two nights afterward, when all was quiet on board, I stole from my state room to the hold, and lighting a dark lantern, I epened the barrel of nuts that had come from Penita, and carefully removing them, I transferred those from my own barrel to their place. = Then I repacked Mother Videaux’s co- coanuts in the Cape Guarde barrel to pre- vent any knowledge that they had been tampered with, and returned stealthily to my cabin without having been observed. The next morning I asked the captain to bring my barrel of nuts Into my state Toom, and ignoring his evident surprise at the request, had the satisfaction of see‘ng them saf deposited beside my bunk. The remainder of my task was easy. In the seclusion of my cabin I cracked each nut and examined its contents. There were diamonds in seven of them — fifty-four stones altogether—and some were of re- markable size and brilliancy. I carefully sorted them and placed them in a belt about my waist for safe keeping until I could re- store them to their owners. We touched at Liverpool, where the Iron chest of diamonds from Benita was .urned over to the agent waiting to receive them, and I sent a short telegram to Mr. For- sythe at New York saying I was on my way home. I did not mention his brother's horrible death, as I thought It best to wait until I had unearthed the whole chain of thieves and had them safely secured. By waiting my trium id be all the greater, and I rather shrank from inform- ing my employer abruptly of the fact that his brother was the prime mover in the theft. From_ Liverpool we steamed to Havre, where I bade good-bye to the stanch little boat that had borne me so safely, and made my way to Paris. I was all eager- Me Guve a Cry and Started Back. ness to follow up the trafl of M. Francois Droubet. and the very evening of my ar- rival I sauntered up to the door of the lit- tle fruit stand in the Rue de Valodin and walked in. It was a dingy little room, odorous from decaying fruit, a few little piles of neg- lected and shrunken apples and oranges be- ing the only stock in view. A large, stout woman, with hair and eyes of jet black, slouchily dressed in a faded print gown, was behind the counter reading a novel. She locked up as I entered, but did not rise from her chatr. “Is m‘sier in?” I asked, ratsing my hat. She looked at me steadily over her book and shook her head. “Will he return soon?” I persisted, in my best French. vho are you?” she asked, abruptly. friend of an intimate acquaintance of ‘M. Droubet,” I replied, somewhat awk- wardly. -‘Your name?” she demanded, without moving a line of her stolid countenance. -\I hesitated; then, remembering that I must of necessity be wholly unknown in Paris, I replied: THE EVENING STAR, THURSDAY, AUGUST 29, 1895-TWELVE PAGES. ohn Andrews.” our friend’s name? Pardon me, madame, I will confide that to M. Droubet.”” She nodded, and glanced at a doorway at the back of the little room. “Come tomorrow at 9," she said, and turned to her book with an unmistakable air of dismissal. I retired, but before I left the nelghbor- hood I walked throug an alley and satis- fied myself that the buliding contained a rear room much larger tian the one [ had seen. Promptly at 9 the next morning I re- entered the fruit store, and found the lady settied in the same spot and seemingly as Intensely interested as before in her stor: As she saw me come in she veached for- ward under the counter and I heard the faint tinkle of a bell somewhere in the distance. I remained immovable aud soon heard a door opened and closed and the sound of approaching footsteps. Then the rear door of the shop opened ani a man appeared in the doorway. He was a small man, with stooping shoulders, a seraggly beard, and small, keen eyes, which fastened themselves upon my face and scanned me cluseiy while he said, in a low voice: “Will mons‘eur please step this way?" I bowed and entered the rear room, the man holding open the door and closing it carefully behind me. The room [ stuod in was dimly lighted and entirely without furniture. It was probably about ten feet deep and directly back of the first door I saw another, but made of heavy oak and bound in stout iron—a suspictous-looking door, I thought. M. Droubet was still searching my face with his sharp eyes, and I had no chance to observe further. “What is your wish, m'sier?" I had prepared my story over night and row answered readily: “I am a diamond cutter by profession, and only lately arrived in Paris. I was recommended to you as one who might offer me employment. I assure you— I stopped abruptly, alarmed at the lcok of M. Droubet's face. His eyes w staring at me with painful fixity and large drops of persp'ration broke out upon his forehead. He noticed my surprise, and drew nis sleeve across his brow, wile he tened his Ups with his tongue and 1e- plied: “A diamond cutter! are mistaken. What have I, a poor fruit- erer, to do with cutting diamonds? An error, m’sier,” speaking more confiiently, “evidently a serious error! May 1 ask who sent you?” Surely, m'sier, you This I alto was prepare] for. I must invent some fictitious reference, and as no one was less likely to be known in Paris than my sweetheart’s father, I used his name for convenience. “I was recom- mended to you by M. Jules Croneau.” He gave a cry and started back with an expression of unmistakable fear upon lis pale face, and I was about to improve my advantage, although I, too, was prised and mystified when an answe' ery came from the front room. M. Droubet dashed open the door, and over his shoulder I saw that Mother Vi- deaux's barrel of cocoanuts was standing in the middle of the room. Evidently it had just beea delivered to its consignee, but what arrested my at- tention was the form of the woman ben.l- ing over the barrel, her hands pressed upon ber bosom and staring fixedly at the bold- ly written tag of direction. M. Droubet moved swiftly to her. side and fixed his eyes also upon the tag. “Mon Dieu!” he cried, “the warning! In an instant she ciapped her han over his mouth, but it was too late; the mis- chief was done, ani she knew it She walked calmly bebind the counter, put on g shawl and bornet, and w:thout @ word passed out into the street and dis- appeared. (To be concluded tomorrow.) ees es eee SUICIDES IN LONDON. Some of the Leading Causes for These trim Events, From the Boston Journal. London has always been remarkable for its large number of suicides. The had- ows of a great city” and the other favorite possessions of the thrilling melodramas naturally enough abound in the larg2st eity in the world. July is always a bad month for suicides in London, and the last July was particularly bad. As many as ten have occurred in a day, and the aver- age has been over twenty a week. The heat and love romances remain the prin- cipal excuses for self-destruction, and Col. Ingersoll’s views about erding one’s life when the chances to please others as well as self are slight seem to have many fol- lowers, but only among half-frenzied and irresponsible people. In the midst of these grim conditions are laughable happenings growing out of the efforts on the part of the police to prevent suicides. There was one particularly od] arrest on Waterloo bridge one day last week. Like Brooklyn bridge, Waterloo bridge was built to encourage suicide. It is @ bad locality, and the “hobbies” nat- urally look upon all strangers who linger thereabouts with considerable scrutiny. A man who goes near that bridge is at once rated a suspect, even if he be on as peace- ful an errand 2s making a call on the Sur- trey side. That was the way with a Mr. Spindler, who was found hatless and coat- less, excited and ejaculating, in the middle of a curious crowd. The police rushed him off to the lockup, and were rejoiced to think they had stemmed the tide and pre- vented adding another victim to the rolls of suicide. Three telltale bottles of lauda- num were found in his pockets. But when the rejoicings .of the police had quieted Mr. Spindler was given the floor, and he testified in his own behalf that some foot- pad had stolen his hat. Hehce his excit ment and the crowd. As to the bottles, he was a chemist, and they were properties of his trade, but not laudanum. As one commentator remarked, ‘He left the court without a stain on his character and with- cut his hat.” It is net always agreeable to tack morals upon such stories, but the lesson of Mr. Spindler’s plight is that every hatless man who stands upon a bridge in the suicide center of the world does not of necessity contemplate self-de- struction. ——_——__+ e+ Indin Rubber Fish Bait. From Harper's Round Table. According to a Troy fisherman, the latest triumph of Yankee inventive genius 1s an India rubber fish-worm. It Is said to be a remarkably good, imitation of the com* mon earth-worm, Is indestructible and in actual use proves as alluring to the fishes as the genuine article. The old fisherman will be quick to see its advantuges. One can equip himself for a day’s sport without digging over a whole garden in his search for bait. A handful of India rubber worms will last him for a whole season, and there will be no necessity for pulling up the line every few minutes to see if the small fry nibblers have left the hook bare. It is possibly hardly necessary to add here that the fisherman who tells of this invention tray be like other fishermen, in which case the reader need not believe the story unless he wants to. oo Evidently Not Scotch. From the Chicago Tribune. Teacher—“How would you correct the sentence: ‘He sat there quiet and listened to the bagpipes’ music?’ ” Pupil—“I would scratch out the word music.’ ——__—_-+e+_____. The Star Out of Town. THE EVENING STAR will be sent by mail to any address in the United States or Canada for such period as may be desired at the rate of fifty eents per month, But all such orders must be ac- companied by the money, or the Paper cannot be sent, as no ac- counts are kept with mail subscrip- tions. STORIES ABOUT BEARS How Tony Juarez Was Killed by a Silvertip Grizzly. Blow With the Terrible Paw Crushed His Skull—A Hunter in Warm Quarters, From the St. Louis Globe-Denierat, “Grizzlies ain’t no cowards,” said Big Jim, the bucket man at the Horn of Plenty; as he jammed the ashes down in the bowl of his pipe with the second finger of his left hand., “I know some says they 8, but them that says it is tenderfeet an’ never seed a bear outside a circus cage. I mind when I wuz a boy ov gapin’ at the poor, scrawny things marked grizziies the circus men uster haul around over the country in wagons. But, Lord! sence that time I've seed grizzlies wild, an’ I'll be derned if theys any comparin’ 'em. Why, I've seed grizzlies that weighed 1,700 strong, bigger’n a ox—yes, sir, not so tall mebbe, but a dern sight longer an’ heavier, the differ’nce in height bein’ only in the legs. Put legs ez long ez a ox's under some bears I've seed an’ they'd be bigger’n a average hoss. “The only time I mind ov a grizzly tack- lin’ a man without cause wuz over in Ari- zony, but then the bear seed he had to do somethin’, an’ mebbe he wusn’t so much to blame. There wuz me an’ Jim Billings an’ Antonio Juarez. He wuz\a Mexican, but one cv the whitest kind in more ways than one that I ever seed. Tony, ez we called him. had heen born an’ raised in the coun- try, but didn’t have no relations nor nuth- in’. The ‘Paches had done for ’em long ago. He struck our camp down Flagstaff way, purty nigh played out with desert fever an’ lack ov grub. We tuk him in an’ fed him Up an’ ez soon ez the hot, dry season wuz over we started on a jrospectin’ trip, a takin’ Tony with us. He knowed where there wuz a good lead, but he never could get tools or grub enough to work it, an’ he Wuz tickled to death when we sald we'd go with him an’ look at it. Well, we struck it, an’ "twuz rich. We built a little shack ov a cabin in the guich nigh a water hole, built a ‘raster, used one ov our jacks fer power, an’ me’n Jim got out ore while Tony run the ‘raster. One night me'n Jim stopped to clean out the pulp while Tony unhooked the mule, took him to water an’ then went on up to the cabin to git supper. A Swipe on the Hend. ““Twuz gravelly in the gulch an’ I reckon that Tony got some rocks in his shoes, for just as we got in about fifty yards ov the cabin he set down in the door an’ begen takin’ off his brogans. Jest then right be- hind him we seed a powerful big silvertip, yes, inside the cabin. We yelled at Tony an’ he looked around, but Lord! he didn’t have time to do nuthin’ but jest reach fer his knife and raise about half up, when the silvertip, quicker’n a cat, rared up an’ fetched him a swipe on the head, knockin’ him about ten feet. We both fired at onct. ‘Patches wuz bad then an’ we didn’t go fer from our guns, an’ the bear tumbled out the door an’ laid still. We both run to Tony, but he never moved. The hull top ov his head was caved in an’ his scalp wuz hang- in’ down over his eyes. I don’t guess he drawed breath after he wuz hit. We bur- ied him up the side ov the gulch an’ then skinned the bear, but some way we couldn't eat a durned bite ov the meat. Every time we tried it we'd think of poor Tony an’ kinder choke up, so we throwed it out fer the coyotes.” Revenge is Sweet. “Speakin’ of cinnamons, Jake Appleby, over in the Cajon Pass country, had a pi nic with four of ‘em last fall, or, rather, they had a picnic with him,” said Bill Sny- der. “Jake, you know, ’s got a bee ranch an’ ‘vas a doin’ toluble well. Along last fall, about time to rob the hives, Jake went gut to the yard one mornin’ an’ found nearly every one of his richest caps off an’ all the honey et out. You all know Jake, an’ I know I ain’t stretchin’ it when I sa that fer awhile the air ‘found that bee yard was bluer than 'tis around the top of Old Baldy on a winter's mornin’. Bear sign was plenty, so Jake he goes back to the cabin, gits his rifle, fills his belt an’ pockets full of cartridges, an’ takes the trail. He followed it about til! long after noon, windin’ about over hogbacks an’ up gulches, but never gittin’ very fer from the ranch. Jake knowed that from the way they was hangin’ about that they'd be bacic to ihe raneh that night, but he was too derned mad to do what he'd crter done—g9 home an’ lay fer ‘em in the cabin, so he stuck to the trail. "Long about 2 o'clock he crossed a deep gulch an’ up onto a mesa. A Big Cinnamon Charg “He hadn't gone more’n a couple of hun- dred yards till he saw the bushes shakin’ in a manzanita thicket, just ahead. He looked an’ swears he thought he saw a deers antlers in the thicket. You know sometimes the dead top of a manzanita looks mightily like a deer’s antlers, an’ you can’t see nothin’ below owin’ to the thick green. Jake didn’t stop to think, but throwed up his rifle an’ fired. Before he could git his gun down from his shoulder a big he cinnamon ccme a-snortin’ an’ chargin’ out of the bushes. Jake throw: another cartridge into the breech an’ rais- ed his rifle, but before he could shoot a big she come out. Jake's a nervy cus: know, an’ was-a-goin’ to chance it any when here come two cubs about three- quarters grown, airy one of ‘em big enough to make a good fight. That was too much fer Jake, an’ he turned tall an’ broke fer the gulch, ‘lowin’ that he might git away by runnin’ along the side hill, but he miss- ed the place where he come up an’ every place else was too steep to git down. “He lit down the edge of the cliff as tight as he could go, an’ havin’ about seventy- five yards start, kep' the lead. But he knowed his wind wouldn't hold out at that gait fer more'n a quarter if he wasn't pick- ed up before, so he kep’ his s peeled. He was a blowin’ purty hard, an’ the bears was a gainin’ fast, when he see a ledge of rcek croppin’ out abougpthree feet wide an’ abcut ten feet below the top of the cliff. It was straight down to the ledge, an’ from the ledge down it was a plum drop of 100 feet or more. Jake knowed he must git to that ledge, so he made anuther spurt, an’, ketchin’ holt of a juniper | on the ledge, he slipped over on nis s C an’ dropped to the ledze just as the bears cme a gallopin’ up. The croppin’ wasn't more'n twenty feet long, and there was no way they could git down, fer they knowed if they tried it they'd silde off on to the rocks, over 100 feet below. Kept Him a Prisoner. “Well, sir, they kep’ him there the whole afternoon. They just prowled along the top an’ ever orct in awhile poked their neses over an’ growled. Jake put in the afternoon tryin’ to git a square shot, but they was always too quick—every time he'd raise his gun they'd jerk back. Jake said it was the hottest place he was ever in, pasted up there agin a granite wail where the afternoon sun had a fair show at him an’ he havin’ no water, an’ no tellin’ when he was agoin’ to git any. He says it seem- ed like they had sense. The old he an’ one cub went away down the gulch, found a place where they could git down, then ccme back up the bottom, leavin’ the old she an’ (other cub on guard at the top. The two down below would try to climb up, an’ seein’ they couldn't make it they come back up. They kep’ Jake cornered there until about dark, then sneaked away. “Jake staid there until after dark to make certain they’d gone, then he buckled his rifle to him with his cartridge belt an’ climbed up at a place that he'd picked out before night, by puttin’ his feet an’ hands in crevices in the rocks. It was like climb- in’ up the side of a house, but he made tt, an’ then took acrost country fer home. When he got to his cabin he thought he heard a racket dewn in the bee yard an’ went out. Well, sir; dern me if there wasn’t them same bears a-knockin’ over the hives an’ helping theirselves. They’d got back before he did. Mebbe he wasn’t hot. He knowed they was a stout log cabin just be- hind him, so he cut loose an’ commenced a-pumpin’ lead into ‘em an’ a-yellin’ at every shot. There was a skin of clouds over the moon an’ he couldn’t see very well, but he emptied his magazine an’ then cut fer the cabin. He said it seemed like somethin’ told him to skip, an’ he did. He hadn't no more’n got ins'de an’ slammed the heavy slab door when one of them bears come agin it like a thousan’ of brick. They sniffed around all night, an’ there bein’ no window out of which Jake could shoot, they kep’ him penned up all night. They tuk a sneak about day an’ Jake went out. He found his bee yard all tore up an’ down at the Jawer end was one of the cubs dead. I see Jake awhile afterward an’ he was thinkin’ of goin’ out of the bee business an’ takin” to the hills agin.” CANARIES* FOR CONVICTS. Michigan Prisotiers Care for the Lit- tle Fenthered Songsters. From the Chicago Record. Convicts in th Michigan state prison have many more favors than those of al- most any other penitentiary in the United States, and it is the bellef of the manage- ment of the inst¥ution that for this rea- son there are fewer outbreaks of lawless- ness than are found elsewhere. Among the favors granted to them here is that of keeping and caring for birds. There ure fully 600 feathered songsters in Michigan's principal penal institution, all owned and cared for by the convicts, and as soon as daylight approaches on bright mornings their sweet notes are heard in striking con- tirst to the natural feelings of their owners. Many of the most hardened criminals, from thelr general appearance and history would not be expected to care for anything of a refining nature, yet they tenderly care for and caress their little pets. More than three-quarters of the cells in the prison contain one or more canaries, and they are also found in various shops throughout the institution. During the day the cages are hung outside the cells to give the birds ight and air, but as scon as the convict returns from work at night the cage is taken inside. This practice has been carried on in the prison for years, and the officials say that instead of any detrimental effect being noticeable, the little songsters have proved a benefit, as they not only give the cells a more homelike appearance, but they also wield a decided influence in the way of humanizing the most reckless and harden- ed criminal. Besides being permitted to keep the birds for the sake of thelr company and inilu- ence, the convicts are allowed to raise th to sell, and many a dollar is credited to accounts of the prisoners from this scurce. Of course, the convict handles none of the money realized from the sale of the birds until he is discharged, but it is placed to his credit in the prison bank. it is interesting to walk up and down the prison corridors and note the different Kinds of canaries in the cages, and more particularily to note the different methods adopted by the conyicts in caring for th pets. All styles of cages are to he seen, and while one bird is provided with a ‘able palace of a home and all the luxuries known in the bird world, the one in front ef the next cell will have simply the plainest wood or. wire cage, and only the ordinary seed and water holders. This is also true in the shops, and the character ef the convict can in almost every in- stance be safely estimated by the care he gives his feathered friends. Through the day the music of the odirds is hardly noticeable, although it can be heard more or less at almost any time, but on a bright morning the songsters are pleasingly noisy. One of the officials, who has been connected with the prison for yeers, says that when he first came to the prison the music of the birds in the mor: ing made him wild, but he has now be come so accustomed to it that the place would be terribly silent without it. os HE ELECTED IMPRISONMENT. Stole His Own Watch in Spite of Hix Wife's Directions. From the San Francisco Post. A slender Lite man with his hat pulled over his eyes ahd fis hands buried in his trousers pockets, hoypred uneasily about the door of the southery police station yester- day. His dejected. countenance and nery- ous manner attracted the sergeant’s at- tention. cio “Want to see ea officer. A No one in particular,” and the little man glanced uneasily up and down the street. Well, what are ypu hanging around here any one inquired the for? “I thought mebbe you could give me some information.” el, what is it?” “Es it a crime to ¢rawl In through a win- dow and steal a watch?” Well, I should Say so. That's burgiary.’ The little man's worst fears.were con- fir What Is it—the state prison?" That's what. Was it in the day or right?” inquired the acute police officer. ieht."” That's burglary in the first degree.” “That's 'tough, but I guess I'll have to ad it,” and the little man wiped the coll piration off his face. Have you been burgling?” “What Kind of beds do burglars get in here?” “4 blanket or two on the floor.” “Don’t they get anything better when they surrender themselves and confess?” “Yes; they might get another blanket.” “Well, take me in. It's tough, but I guess I'll have to stand it.” “You don’t mean to say that you have committed burglary?” “Yes; give me two blankets and lock me up." Tell me about it.” ‘Well, it was this way. I was strapped and the old lady wouldn't give me a cent out of the stocking that she keeps hid, and she said she'd break my neck if I soaked anything, After she got asleep last ght I slipped outside, pried open the back window, crawled in and stole my watch and chain. Then I took it down on 3d street and soaked it for $3. Give me good, thick blankets, will you, sergeant?” “But a man has a right to break into his own house and steal his own watch.” “He has?’ ard the little man jumped up in the air and cracked his heels togeth “That takes a load off my mind,” and he 1 the officer's hand. ut your wife was up here and reported it awhile ago, and I'll have to tell her the truth.” “Lock me up, sergeant. I'l take only one blanket if you'll lock me up now.” The last seen of the little man he was . his way to the wharf to drown himself. Ss EA SUPERSTITIONS. Many and Curious Are Those Told by Sallors—Orisin of Them, From the New York Commercial Advertiser. It is a superstition of the sea that great disasters come in triplets and that it 1s most unlucky to start on a voyage on Fri- day. Concerning the latter it has been sald: “Not the least curious part of this matter Is, as some say, that though the superstition is said to have grown out of the tradition that the crucifixion was on Friday, it is more or less shared in by sea- going people who are in no sense Chris- tlans.” Now I gather from somewhat obscure sources that there are other reasons beside that of the crucifixion given for this super- stition. One worthy of mention concerns Freya, a water goddess of Shetland; her day being Friday, {t has been kept sacred to sailors for centuries, and hence is an unlucky one for, voyages. Perhaps the very, oldest of sea super- {tions is the notién that a ship may be imperiled by the malign influence of some one on board. The sailors of Joppa be- lieved this when, in order to check the raging of the sea, they cast Jonah out of the ship, It is well nigh beyond belief that this in- cident should have,been almost duplicated in our own century and so close at home, yet Thatcher fells, us that on the ship President, bound out from Charleston, a sailor named Sam ‘declared that a storm which was raging was brought on by his wickedness, and presently he jumped over- board from the fore-rigging. Presumably the wind went down, for we are told that whn on the vessel's return voyage,a storm again arose, the sailors decided that it was due to Sam's chest being still on board. This they threw into the sea and the storm ceased. When near New York a squall came up, whereupon the crew came to the conclusion that all the dead man’s effects had not yet been disposed’ of. Hunting around they found one of his old shoes, and casting this overboard they assured them- selves of a safe arrival. Commodore Byron was supposed by En- glish sailors to be something of a Jonah, and they bestowed upon him the name of “Foul Weather Jack,” from his proverbial bad luck at sea. —_—_—_+e+__. Made It in Wheat. From the Beatrice Democrat. “Did I understand you to say Thompson was a farmer?” “Good gracious, no! I sald he made his money in wheat. You never heard of a farmer doing that, did you?” that “MINNEHAHA” IN BLOOMERS New Woman Movement at the Home of the - Digger Indian. His Squaw is Donning the Bifurcated Habiliment That Now Marks Fashion’s Progress. . From the San Francisco Examiner. The new woman movement has struck the aborigines of the Sierras. The help- mate of the noble red man has joined the van of progress and before another season the mountain trails will have a pictur- esque attraction that will open the eyes of the Yosemite tourist and bring 2 new joy to the kodak fiend. It has all come about from a bloomer ex- pedition that invaded the Sierra forest re- serve and spent a few lingering weeks in the Yosemite. The bloomers were for con- venience; the expedition was for pleasure. Circumstances turned it likewise into a camp of instruction. The arrival of the expedition was a nine days’ sénsation along the line of travel. It is calculated to have elevated 39 per cen of the female noses in the district through which it marched. But foremost in dis- dain were the daughters of nature, the dusky maids and matrons of the Digger race. The sniffs and criticisms from the daughters of the pale-face at the sight of the bloomer were as nothing to the stares of disapproval that were drawn from the spouse of the red man. The white woman had read the newspapers and se2n the comic journals and knew that afar there was going on a contest before which the clinging, hampering skirts were withering to nothing like the green grass before the burning norther. Hence, though shocked, she was prepared. The red woman lacking the advantages of reading and the enlight- cnment of comic art was taken unwarned. The squaw is nothing !f not conservative. When the first bloomer hove in sight she gathered herself by the roadside, stared in amazement end joined with others of her sex and race in loud and jocular comments. ‘The stares could be understood. The re- marks were almost as intelligible as though they had been made in the white man’s tongue. The bloomer could hardly have been more eff. ively treated bv a_con- course of dowagers in a ball room of the fashionable. The squaw of the Digger has for untold moons been devoted to the calico wrapper, large figured, with designs dating back to the days of the Dolly Varden cloths. and displaying a wealth of color that rivals the nasturtium. Her gowns exhaust the re- sources of the dye pot in the matter of reds, and a design about the size of a fist is considered up to date among the aborig- inal aristocracy. The squaw is inclined to be large of figure and the reverse of ele- gant as to shape. When a 200-pound Jad. ith a figure like a sack of wheat, decks herself in new red wrapper with six-inc patterns and made up in the fin de siecle style current in Digger society, the effect is stunning. Sclomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. The bicomer company declined to be abashed at the shock they had given to aboriginal society. The obvious disappro al of the tinted matrons, however, mac communication difficult. But at length the captain of the bloomer brigade secured speech with the largest squaw in the val- ley. The squaw was frigid, the bloomer cap- tain amiable. The bloomer captain's ques- tions having been coldly answered, the squaw turned questioner herself, eyeing the bloumers the while: “What for you wear um pants?” “Why,” said the bicomer captain, at- tempting to adapt her ideas to the supposed intelligence of the red sister before her, heap good. Help make it easy to walk, y to ride, easy to climb over rocks- climb a fence. The explanation put a new light on the ed garment. Tgh. You like um?” ibly soctening. The bloomer captain was fired with the seal and eloquence of the primitive mis- i She expatiated at length upon the and advantages of the bloomers, The squaw was The squaw seemed to think it quite like- ly. She gazed at the garment with a mol- Iified eye and her grim lips softened their expression. You catch um patten?” she said, per- suas vely. “What!” exclaimed the blcomer captain. There were two or three exclamation points and am interrogation in her voice. it You catch um patten—pants patten, explained the squaw, taking hold of the garment to make her meaning plain. The bloomer captain understood. She had made a convert. The squaw wanted to build herself a pair of bloomers. “Yes,” she reflected, “there's an old pair at the camp. Come down some time and you may have them.” The squaw meant business. There was no “some time” about her. She wanted the bloomers at once, and foilowed the bloomer captain to the camp and got them. “Oh, Lord!” said the old rancher to whom they ‘told the story; “have they got it, too? “Do you know what you have done?” he Pre ENJOYS Both the method and results when Syrup of Figs is taken; it is pleasant and refreshing to the taste, and acts gently yet promptly on the Kidneys, Liver and Bowels, cleanses the sys- tem effectually, dispels colds, head- aches and fevers and cures habitual constipation. Syrup of Figs is the only remedy of its kind ever pro- duced, pleasing to the taste and ac- ceptable to the stomach, prompt m its action and truly beneficial in ita effects, prepared only from the most healthy and agreeable substances, its many excellent qualities commend it to all and have made it the most popular remedy known. Syrup of Figs is for sale in 50 cent bottles by all leading drug- gists. Any reliable druggist who may not have it on hand will pro- cure it promptly for any one who wishes to try it. Do not accept any substitute. CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUP CO, SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. = LOUISVILLE, KY. AEW YORK, N.Y. TH E AN IMAL EXTRACTS. CEREBRINE Extract of the brain of the ox, for Nervous Prostration, Imomnia, NI Extract of the Heart, for Func- a tional Weakness of tho Heart MEDULLINE, Extract of the Spinal Cord, for Locomotor Ataxia. TESTINE, For Premature Decay. OVARINE, For Diseases of Women. THYROIDINB, For Eczema and impurities of the blood. Dose, 5 drops. Price, $1.25. SOLE OWNERS. Columbia Chemical Co., i404 FOURTEENTH ST. N.W. Washingjon, D. 0. Bend for book. Je6-th,s,tutt continued, solemnly. “The squaws is death on fashion. They pester the women folks for patterns whenever there's a new comes along. Look at them sleeve he pointed to a passing belle of the Sierras, “Women’s women whatever their skin, and even a Digger likes to keep somewhere in sight of the procession. Well, I reckon they've figured out by this time that you're somewhere near the head of it with the latest thing from the bay. Sure as shootin’, you've done it. Every squaw in the valley and for twenty miles outside will be rigged out in one of yer what-yer-callems agin next season—an’ caliker ones at that!” and he drove off chuckling grimly. Wherefore it is requested that if any traveler or sportsman sees an ample figure wobbling along the mountain trails clothed wonderously in red Dolly Varden calicoes, made like unto the bloomer of civilization, as interpreted by the barbarians of the Sierras, he will refrain from shooting. It will be not the fleshy form of Mephistoph- eles come to earth, but the New Woman— and the latest one out. tes The Telephone in Ruasin. From the Katipo. The telephone, it is said, is not making much progress in Russia. And no won- der! Fancy a man going to the ‘phone and shouting: “Halloa, is that you, Dvisostkivchsmartvoiczski?” ‘0, it's Zollemschouskaffirnocknstiffs- gowoff. Who's speaking?” “Sezimochockiertrjvaksmzyskischokemoff, know if Xliferomanskeffiskillma- juwchzvastowsksweibierski is still stopping with Dvisostkivchsmartvoiczski.” WE— GIVE AWAY “A Sample Package (4 to 7 doses) of Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets To any one sending name and address to us on a postal card. QNCE USED THEY ARE ALWAYS IN FAVOR. Hence, our object in sending them out broadcast aa———_ON TRIAL. ———— ‘They absolutely cure SICK HEADACHE, Biliousness, Constipation, Coated Tongue, Poor Ap- petite, Dyspepsia and kin- dred derangements of the Stomach, Liver and Bowels. Don’t accept some substitute said to be ‘just as good.” The substitute costs the dealer less. Tt costs you ABOUT the same. HIS profit is in the “‘just as good.” WHERE IS YOURS? Address for FREE SAMPLE, World’s Dispensary Medical Association, No. 663 Main St., BUFFALO, N. ¥. F and Eleventh sts. Storage Warehouse: 22d st near M. Whatever we sell bears the stamp of thorough workmanship and perfect finish. —By September 1st we want to see the last of the MATTINGS gone. Room's wanted. Carpets must take their places. We're going to be generous in the price cuts that are to force those Mattings out, too. Prices like these: 1,000 yards White China Matting. Regular Ie, quality. — Reduced tos. 5C- a Plaid and oe Se patterns. i Relliteed T0-0-..s ++, 8c. r y Jointless China = and plaids, r Se. : 3 aval" roc. t2}c. ra Fine F y saletie ip ee Su patterns. Res r C. lity. 7 quailty p40, Best" Quality’ * Cotton tting, 15, ea itterns— unlit! BR Eee Leas rds of our Best Qualil ponte. Seer fae egula: We. ality. Bite ee sone 23s 12,000 yards Double Extra Tinperial ae Matti finest matting: 20. patterns. Reaueed to. 323. Cotton Warp Japan 15. artistic equal efter wths of from & to 25 egular selling ‘price. AA Ae Aah oA ARR RA RAAMA RAR iWe’ve Put Prices On ; , > > > tptow H ohen & Son, 630 Pa. ave., , TOWN AMERICAN SHOE MEN. 4 Important to Wheelwomen. Every feminine devote of the wheel should secure a set of pretty models, il- lustrating the most desirable eyeling cos- times, that we're giving away. They were designed by Redfern, Krac: Mrs. Jenness Miller and Georgie Cayvan, and published by the Pope Manufacturing Co. Cell and get yours, District Cycle Co., 452 Penna. Ave. au10-3:,28 Six Bottles of To-Kalon Claret for. $1. ‘To-Kalon Wine Co., 614 14th st. "Phone 998. au28-228 The Watch Hospital is Opposite the City P. O. When you're down that looking after your mafl—bring in your watch if it's enfeebled OF feverish “going fast or slow—and we'll tx it a “Ji C7 Cleaning or new wainspring, Te. HUTTERLY'S Hospital for Watches, 632 G st. nw. Opp. City P.O. Sign of Electric Clock. au28-124 HOMOEORATHIC Act almost instantly, speedily curing the most obstinate cases. Rleumatism cured in from 1 to 3 days. Dyspepsia and all stomach troubles quickly relieved. Cstarrh positively cured. Headache cured in 5 minutes. Nervous diseases promptly cured. Kidney troubles, Piles, Nouralgia, Asthma and all Female Complaints quickly cured. Munyon’s Vitalizer imparts new life and vigor to weak and debilitated men. Ask be druggist for a 25-cent vial of one of Junyon’s Cures, and if you are not bene- ted your money will be refunded. This Company puts up Acure for every disease BRIAR PIPE GIVEN AWAY the: MIXTURE ? for => 5 cents Every pipe stamped DUKES MIXTURE or . 2oz. Packaces 5¢ You’re Too Fat. There Are Others. Read What They Say—They"re Boing Cured by Dr Edison's Obesity Treatmont—iot_ W, Here—Use Dr. “Edison's Pills, Salt P: “dicines They Mae Evelyn Merry, aw iting from the states that s°> h been gaining ly for five i re ountil prember, 1894, w began nsing Dr. Edisoa’s Treatw. Yy- “From Sept. 2 to Dee 20 I took Dr. Edison's Obe- sity Fills and Fruit it, and was reduced 54 pounds, and entirely cured of dyspepsia. My com= plesion was rendered clear and beantiful.”” Merey Sturtevant Wade writing from the treasury Department, sa: “In ¥ix weeks Dr. Edison's Obesity Pills and Salt brow: 44 pounds nnd cured me of chroaic ailinents.” Capt. Henry Caton, 1 ed with the Pest Office Departmeat, writes: took Dr. Edi- sen's Pills aad Salt snd they reduced me 38 eorreat in a month and a half.” of “Two Girls Northern Ho ‘ol. Stanton, Georget writes: 3 o's Obesity Salt and Pills six weeks, re- duced 35 pounds and cleared my complexion.” Francesca Townshende, secretary of the Wo! Ethical Culture Club, writes: “I had been seven years. From 124 pounds Indizestion and dyspepsia m: wreck. — Under Dr. Edison's tre: lost 63 pounds in eleven weeks and cur dyspepsia. ‘Mrs. on writes: Band has reduced my ‘welzht 21 me of kidney troubles. Dr. | Edison's Pills and Salt have cured my brother, Col. ¥ 1 of the Department_of State, of ver disease and reduced his weight 39 powads in forty-thres daya."” Obesity Pills, $1.50 a bottle: three bottles, $4, enongh for one ‘treatment; Obesity Fruit Salt, $1 Fillson’s Obesity ds and cured Obesity Band, any size un to 36 inches, ts $2.503 10 cents extra for each additional inch In length. Send all mail, express or C.0.D. orders to us. Retail drug trade supplied by EPM™M RTZ, 11th and F nw. Mention address exactly as given below. TORING & CO., General Agents, United States, Chicago, Dept. No. 19, No. 113 State street. New York city, Dept. 4, No. 42 W. 22d street, aul4-3m — If the Siemens-Lungren Gas Lamp only saved the gas it would be worth more than 25c. a month—the cost of renting it per month. But it sheds a beautiful white light—and is ab- solutely safe. 25c. a month rental. Gas Appliance Exchange, 1428 N, Will You Miss This? If you want any one of the three ban gains named don't watt until the last inute—somebody’s golng to be disappointed r the stock fs almost certain to run short before Saturday night. HALL Racks— In soltd onk— 6 fect G Inches high, 29% inches ®. German bevel plate uiltror, 5-50 Fella holder and box receptacle (Till 6 o'clock next Saturday night.) RATTAN ROCKERS— Snowy white—very beautifal and artistic in design special until 6 1.75 clock next turday night...... ICE CHESTS— All Refrigerators and Ice Chests below cost this week, See the $2.25 large Ice Chest we offer for. All ef these prices are less than actual COST—and hold good for six days only, Pay for what you buy—a Uttle at a time— weekly or monthly—no notes—no Interest, GROGAN’S Mammoth Credit House, 819-821-823 7th st. a.w., bet. H and I ste. au26-84d Bargains In Long Hair Switches, 2.50. Formerly $5.00. Hf: Formerty $o-s0 Formerly $10.50. O7First-class uttendance in Halr Dressing, Bhampooing, ete. ay ‘our’ “Curlette,”* for keeping the hair "'S. HELLER’S, 720 7th Street N.W. ‘$ot-208