Evening Star Newspaper, September 6, 1895, Page 11

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Iv. “Good God,” said I, half aloud, in spite of myself, “what are you doing in there’"” and then, as I'm a man, I began to trem- ble. But Jim had already turned on me. “Bigg,” cried he, “you're playing me double. What's Nicolas Steele doing in there?’ “Ask me another, I can’t tell you. “But I can,” said he, and he was angry, too; “he’s gone to get Grey out and claim the money.” “Jim, shut your mouth,” said I, don’t make him out the biggest fool alive “You're playing me false,” cried he, rais- ing his voice sillily. “No such thing,” said I, “and, look here, I'll prove it. I’m going in after him.” “You are?” exclaimed he, “then I'll say ‘good evening’ to you. “Jim,” ‘said I, “don’t you see it may be a matter of life or death with him? Help me in this and I'll give you another hun- dred.” “Help you—how can I help you?" “Tl tell you in a word. Run into the beer shop there and bring all the men you can find to these leads. Promise them twenty francs apiece to shout when I call to them. They'll do it quick enough if you say {the polles are with us on the other side.” But you, yourself?” "m going to throw these steps across said I, “it's a thing “and Clambering Across That Gap. the gap there, and force that window. Af- ter that, I'm trusting to bluff. “You take your life in your hands,” sald he. “Don't you trouble about that. You get the men. Quick's the word for this job.’ He didn’t wait for any more, but tumbled down to the shed again, and when I'd waited five minutes and had seen him come out with half a dozen loafers at his tails®1 dragged the’steps up to the wall, and then used them to bridge the gap which lay he- tween the little window and myself. Luck- ily, the sill was old and broad; and though the window itself was not more than three feet square, it was unbarred. At any other time I might have been a bit giddy clam- bering across that gap, for there was a drop of near twenty feet below me, but there were too many things running in my head to let me think of that, and half a minute hadn't gone before'I'd forced the window with my pocketknife and dropped into a narrow passage on the second floer of the Maison d'Or. Ten seconds, perhaps, I stood to assure myself that I was all right. Then I drew my revolver, and, putting it to the full cock, I began to look about me. It was plain in a minute that I was in a passage with doors opening dowr. one side of it. The glimmer of a light showed at the far end; but elsewhere it was all dark, and PEMBERTON...¥ AUTHOR? : OF THE. JAPREGNABLE what was more, strangely silent. The air itself was heavy, like the air of a bake house. I had to gasp for my breath; there was a choking sensation in my throat which nearly made me faint. Stinking fumes, like the fumes of stale opium, filled all the corridors and seemed to exude the rooms. I steggered under the power of them, and had to bite my lips to prevent myself coughing. So far as furniture went, there was little that I could see in the passage. A heavy carpet was soft to the feet, and thick cur- tains, made of some soft stuff, were hung over the openings to the doors. Yet what appeared more curious than anything was the queer silence in the place. While I stood there, half choking for my breath, and half hidden behind one of the thickest of the curtains, I didn’t hear so much as the creak of a door or the fall of a foot. The house might have been a dead house, with specters for tenants. You may ask me, fairly enough, what I had meant to do when I crossed the gap and forced my way into this queer place. I can only answer that I know no more than the dead. What I did was done on impulse. It was only when I'stood in the passage and heard my heart beating like a machine that I began to think what a fool I had made of myself. And I must have stood there five minutes, afraid to go on, afraid to go back, when all of a sud- den some one else decided for me. A door opened not two yards away, and out walk- ed Sir Nicolas Steele and a little French- man. They were talking together angrily; and they went straight down the passage and turned the corner where the light was. Though the dcor of the rocm from which they had come had only been oven for a moment, I had seen a sight strange enoush to have upset a stronger man than me. In a great eastern-like room, all lit up with queer colored lanterns, and having a foun- tain of water splashing in the middle of it sume twenty men were lying on little bed: Mest of them lcoked to me to be dead sleep, but one was ra’ 5 buried in his pillow, w! another seemed to be crawling on his hands and knees to the water which bubbled under the The door was only open a second, as I but the view behind it gave me a shiv and the shiver was still on me when, tread: ing like a cat, I followed my master down the passage and came within a yard of bim at the corner of it. I was now neer by the light, but curtains, hung crosswise in the passage, hid me well enough. I could see from my place that Sir face at the top of a little flicht of iron stairs. When they had talked for about a minute the Frenchee pointed to a door at the bettom of the flight, and my master made a step downward as though to reach the door. But his foot was hardly on the stairs when something happened which sent me as stiff as a corpse, and drew from me a cry which might have come from a madman. ‘The stairs which I had seen a mi be: fore I saw no longer. They had swung away under my master’s, touch, and with another cry joined to mine, he went head- long down to a black hole below. What happened in the next few minutes I can hardly tell. I remember, perfectly, that the Frenchman stood for a minute glaring at me, and hissing words be:ween his teeth, Then he pressed a knob on the railings at his side, and the staircase swung baek into its place again. So astonished was I to see what he did that I never thought of the danger to my- self, and before I knew where T was he had gripped me, and we went rolling over and over on the floor together. Strong man as I am, I don’t think that I've ever been | so near to death as I was that nicht. Now up, now down, with the cold sweat on my forehead, and’ the devil's fingers tearing the flesh out of my neck. I hatlosed to Jim to help me and fought the Frenchman through. When I had done with him at last, I was covered with blood—but it was Jim who pulled me to my feet, Jim and Michel Grey, who stood, half dressed and half drunk, with two gendarmes in the pas- so The noise and din which followed this business is not to he described by any man like me. While I stood half blinded, and with roaring sounds in my ears, gendarmes seemed to be filling all the Matson d'Or. Rut I had wits enough about me 10 think of what might be, and the first words I spoke were to Jim. “Get Grey out,” said T, “and take him in a cab to the Hotel de Lille. We'll lose the reward if you don’t. Tell him his father’s there. I'm after Sir Nicolas.” ‘olas was arguing with the Frenciman | “Is he here?’ he asked, as he went to do what I bade him. “God knows whether he is alive or dead,” said I, and with that I hallaced to the gendarmes and showed them the swinging staircase. Five-minutes after we were down in a filthy cellar in the bottom of the house, standing oyer the. motionless body of my masier. Fhft his groans told us that he lived, and when lights were brought we knew to what he owed his life. He had fallen on the dead body of another victim of the Maison a°Or. * . 8 «© « Well, that’s tH&' story of the phantom staircase, thouglthere are some things left you might iike to know. How did Sir Nicolas Steele come to the shop, for in- stance? Why, it appeared that after they’d got Grey into tlie house, which was one of the largest and one of the lowest dens in Paris, they’d st him drunk with the drug, in the hope ‘that he'd add money to what they’d robbed him of. On the day Jim and I set out for the cabaret Grey had_sent a messenger down to the Hotel de Lille to get some of his traps and things. Sir Nicolas came across this messenger ana bribed the whole tale out of him. After that he didn’t want to lose a minuts tracing the man, and he went straight off to Montmartre, leaving word at the police station of what he'd done. The police had long been watching the shop, and when they heard that an En- glishman was golig there, they sent gen- darmes after him—and lucky, too, or this story would not have been written. How Sir Nicolas was so foolish as to stand betwe>n us and the chance of a re- ward, I only learned when he came to “An extra hundred for myself.” consciousress, nine days after we took him off the dead man’s body in the cellar. “And didn’t I begin to be afraid of the whole thing,” said he; “sure, the police ® watching me night and day 4s if I § a murderer. Reward or no reward, I was glad to have done with it.” And that was the truth, theugh old Jona- than Grey,after he'd heatd whut the police had to say, paid over every shilling of the money he'd promised. What's more, he gave me a hundred more for myself. But he was out of Paris while my master lay unconscious on his bed; and though Dora Grey cried enough for three, her studies in painting closed on the spot. The Maisen d'Or fs pulled ‘Phe city people took it last y. down now. ar for a new road they were making. I’ve no doubt myself that 'y a good man walked down those stairs to his death. A more cunning trap you couldn't find. We proved, when we went up some days after the thing happened, that the whole flight of § ng on a hinge at the top. It was ight at the bottom by a bit of the land- ing which projected, and which a spring held in its place. And it was a better weapon for a rogue than any knife or pistol. (The end.) so A Few Points About Jewels. From the Boston Hirald, Jewels must ke worn in odd places this scason, and themegulation necklace fs quite | out of date if it:enGircles the throat. Dia- | mends by the buékefful adorned the women |at the Casino all.in Newport the other night, but their presence was a frequent | surprise, even to the man accustomed to | using a “cricket's eye.”” A zone of diamond tars spanned & 16inch waist, a diamond nburst was fasteiled to the skirt, a dia- mond crescent Was’poised on one shoaller, while another béaétfful young matron wore on the’back of her‘corsage @ diamond and sapphire dragon fly. The absence of large slecvés'and the presence of many gleaming jewels were 'point$’fur the observer to duly note as “straws” fo next winter's fashions. ‘This is what Newport is for. Society there | formulates rumors, and fixes the decline of | the prevailing mode. ‘The great dress- kers of Paris understand all this perfact- ly, and watch with deepest interest what al is put on their designs by the leaders in this have-it-all millionaire ring. << At Luke George. | From the New York World. - Mattie—“Wasn’'t it too bad that just as Belle was going to break a record ehe | died?” Bertha—“Breaking what record?” Mattie—"She was the only summer girl at our resort who was actually getting ready to marry her fiance.” Bertha—“Ah, no wonder the strain killed her!" STORY WHICH WON! $5000 OFFERED BY WILL APPEAR/IN THIS SPICES THE OUR COLUMNS DAILY /STORY FROM BEGINNING SEP 7. IT IS ENTITLED THE TWINKLING Jee INISH. or aANEYE - PROF.BRANDER MATTHEWS. JOHN BROWN’S ARMORY Where the Famous Abolitionist Drilled His Men Before Going to Harper's Ferry. The Old Camping Ground at Spring- anle, Iowa, is Now Regarded as Sacred Soll, From the Indianapolis Journal. None of the histories of the John Brown raid at Harper's Ferry narrates the full details of that noted invasion for the Mb- eration of the slaves or the preliminary action leadirg up to that event. Much heretofore written melts into nothingness upon investigation, and many interesting and important circumstances have been omitted by the historiars. It was at the little village of Springdale, Cedar county, Iowa, that Brown's handful of men were drilled ard equipped for the bold invasion of Virginia in the autumn of 1859, by which act the whole nation was aroused to the highest pitch of excitement. After the conquest of Kansas was com- pléte and that territory recognized a free- soil state, Cept. John Brown and his little band of followers started east, stopping first at Tabor, Iowa, a settlement in the extreme southwest part of the state, peo- pled by a colony of Congregationalists from Oberlin, Ohio, all being strong abo- litionists in sympathy with Brown's efforts to free the negroes. In the early autumn of 1858 tke liberators came overland to Springdale, where the purpose was to sel] the teams, wagons and camp equipage, and with the cash proceeds leave for the east by rail. In this Brown was disappointed. The panic of 1857 was at its height and money being scarce the stuff brought but little on being put up at auction, leaving the men stranded with no means of getting away. Brown then determined to make the best of the opportunity and give his men a thorough military training. He according- ly settled down here for the fall, winter and spring. He established a military school in a building on Lhe Jonathan Maxon farm, two miles northeast of the village, employing Col. Hugh Forbes, an Itallo- American swordsman, as drill master to instruct the volunteers. Forbes was cor- respondent and translator for the New York Tribune, and soon resigned his mil- itary appointment, A. D. Stephens taking his place as drill master. Wooden broad- swords were used in drilling, their con- signment of arms having not yet arrived. ‘The rude weapons are yet in possession of the Maxon family, hanging in the house in which the men camped. ‘This old house, a graye! and plaster structure, erected in 1830, still stands just as it stood when the men left it in 1859, with nothing removed and nothing added, the owner zealously guarding and preserving the treasured relic. The graveled exterior is in a good state of prcservation, although standing exposed t> the elements for nearly sixty years, and the interior shows no indica- tions of decay. A Settlement of Quakers, * On the walls of the rooms, in rude let- ters, are carved the names of the men and boys in camp, who, a few wecks later, followed Brown to their deaths at Harper's Ferry. The house was heeted by an old- fashioned fireplace, and Mrs. Maxon cook- ed and carried the men’s meals to them. The drill ground was some distance from the house. Springdale, then as now, was a settlement of Quakers almost exclusive- ly. all of whom were uncompromising abolitionists. The place was one of the most Successful stations on cne of the best equipped “underground railways” in the country. A history of Jchn Brown among the Quakers during this period would form an interesting volume. Brown himself was not here all the time that winter, but directed every movement. Some of the time he was in the east gathering the news of war or what he termed et ting the sword” for the coming conflict. The men drilling here for the inva: were: Capt. John Brown, aged fifty-eight; Owen Brown, twenty ; Charles Moffit, thirt, c. P. Tidd, ve; Richard Robertson (colored), twenty-two; Richard Healf, twenty-three; L. F. wo; Willlam Leeman, ei Cook, twer ree; John twenty-three J. Hinton, AD: twenty-seven; Forbes, Stewart Taylor.twent B. Gill, twenty-four; Edwin ty-four; Batclay Coppoe, eighteen.’ There were twenty-two men all told, Gill, Tay- lor and the Coppoc boys being residents of Springdale. Some distance from the drill ground on the Maxon rarm stood a large cottonwood tree. At the foot of this tree Brown went every morning during his stay for a sea- son of prayer and devotion before. begin- ning the day’s duties. This stately and majestic tree still stands, with no signs of decay, and it is held in’ reverence by the old-time abolitionists and their descend- ants. Richard Realf and Henri Kagi were the leaders in Brown’s absence, both being young men of high education, polished manners and strong personality. Realf was a poet of no mean ability and a pic- turesque character generally. He delivered twenty-two; Hugh one; George ‘oppo, twen- several lectures to young people during the winter. A Mock Legislature. In the old school house a half mile west of Springdale, Realf and Kagi conducted a mock legislature, in which all of Brown's men took part, assisted by the residents. Kagi and Realf were skilled debaters, elo- quent far beyond their years. Kagi was correspondent for a New York paper, and a stenographer, while Realf wrote for numerous eastern papers. Parliamentary rules were diligently studied, and here it was that they formed the outline of the constitution of the provisional government adopted at Chatham, Canada, as_ the groundwork for a reorganized and freed nation. None of Brown’s men were mar- ri Though Brown’s men were in active training in Springdale about five months, ncne of the villagers suspected their in- tentions except a half dozen trusted pioneer residents to whom the old man dis- closed his plans. These were John H. Painter, Thomas James, Thomas Wynn, Dr. H. C. Gill, John Maxon and James Townsend, the latter and Gill being still living. A wagon sold by Brown at the auction salo was purchased by Gilbert Smith for a trifle. This vehicle was re- cently sold to Herbert Fairall of the Iowa City Republican, who donated it to the ate Historical Society, and it is now on ibition at the society's building at Iowa City. : ‘ When Brown first landed in Springdale ha drew up his horses in front of the tavern of James Townsend, a prominent Quaker, the house being known as“The Travelers’ Rest.” The broad-brimmed boniface silently watch- ei Brown dismount, and on request for a night's lodging, the Quaker drew a plece of chalk from his vest pocket, marked a large X on Brown's hat, anoth=r on hi a third on the saddle, after which } “Friend, thee is welcome here; as lung as thee pleases; to thee and thine every- thing is free.” The Final Tragedy. Early in May, 1859, Brown and his men left for Chatham, Canada, and Octoher 17 of the same year the blow was strack at Harper's Ferry that marked the beginning of the end of American slavery. All the men in training here were at Harper's Fer- ry, excépt Realf, who was called to Europe, ard Gill, who abandoned the company, Teylor and the Coppoc boys, the other Springdale liberators, joined Brown's men at Chambersburg, Pa. Kagi, Leeman, Tay- lor and two of the elder Brown's sons were killed. The elder Brown, Edwin Coppoc, Ccok and Stephens were captured, and the remainder missing. The fate of the Spring- dale boys was a great blow to the people of the place, especially te the old mother of the Coppoc boys, one of her sons being captured, the other missing. Taylor, the third Springdale boy, was shot to pleces while trying to escape by swimming the river. After the legal execution of Brown for treason and the conviction of Edwin Cop- poe and Cook for insurrection, Thomas Wynn, a wealthy Englishman of this place, went to Richmond and called on Governor Wise in behalf of the condemned Quaker bey. Wynn, who formerly resided in Phila- Gciphia, was acquainted with Virginia's governor, and received assurance from him that Coppoc’s sentence would be commuted to a life term. The next day a fiery article in a northern paper caused the governor to recall his promise to Wynn, and Cop oc was hanged. Wynn took Coppoc’s re- mains to New Garden, Ohio, for interment, but later the body was transferred to Salem. Ohio, where the colored people ere handsome monument over the grave. Springdale Quakers raised a monument fund, but the money was stolen by a dis- honest agent and never recovered. The Quakers Were Aroused. December 17, the day Edwin Coppoc per- ished on the scaffold, his brother, Marclay Coppoe, turned up at home. He was but a stripling of a boy, weighing at best scarce- ly 100 pounds. His return, after being sixty days a fugitive, skulking in the woods and mountains, pursued by bloodhounds and mere bloodthirsty humans, found him in a pitiable plight. To prevent his capture Ly the United States authorities close on his track, the villagers, in squads, guarded the Ceppoe house day and night. Notwith- standing the officers had a requisition on the governor for the lad, they could not take him, being too discreet to attempt it. The Quakers were thoroughly aroused, and to the last man would have laid down their lives in defense of the boy. The Virginia officer sought the services of the county sheriff to effect the capture, but that of- ficial burst no susvenders in his efforts to apprehend the lad. The sheriff took a good dinner at the “Travelers’ Rest,” chatted a while with friends, turned over a dry goods box or two, and returned .he warraat, say- ing Coppoc could not be found. Several other attempts were made to cap- ture the fugitive, but all were unsuccessful. ‘The southern minions of the } invariably wilted at the sight of the gleaming muskets and promptly retired. A year later the frantic southerners became so demonstra- tive that Coppoc was spirited away to Can- ada. The next year (18é!) he returned home and entered the Union army. Shortly there- after he was killed in the railway wreck at the Platte river bridge. which structure the confederates had weakened by sawing the timbers partially off. To the people of Springdale and the Quakers of the country generally the old camping ground of Brown ani his men is almost sacred soil. William Gray, the pres- ent owner of the farm, guards the premises zealcuriy, and the historic spot is the Mecca for hundreds of pilgrims each year, who come to see the hallowed soil that matured Hberty and freedom for the African race. Magazine writers without number have been to the scene and the premises have been photographed from every point of view for iltustrated articles. Mrs. Maxon, the kind- ly old lady who ministered to the wants of the little band of liberators, is still living, proud of her part in the cause of freedom nearly forty years ago. While “he public in general may regard the work of John Brown and his followers the mistaken acts of disordered minds, the little band will ever be cherished here as instruments of an all-wise Providence, patriots and martyrs, cuiminating in the national struggle that destroyed forever the institution of slavery on American soil — STRANGE AMERICAN CUSTOMS. Britisher Paid His Side Whisker Tax. From Hazper's Bazaar. “I have been in America but two day said the talkative foreigner, “but already I have become impressed with some of the strange customs of the country. “Indeed! What particular customs do you refer to?” 3 “Well, for one thing, I had not been ashore more than an hour when a spruce, official-locking man came up to me. He showed a silver badge of some sort and said he was a collector of the internal rev- He asked if I had paid my side- ker license yet. I told him that I Gidn’t know that side whiskers were taxed in America. He said they were, and that the tax was $4 per year. He added that I might consider myself lucky that he did not add 25 per cent for costs of collection, because it was my duty to report at city hall and pay the tax, without putting the nation to the expense of sending a collector after the mone: “You paid him, did you?” “Oh, yes; and I was quite glad that I did not wear a full beard. He said that the assessment on full beards was $10 per chin. Why do you have such odd taxes in America? Is it so very expensive to run a republican government?” “It costs quite a good deal. that your only experienc No, it wasn’t. About two hours later another man approached me, asked me if I had yet procured the government per- mit entitling me to wear trousers of such a wide stripe as those I had on, It was the same pair I'm wearing now. I asked what the blamed government would do if I re- fused to pay for such a permit. He re- plied that the fee for the permit was so excessively small that no one thought cf trying to evade payment. It was only $2, he said. The penaity was the confiscation of the trousers, and it would be his painful duty to take me to the nearest police sta- tion and take possession of my garments in the name of the United States govern- ment if I manifested any further hesi- taney about producing the $2. As I did not want a scene, I paid him the money and he left.” “You would have done well to let him take you to a police station.” “Why?” “You could have told your story, and he would have been locked up on a charge of swindling.” “Do you mean to say that he was not an official of the government?” “Thats what I mean.” “But he said he was.” “I'm afraid he didn’t speak the truth.” ‘But how about the other?” ‘He was a fraud, too.” “But he showed me his badge.” “That cuts no ice.” “I beg pardon! It doesn’t do what?” “I said it cut no ice. I mean that was of no significance. Thieves can get badges when they deem it necessary to use them in their business.” “But who are the real officers who issue permits to wear striped trousers, and who receive the tax on side whiskers?” “There are no such officers,” “And no such taxes?” “No.” ‘Then, they both lied?” Tes “Well, I never would have thought it. Do you suppose that others will try to do me up in this way?” “It would not surprise me in the least. “Allow me to thank you for putting me on my guard, sir. I pay no more taxes, ex- cept at the city hall. Good day, sir. How the But was A CRIMEAN GUN DUEL. Russians Were Chivairous Enough to Admit Their Gun’s Defeat. From the “Crimean War.” While the flag of truce was flying a Rus- sian officer of artillery went up to ask Sir Richard Airey if General Dacres, com- manding the English artillery, was on the ground. On Sir Richard answering in the negative the officer said: “Your sixty-eight- pounder gun that your people call Jenny is a beautiful gun, but we think we have one as gocd in that embrasure,” pointing up to the mamelon, “and we wouid like to have a fair duel with her.” Airey took up the challenge at once, and everything was arranged for 12 o'clock noon next day. When the time arrived all the batteries on both sides ceased firing. A large number of officers, French and English, were as- sembled at our lookout station, behind the twenty-one-gun battery. to look on. Our sailors’ gun detachment mounted on their parapets and took off their hats, sa- luting the ns. The Russians return- ed the compliment. The English gun was given the first shot as the senior gun; it struck the side of the Russian embrasure. Then they fired—a very good The third shot from Jenny through the Russian embrasu went two gabfons. The blue jackets jump- ed up on their parapet and cheered, think- ing they had beaten their opponents. Not a bit! A minute afterward’ down went the gabions and out came the Russian gun again. Several more shots were fired from both sides, all yery good ones, Jenny got a nasty thump, but it did her no harm. At length, I think the seventh shot from our side, we saw the Russian gun knocked clean over. Our fellows cheered vocifer- ously and the Russians mounted their _par- apet and took off their hats in acknowledg- ment of their defeat. All the batteries then opened again. Thus ended the great gun duel. . Don’t be Foolish and take some other sbrand of condensed it is ag : "EAGLE BRAND It Has No Equal ~ THE LOST UMBRELLA. This Thing Never Happened, Course, to You or Me. From the Chicago Tribune. She was young and pretty, with a baby mouth and a white forehead which mod- estly retreated under her wavy hair. She Was evidently near her stopping place, for she had turned in her seat and was watching for it. At last she turned and took up the umbrella which was propped &gainst the seat. As her eye fell on it a change passed over her face. Why, this isn’t my umbrella!” gasped. The other passengers became interested at once, “The woman who sat next to you got out a block or two back,” said the man with the vociferous tie. “She had an um- brella.” “Why, she must have taken mine and left her own old one behind. Conductor, I think it very odd that you failed to no- tice it. It was a lovely silk one, with a twisted silver handle. and I only got it at Christmas. “Very sorry, ma'am,” said the conduc. usually carry their own 1 2, and I”—-— “It is a high handed outrage,” sald the old gentleman in the silk hat, “and fi is seed aa that ey Street car companies n 00 good to os Y ee be in collusion with “I know a lady who is sure that her pocket was picked in one of these very id the she ‘ou should notify ai old gentleman. just shall. Stop at Fe p at the next corner, “And here Is my card in case you should require a witness,” suid the old gentle- man. e thief was doubtless the wo- man who’ “I didn’t like the looks of her wher she first got in,” the old-fashioned wrap. The victim arose to go, opinion of the thief, the conductor and the car company as she did so, “Hadn't you better take this umbrella yee anyhow, ma'am?” said the conduc+ “The idea! Why, I wouldn’t be seen cars rying such an old thing. No, the street car company is weleome to that one also,” and she laughed hysterically as she step- Ped trom the car. the police at once, a bit said the woman in expressing her “Let me see,” she sald as she stood on the crossing. “Il wonder which way I ought to go to reach the police ion. As she stood undecided se was greeted by a friend. “Oh, Katle,” she cried, lovel y new umbrella!” “You have done nothing of the kind,” replied Katle crossly, “You left it in my: room, as usual, when you were there an hour ago.” “But-what umbrella was”——- “And what I want tc know is, the umbrella that you took by mistake from the rack in the hall as you went It belonged to the new board ar, a maid from St. Louis. She said ‘she been warr “I have lost my old had ‘ d about those boarding house thieves before she came, and I could only prevent her giving the police a description of you by coming right after the umbrel- la. But where is it?” “Oh, Katie, what shall I do? I told the conductor that I wouldn't carry the ojd thing. It is in that car. And she pointed to it, a mere speck on the rails. The raindrops pattered softly down on her lovely new bonnet. eee at Glass Made to Resemble Wood. From the Albany State, A patent has becn tak@n out for a sins gular but ingenious process for making | Siess veneers. The invention relates pris marily to the production of ornamenta} vhich may be either semi-transpar ent or opaque, and is made to represent highly polished wool of any description, When used for veneering, it is particularly adapted for vestibule and other doors, the exterior of the glass having the appear arce of polished wood, while in’ the interior of the house it shows semi-transparent The process by which this material is prot duced is to cloud a sheet of ground or plain giass on one side with’a ligiid dye of the proper color to represent any desired wood. ‘The dye is applied by means of a sponze, which Is so manipulated as 10 bring out the semblance of the grain“of ‘the wood spon the surface’ of the glass. A badger brush is used to soften the shading. The glass is then covered with photographer's varnish, This leaves tbe grain clear and fast, with- out the necessity of using any gelatinous substance, which would-sendef#4t liable ta crack and spoil the effect. To complete the operation, the glass is slighfly heated, and the various shades required for the partica- lar wood to be imitated gre gauged to flow over it by means of a syringe. The merg- ing of the shadings into each other is pre- vented by the heating~of ‘the glass. The whole is made semi-transparent by the ap- plication of another coat of photographers’ vernish, which preserves and protects the dyes. The exterior surface then presents the appearance of a finely polished, solid wood finish. ——-——-ree. In the By and By. From the Cleveland Plain Dealer. Great Chicagoan—“Mr. Secretary, write out and publish a call for a meeting of the prize winners of the late world’s Columbian exposition” Secretary—“I just read of the death of the lk survivor, sir, at the age of one hundred and seventy-eight.” “Dead? Good gracious, and we have the medals almost ready. A LOSS OF $80,000,000!!! 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