Evening Star Newspaper, November 15, 1895, Page 14

THE EVENING STAR, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1895—SIXTEEN PAGES. Below appears the final chapter of the re- markably interesting mystery story, “When the War Was Over.” In it all of the mys- absolutely correct solution of “When the War Was Over,” as it is disclosed in the final chapter of the story. If two or more complete and absolutely correct solutions ces and the relations of | are reccived the $500 in gold will be divided the characters to one another, which so | equally. puzzled the reader while the story was run- ning in The Star, are clearly explained. ‘Those who formed their own conciusions as to how the story would end, and they num- ber many thousands, will now have an op- portunity of comparing their conclusions with the author's solution of the mystery, and can see how near they have come to being prize winners. The work of sorting and examining the thousands of guesses which were received is being pushed as rapidly as possible. The number is s9 large and the points of compe- tition so varied that the task is enormous, but as soon as possibie the final award or awards will be made by the judges accord- ing to published conditions, and published in ‘The Star. The Star's Grent Offer. 1. The Evening Star will pay $500 in gold to the reader from whom it received by mail at the publication office, Pennsylvania avenue and 11th street, the complete and 2. Should The Star fail to have received a solution that is complete and absolutely correct in all its details, the $500 in gold will be allotted to the twenty-nine readers whose explanations shall come nearest to the true solution of the mystery according to their percentage of merit, and the money will be divided as follows: 1st Prize 2d Prize. 3d Prize. 4th Prize 25 Prizes of $10 cach. 29 Prizes; aggregating The first prize of $100 will be paid for the explanation which comes nearest to the true solution; the second prize of $75 to the person serding the explanation next near- est, and so on, for the third and fourth prizes. The remaining twenty-five prizes of $10 each will be awarded to the persons sending the twenty-five explanations next nearest to the fourth prize, as the judges may determine their merit. No condition of subscription to The Star was Imposed, but the contest was open to wemen readers only. CONCLUSION. ° CHAPTER XXX—TiIE PRESIDENT So like a cat did the black man move that neither Mrs. Warren nor Bisie were aware of his presence until he was passing them on the way to the bed. Elsie screamed and Mrs. Warren sprang to her feet and tried to lay hold of Wanga’s arm. He shook her off and grasped at Dutton’s throat, seizing the scapular and wrenching it away. The band broke and he turned with it in his hand as Mrs. Warren cried: “Do not profane the dead! ’Tis the sign of his faith Dutton was not dead. The violence with which his head had been pulled forward aroused him. His eyes opened and rested on Wanga. It was but an instant. Mrs. Warren was even on the point of reaching to Wanga’s upraised hand to take, if she could, the sacred emblem from him, when a terrific Teport shook the house, and the black man tumbled backward, the scapular dropping from his hand with a sharp rap as it struck the flocr. Dutton with a supreme effort had sum- moned all his waning forces and shot Wan- ga with the ancient pistol that Will had found for him. Mr. Warren and Will had rvshed from the gate the instant they heard Elsle scream. As they entered the spare room Dutton was sinking back upon the pillows, pointing feebly to the scapular and gasp- ing: “The President! It's yours, Elsie.”” Mr. Warren's first thought was for the black man. He feared lest being slightly wounded he might yet commit irreparable mischief; but Wanga's evil course was at an end. The charge of buck shot with which the pistol had Leen loaded had passed through his heart. Mrs. Warren had gone to Dutton whose head had fallen forward on his breast. She raised it tenderly, and lutton’s eyes were open, but there Was no light of life in them. Will had taken up Elsie and carried her past the tottering gran’pa into the sitting Toom. She was hysterical, and it was well for her that she could sob her nerves to rest in his arms. “Tt is the end, Nicholas,” said Mrs. War- ren, turning to her husband with a ghastly white face. “Yes,” he answered, ‘the end,” and he sighed profoundly. He stooped over and picked up the scapular. Mrs. Warren burst into tears at the sight of it. “How shamefully thoughtless!” she sob- bed, “I didn’t remember today when the doctor said that there was no hope, to send for the priest. Poor Freemaa! I ought to have been more considerate.” Mr. Warren had the scapular clenched tight in his fist. “I don’t believe,” he whispered slowly, hat Dutton wanted a priest. I don’t think 80."" Why, Nicholas, why?” emblem,” and he held up the supposed pular and began to pick it to pieces. Mrs. Warren would have protested still, but before she could speak her husband had pulled away the cloth from a large diamond, one end of which had been ex- perimentally cut. Its facets flashed and sparkled in the lamp light and everybody exclaimed in astonishment. “That's worth a big fortune,” sald the doctor, bending over it, “and that’s what he willed to Hisie. Well, well!” terres herself went to her father to look at it. “That for me,” she exclaimed. Why! I never could wear such a beautiful gem!” The doctor laughed quietly. “I wouldn’t advise you to,” he said, ‘“al- though I understand that the four men who claimed ownership to it are all where they couldn’t give you any trouble about it. No, my dear, if you want a diamond, have the cutters give you a chip from it when they finish the stone, and then sell the President and buy Granite, buy the whole county if you want to.” “Is it reaily so valuable?” asked Will. “I wouldn't pretend to estimate it,” re plied the doctor, “but it’s a big thing.” Mr. Warrer handed the diamond to his daughter, but she drew back with a little shudder. ‘Take it, my girl,” he said. “I know the story of its discovery and disputed owner- ship. There may have been dark points in connection with the tragedies of which we have been a part, but nothing Is surer in the world than your right to that stone, and in your hands I have no doubt it will cease to be a source of evil.”” So Elsie took the President, wondering what she ought to do with it, and how she could find a purchaser for it. Will was very silent. The pessibilities of his future stunned him. The villagers began to straggle home presently. Of course, they stopped at Mr. Warren’s and heard the news. By common consent no one in the household mentioned the President that night. The neighbors were well satisfied that the dangerous black man was dead, and that the strange crew of diamond hunters that had come into the peaceful wilderness had perished one by one at each other's hands, for it might be said that Golding’s death was effected by Dutton, who incited the pursuit that ended in his steamer fouling a water-logged wreck off the Jersey coast. The body of Wanga was taken away by some of the neighbor while that of Dutton was left at Mrs. War- ren’s request. A few days after the funeral Gran’pa Kirk, who had been moody and silent from the time of the tragedy, called to Will to come to him where he sat under the tree in the orchard. Will went over, supposing that the old man wanted some trifling er- rand done. “Billy,” croaked the old man, with a queer smile, “I’ve been thinking a long time about something, and I’ve made up my mind that it is a joke after all, and I'm going to tell you.” “Well, gran’pa, what Is it?” asked Will. t’s about this man Dutton,” chuckled the old gentleman. “I remember as well as if it was yesterday when he married my ‘There was the sound of a horse galloping | daughter Martha.” gions the road. It stopped in front of the ouse. “It's Dr. Nason,” said Mr. Warren, “per- haps he knows. We'll ask him.” “What!” cried Will, aghast. “Yes, he and Martha were lovers before the war, and I didn’t think much of him. I was glad when he enlisted. But what do Dr. Nason walked quickly into the room} you think! On the very morning of the , and stopped short at the tragic spectacle be- time he was to march away, they were ‘ore him. Then, without a word, he knelt by | married. The fun of it was that I hap- Vanga for a moment, went from him to the | pened along just at the conclusion of the bed, and after a brief inspection, said: ceremony and took Martha home, while “There is nothing for me to do here, my | Dutton pranced off to his regiment and we friends. your daughter?” The daughter was not exactly In need of her mother’s comfort at the moment, but it Mrs. Warren, why don’t you go to | never saw him again. When the war was over along came Nick Warren, a likely fel- low, who'd been a soldier. Martha had been faithful to Dutton’s memory, but ‘twas seemed to the doctor as if Mrs. Warren | years afterward, and finally she fell in love ought to find some outlet for her emotions in | with Nick and married him.” caring for the living rather than remaining in that grewsome chamber of horrors. Will knew not what to say. A vague ap- preciation of Mrs. Warren’s situation “Is Dutton dead?” asked Gran’pa Kirk, who had dropped into a chair near the door. “Yes, father,” answered Mr. Warren, hel; ing him to rise and leading him to the sit- ting room. lowed. Mrs. Warren and the doctor fol- son,"’ asked Mrs. Warren, “‘is there ‘athotice dead? Should we send for Father ¢ smiled faintly. not a Catholic,” he said. “Father Reardon told me something about t at the time your husband was in trou- le. It was probably fortunate for Nick that Dutton was not of that falth, other- wise Father Reardon might have felt con- @trained by the obligations of his sacred ealling to hold as an inviolate secret what Dutton told him on the day when we sup- poses he was making his confession. As it was he went straight to Judg2 Drew With hts information, or enough of it at @jl events to give the judge a better view of the situation than you yourselves had.” “Then Freeman told the secret of his life to Father Reardon and the father told the judge?’ asked Mrs. Warren. “Secret? No, not that I know of. He told how Wanga and his partner attacked him, how Warren was innocent and he gave him a story about the diamonds. That was all, except that he begged the riest to do what he could to save Warren. ‘he trouble with Dutton was that, in his ‘way, he was as diamond crazy as the oth- ers, and he wouldn't give away the hiding place of his jewels. That was the only oe I guess, and that he kept to him- welr.” “But the sacred emblem, the scapular?” fmsisted Mrs. Warren, still in doubt. “Didn't you hear him say ‘the Presi- @ent’?”” asked Mr. Warren; ‘here's the dawned upon him. again, “The best fun of it all was that ’twan’t a@ marriage at all,” he continued. “The fel- low who performed the ceremony was a fraud. He had no authority to tie the knot, but neither Dutton nor Martha knew it. They don’t know it now, so I s’pose I'll have to tell ‘em when Dutton gets well. I suppose Martha thinks she’s married to two men at once. You see, I let her think she was married all through the war, so’s ‘twould be a lesson to her, and when we heard Dutton was dead I didn’t care to say anything about it. Guess I'll have to now, but ‘tother night when I found Dutton in the house and saw how they was keeping me in the dark, I jist got my dander up and I played it on ‘em. I pretended how shocked I was at seeing him, and I guess Martha was pretty scared for fear I'd tell. Guess she’s suffered enough, and soon as Dutton gets well enough to go, I'll tell her all about it.”” Will, of course, promptly told Mr. Warren of gran’pa’s rambling story. The old sol- dier was profoundly affected. He question- ed gran'pa sharply about the supposed marriage, and found that his memory was true to the slightest detail of thirty-five years ago, while it was so impaired by age now that he had forgotton the circum- stance of Dutton’s end the week before. “We took the marriage seriously,” said Mr. Warren to Will; “fact ts, I had prom- ised Dutton when I supposed him dying on the battlefield, to hunt up his sweetheart and take a message to her from him. [ fell in love with her and after a long courtship, won her. When Dutton suddenly appeared as from the grave, I was so startied that without thinking I leveled my rifle at him. You can understand how we felt, and how “% complicated all we did or tried to do. ‘The old man chuckled Martha's thought, of course, was for Elsie. Well, we must investigate.” The investigation, quickly made, cor- roborated gran’pa’s story in every particu- lar. Martha Kirk had never been Mrs. Dut- ton, though she had passed under that name for several years. Incidentally to the inves- tigation it was learned that Dutton had started, after the war, to return north, and had been cast away in a shipwreck, rescued, in company with Golding, and carried to Australia. He may have felt then that he would dig a fortune from the gold mines be- Yore returning to his wife, or his affection may have cooled; no one knows. The President is in New York in the hands of a reputable firm of diamond dealers. Sev- eral hundred dollars were found in Dutton’s handbag, which, by the terms of his concise will, belonged to Elsie. A part of it was used by Mr. Warren and Will in going. to New York, where they offered the diamond for sale. The stone created a sensation, but no dealer would make an offer. It was simply worth too much. For a time it lcoked as if Elsie’s fortune would be a white elephant on her hands, but there are pros- pects now that she will realize on it. “Diamonds lite this, don’t you know.” said the dealers, ‘‘can be bought only by kings or people of the most extraordinary wealth. A dealer can’t afford such a luxury. The one way to do is to leave it with somebody to be sold on commission. The dealer will then make known its existence to the great people of the world, and before long it will be disposed of at something like its value.” Such an arrangement, therefore, was made, the firm selected not only volunteer- ing bonds for the safety of the diamond, but advancing several thousand dollars on it as a guaranty of good faith. Out of this money Elsie is paying for the erection of the house she and Will are to occupy when they are married next December. Meantime the diamond has been quietly advertised, and a prince of Bohemia has sent his grand chamberlain across the sea to look at it. It is said, too, that one of the Rothschilds has seen it, and has quietly made an offer that will be accepted, if the prince's purse doesn’t prove to be too long. (The end.) AFTER MANY YEARS. Good Luck of a Michigan Soldier on His Trip to Louisville. From the Detroit Journal. Comrade Perrine of Petoskey was a sol- dier in the fourth Michigan cavalry, and drew his first saber, with other accouter- ments, at Detroit. He cut his name on the inside of the belt immediately on drawing it. Months after, at Munfordville, Ky., he went out, with three others, to forage for chickens, but various raiders had cleaned out the roosts, and at last they had to con- tent themselves with a fat sheep, which Perrine was to carry to camp on his norse. The animal's legs were strapped, and then it was trussed up to the pommel of his sad- dle with straps. They rode merrily toward camp, until, on passing some timber, out of which a side road issued, a squad of Mor- gan’s men fired on them and set up a chas There was only one thing to do, and t was to “git,” and they got, under whip and spur. The other three foragers rapidly pul ed away from poor Perrine, as the heavy sheep made his horse run lopsided, and the Johnnies were gaining on him fast and shooting from the rear. : Perrine made up his mind that he didnt like mutton, anyhow, and, getting out his jJackknife, he made ‘a pass at the strap which held the sheep to the pommel. Now, he had strung his saber to the pommel also, only on the other side, and when he slashed the strap it was the sling strap of the sabre he struck, and down went the weapon with a clatter. The next cut, however, ait the right one, and down tumbled the sheep. He was galloping up a slope covered by timber, and just after he had unloaded his saber and sheep a line of men in blue rode out of the timber and opened fire on his pursuers, but Perrine didn’t stop until safe in camp. He learned, however, that his rescuers were a part of the fourth Kentucky cava That's the part of the story which aates back thirty-three years. On the day Perrine was to start back home from Louisville, week before he was saun ‘ing along a street leading to the 10th street station. He was weari ns the badge of the foirth Michigan over his heart, and presently came to a man leaning over a gate. The stranger noticed the badge and hailed him, saying: ‘Hello, comrade, you belonged to the fourth Michigan cav- alry, didn’t you?” es, I did,” answered Perrine. “Well,” continued the stranger, “my neighbor has a saber that belonged to a fellow in your regiment. The name is cut in the inside of the belt, and is L. B. Perrine, and if my neighbor could find him he would send the saber to him.” ‘To make a short story of it, explanations followed, the neighbor was hunted up and Mr. Perrine proved his identity and brought home with him the identical weapon which he had lost so many years ago. ‘The men belonged to the fourth Kentacky, and when they had stopped Morgan’s men and sent them whirling down the hill, they picked up the saber, while the comrades gathered in the mutton. Perrine hasn’t got done won- dering how it happened that out of 60,000 soldiers in Louisville he should have been picked out by a stranger as the prover pe son to supply information about himself. — NOT SO EASY AS IT LOOKS. A Little Problem Which Caused Mr. Groves to Waste Considerable Time. Frem the Chicago Record. “Are you good at figures?’ asked Mr. Bentley of Mr. Groves, who occupied the next desk at the right. “I used to be,” replied Mr. Groves. “Why do you ask?” “I have a little problem here. Take it down and see what you can do with it. ‘A man has $100 with which to buy 100 head of stock. He pays $10 a head for cattle, $3 a head for hogs, and 50 cents a head for sheep. How many of each does he buy? ” “Do you know the answer?” “Yer it’s very simple when you get it.” “I think it can be worked by algebra. I'm a little rusty, but I'll see what I can do.” Bentley turned to his routine of desk work and Groves started in to solve the problem. In about a half hour, having covered several pages of paper with’ x, y and z calculations, he asked suddenly: “Is there any way to make it come out even?” “Make what come out even?” asked Bent- ley, who had forgotten all about the prob- lem. “So you're still working at that, are you? Can't you get it?” “No, not yet; but it can be worked.” All morning’ Groves struggled with the live stock and at noon he was mad and dis- couraged. “What's the answer, anyway?” he asked. “I'll show you,” said Bentley, and -he mark- ed down: 5 cattle at $10. $50 1 hog at $3 3 94 sheep at 50 cents. aT 100 $100 “How did you work it?” asked Groves. “I didn’t work it. A fellow told me the answer.” “What made you give it to me, then?” “I theught you might be able to guess it.” “Well,” said Mr. Groves, “you keep your fool problems to yourself.” ae Earliest Picture of Lincoin. Joseph F. Brown in the Indianapolis New: The picture of Mr. Lincoln in Thursday's News is an excellent likeness of our great protomartyr as I distinctly remember him at the meeting of the Thirtieth Congress, in December, 1847, nearly forty-eight years ago. He was then in the thirty-ninth year of his age, a member of the House of Representatives from Illinois, and the only whig in the delegation. I was an as- sistant clerk at the clerk's desk in the old hall. During the whole Congress Mr. Lin- coln was very regular in his attendance and rarely missed a roll call. He was a member of the committee on post offices and post roads, and also on the expendi- tures in the War Department. I saw him almest every legislative day during that Congress, ending March 4, 1819, and I would have readily recognized the copy from the daguerreotype had there been no name to it. I did not see Mr. Lincoln after the final adjournment until in February, 1861, on his arrival in Washington as the President- elect. During these twelve years he had changed very much in his personal appea ance, and, although only fifty-two ye old, he looked older and careworn, and for the next four years he illustrated the true remark of Lord Lytton, that “nothing ages like care; and when I helped to carry him across 10th street, from Ford’s Theater to the house of Mr. Peterson, the German tailor, on the sorrowful night of his assas- sination, April 13, 1865, he looked like a man sixty-five years old, although not fifty- six. The terrible responsibilities of his great office were visibly telling upon his health and personal appearance more and more every day, but, courteous like, he had determined, if demanded, to be a willing victim, and, verily, he has his great re- ward, THEY ALE JELL LIES Big Ones Told at ‘Kaother Session of the Axanias Club, IMAGINATION RUNS RIOT WHERE Strange Experientes and Still Stranger Freaks of Nature. Icy fo GUESTS ALSO TAKE A HAND The Ananias Club met in regular session last night, a full membership being pres- ent. ‘The president announced that the re- latiors of previous stories had shown too great a tendency to self-glorification upon the part of the tellers as to deeds of bravery and daring by which they had won credit. The stories of the evening, he said, must therefore be devoted to natural phe- nemena. John Brcadhead, a visitor from the Chicago beard of trade, was recognized as a member of a fraternal society to the Ananias Club, and was invited to enter- tain the members with a story. “Well,” said he, “I am not a story teller, but upon the subject of this evening I may be able to impart some information con- curring the northwest. The firm of which I am a member owns a large wheat farm in Manitoba. It is a fine wheat section, but the climate is too variable to suit me. My farm fs thirty miles north of Winnipeg, and by the time wheat ripens there is fre- quently a cold wave that freezes not only the wheat, but turns all of the whisky into fce, whick inakes it impossible to induce men to work in the field, stimulants being a necessity there. Last fall I went to the farm, and, having nothing to do but watch the men, I whiled awey the time with a harmenicon, upon which I am somewhat of an expert. The men had climbed the wkeat stalks and were picking the grain, while I played some well-known tunes. Suddenly a blizzard struck us—the men fell to the ground, and, piling them into wagons, I covered them with ice in order to thaw out the frozen places, and got them to the house. I had warmed myself up by blowing the harmonicon, and kept it up, but it made no sound, the air being frozen too tightly for there to be any vi- bration. The blizzard lasted for three weeks, but one morning the sun came out, and I started down the road I had travers- ed from the wheat field to go to town and take a train for Chicago. After I had gone about a mile I heard strains of music, but could see no one playing. It seemed all arcund me, and the tunes were those I bad tried to play when caught in the bliz- zurd. The strains continued until I reach- ed the point where we had started from, and then I realized that the air was thaw- irg, and the notes that had frozen into the atmespkere were being liberated.” A Lightning Trick in Kentucky. A vote of thanks was tendered the visitor and a general invitation extended to the Chicago board of trade for its members to make the club headquarters while in Wash- ington. Mr. John Wilcox of Kentucky, who was elected a membey at the last meeting, being called upon,;told a modes pathetic incident from the blue grass “I feel somewhat difident,” he said, am not used to telling my experiences. I had thought to describe my sensations upon one occasion when I got between two angry bulls, and they threw me from one to the other, each catching me on its horns, until I finally alighted on the back of one, thus saving my life, but adventures are barred by the president. I know one case of nat- ural phenomena, however, which may be of interest. Kentucky is occasionally visite? by lightning, electric, as well as political have always made a study of the subject of electricity, and especially of electric pho- tography, which may make this story more interesting to me than to others. A friend of mine started to ride from Barboursville, which {s the county seat of Knox county, to Pineville, in Bell county, a distance of about forty miles the way he traveled. When about half way between the two places a storm came up. The country is but sparsely populated, and there were no build- ings of any kind in which he could take refuge, so, stopping his horse under a tree, and tying the animal, he concluded to wait until the storm was over. It was a fearful storm, and the tree would not shelter horse and man, so my friend ran to another large tree, where he could, watch the horse. The wind blew, the lightning flashed, and the thunder roared. It seemed as if the moun- tains were falling down. Suddenly a jagged streak of lightning ran down the tree ur.der which stood the horse and struck the ani- mal, killing him instantly. My friend was watching and naturally felt greatly terrified. Soon after the killing of the horse the storm ceased as suddenly as it had started, and my friend had to walk the remaining distance to Pineville. When he reached the town everybody stared at him, then followed him, until the little mountain hotel was full of curious people, anxious to get a look at bim. Greatly annoyed, he went to his room and looked in the mirror. There upon the pupil of each eye was a well-defined picture of his horse, with a saddle on, just as It was when the lightning struck it.’ That was two years ago, and the photographs are plain yet, my friend wearing glasses to hide them, although his sight is perfectly good.” A Strange Reconciliation. “The strangest thing I ever knew in na- ture,” said Albert Senter, “was in Texas. The town of Cisco at the junction of the Denver and Rio Grande and the Texas Pa- cific railroads is right in the cyclone dis- trict. Eastland, the county seat, is twelve miles east of Cisco and not so large a place. Between the trio is a creek, in which the water is not deep. There lived in Cisco a couple who could never get along, and the wife finally left her husband and went to live with her parents on the outskirts of Eastland. They had not seen each other icr nearly three years, when one day the little city of Cisco was almost entirely destroyed by a cyclone. The man at the time was sit- ting on his porch; and the wind picked him up, carried him ‘out on the prairie, then rolled him along, until he seached the creek, when he stuck in the mud. That night an- other cyclone came from the other direction and struck the house where the wife lived. It was not so severe, and after blowing away a few houses, passed out on the prairie. Among the residences destroyed was that of the wife. She started to run and the wind blew so hard that she could not stop until she, too, stuck in the mud of the creek within ten feet from her husband. He suc- ceeded in extricating himself first, and, see- ing some one else In trouble, although hav- ing no idea as to who she was, helped his wife out. Then, for the first time in years, they spoke to each other, and the result of the wind blowing them into the same hole from opposite directions was a reconcilia- tion, and they ar® Hving together now. I have known cyclones. to do many queer things, but that Is.theenly instance of two combining to unity a family.” ee LIQUOR SELEING' IN ENGLAND. Rigorous Enforeemdnt of the Law— The License Fee. London Correspondence New. York Times. What primarily ‘astotinds and puzzles the Londoner about the Néw York situation fs that the fact of an excise law being en- forced attracts attention and is considered something remarkable. This part of the thing Is incomprehensible. The public house and the publican here seem to be about as numerous as thé saloon and the saloon keepers are in New York. I have no sta- tistics, but from appearances there is no appreciable difference. The variations in character are the same, ranging from the swagger bars of the Criterion and Gaiety down to the most squalid pot houses in the slums, ‘The business hers, however, is pitched on a lower key. The most fashion- able bars in the West End are ridiculously tawdry and cheap affairs by comparison with those of the same grade uptown in New York. On the tick of the clock this whole enor- mous traffic stops as by magic. The closing hour in London for the first five week days is 12:30 a.m. Qn Saturday nights it is midnight. The Suaday rules are, like so much else in the {local life of England, based on ecclesiastical arrangements. The theory is that there would be something in- decorous in having churches and public houses open at the same t!me. Accordingly the bars may not open at ail that day until 1 p.m., by which hour everybody has con- \leatheF to anything else. structively been to and returned from morning service. The bars close again from 3 till 6 p.m., which covers the presumptive period of evens@hg, which is the Anglican for vespers. From 6 p.m. until 11 is the re- maining open time. It is possible for res- taurants, upon some exceptional occasion, such as a big dinner, to obtain permission to keep open an hour, or, more often, half an hour, later at night. It should be ex- plained, ‘too, that it is possible to obtain a six days’ licerse, which does not permit Sunday opening at all, at a fee one-seventh less than the full license. The point is that these rules are abso- lutely obeyed. A policeman walks along his beat at the hour to take cognizance of the fact that it has been done, not to secure its performance. The idea of evading it is never mooted. If it is a busy bar the pub- lican ceases selling drinks a few minutes beforehand, and the waiters warn custom- ers to get out. Lights begin to be turned out and shutters put up. If there are drunken youngsters who make a fuss the landlord expostulates with them. If that does not suffice the potmen throw them out. At any cost of harshness or more summary measures the place must be wholly cleared and wholly closed before the stroke of the sacred hour. The license to sell only beer on the premises costs $17.50, no matter what the size of the place. For an additional $2.50 the privilege of retailing wine can also be secured, and this isthe license under which small restaurants and Italian and German eating houses ordinarily work, they send- ing out for spirits when the customer or- ders them and taking the money in ad- vance, so as to avoid the suggestion of themselves being involved. The regular publicans’ license, including spirits and everything else, starts at a minimum of $22.50, where the annual value of the prem- ises is under $50. Between that and $15 the license fee is $30. Thence, by regular steps, it rises to the maximum, which is.a vaiua~ tion exceeding $3,500, and for this the high- est Ucense fee—$300—1s paid. The excep- tions are that hotels and theaters never have to pay more than $100, or restaurants, eee) accept certain conditions, more than ————-+e+_____ CONCERNING RAZORS. Certain Facts About Them Frankly Contided by the Barber. From the New York Sun. It was a rainy day and the barber was in @ talkative mood. He opened the conversa- tion by apologizing for his razor, which scemed to pull. The customer replied, phil- osophically, that, as he usually shaved him- self, he was used to a dull razor. That was enough for the barber, and he went on to unfold the art and mystery of managing a razor, Some of his customers had occasional fits of economy and undertook to shave them- selves, They usually came to him for a razor. As for himself, he never paid more than $1 for a razor, and he as often as not got the kind of a razor he wanted for halt a dollar. He found it impossible to be sure of a good razor from its price or from the name of the maker. What he did was to test the razur before buying, usualiy with his thumb nail. If the blade gave the prop- er sort of ring, an indefinable thing, indeed, he usually expected it to turn out a good articie. He was sometimes disappointed in this, for the ring was not always to be de- pended upon. It sometimes happened that @ razor turned out by a manufacturer of no great fame proved to be of excellent quality. When his patrons came to him for razors and announced their intention to economize in the matter of shaving, he always wel- comed them and cheerfully picked out a razor. He made no concealment of the fact that he charged them $2 for a razor that ccst him $1. He believed it fair cnough, and so did they. His knowledge and ex- perience were worth something, and a dol- lar razor that he guaranteed was certa‘nly worth §2 to the ordinary uninformed per- son. The great advantae that his custom ers found in paying him $2 for a one-dollar razor was that, whereas the razor they bought from a manufacturer or dealer would not be taken back, he himself would always take back a razor not ss actory to the customer, Besides, the razor that cost him $1 would cost the customer at least $1.50. Then, too, the dollar razor must al- ways be put in order, and his charge for putting a razor in good condition wis twen- ty-five cents, so that all things considered. the guaranteed $1 razor at $2 was a good enough bargain for the customer. The barber lost little or nothing Ly his customers’ little fits of economy, for, be- tween selling new razors and putting old ones in order, he got a good deal out of such customers in the course of a year. Nine men out of ten are quite incapable of keeping their own razors in order. Indeed. nine men out of ten should never attempt to strop a razor, for they usually make it worse rather than better. The simplest thing was to shave with a razer so long as it shaved well, and then, without trying to improve it, let the barber strop it a little when the customer needs to have his hair cut. The charge for this is a trifle or no! ing, and the razor is not spoiled by aw ward stropping. Every amateur should have = piece of chamois skin to keep his razor ry. The layman, so to speak, should never at- tempt to hone his razor. That is a thing for the professional. As to hones, the bar- ber kept several kinds. What he liked best was petrified wood. He showed such a hone. It cost him $10. It was smooth and hard and beautifully close-grained, so that no razor was injured when honed upon it by a skillful barber. Then the next was the oil stone. That was well enough, but it was likely to contain bits of sand that would ruin a razer, and was, perhaps, the most dangerous hone for an amateur. After all, the best thing was a strip of plate glass slightly ground upon the upper surface. That the barber habitually used, and found it excellent. Wisdom must be exercised in the choice of the glass, however, and he was not ready to recommend the plate-glass hene to every amateur. As to streps, the barber preferred Russia It is rather diffi- cult to get the right thing in Russia leath- er, and the amateur would not find it just what he wanted unless he knew how to treat it. The barber himself smoothed his Russia leather to a hard, glossy surface with pumice stone and whetting. The re- sult was a perfectly smooth, adhesive stroo. Some folks like the canvas strop. The bar- ber, for his part, did not. It, too, is the better for the treatment that will give it a smooth, glassy surface. The customer absorbed all this wisdom with interest and hope of profit. Then he asked the barber what became of all the old razors. The answer was in effect that there are no old razors. The razor that he used on the customer cos: thirty cents, and was twenty years old. never to buy one ff the price was low enougk Any razor of good quality, no matter how old, he could usually sell for half a dollar after putting it in order. Sometimes eld razors went for corn ni The proved razor is a valuable thing, because of the ignorance that prevalls on the subject of razors. Many a buyer cannot be trusted to pick out a new razor, and it might be laid down as a general rule that the old razor is a more valuable thing in reality than the new. FUN FOR BANK CLERKS. When They Come Across a Check Adorned With a Portrait. From the New York Mail and Express. ‘A New York merchant has a portrait of himself engraved on his checks, so that when he pays a bill his creditor has the ad- ditional satisfaction of gazing upon the counterfeit presentment of the payer. These checks go to different cities and pass trrough various banks and clearing houses. In the parlance of the variety actor, the benk clerks ‘“‘do not do a thing to them.” + ‘When the gentleman who thus advertises himself has his deposit book settled at the end of the month, and gets back his can- celed checks, it 1s'a question whether he is pleased or vexed. The portrait on each and every check 1s crnamented, and its facial expression changed ina manner that fs, to say the least, stertling, and the more banks the check has passed through the greater the change. The first clerk through whose hands the paper pesses will adorn the picture with a fierce mustache; the next will add a beard; the next a pair of goggles, and the next may chenge the aquiline nose to a retrousse. All the changes capable of being made are rung, and by the time the check gets back the self- advertiser dosn’t know himself—or rather dcesn't know his picture. a Economy. From Puck. Mrs. Shopleigh: ‘Yes, it is simply outrage- ous the way they keep us waiting for change. I have been sitting here for a half hour walt- ing for two cents! I won't leave witho.t it, either. “Take care of the pennies, and the dollars will take care of themselves,’ you Miiccnwhile @ hired carriage is waiting for her at the rate of $1 an hour, BATTLE OF THE HORSES. A Band of the Wild Animals Charged by a Squadron of Army Steeds. From the Detroit Free Press. Just at sundown, and while we were at supper, a drove of wild horses number- ing eighty-eight suddenly emerged from Thatcher’s Pass and depioyed on the level ground of the valley. Three or four were recognized as cavalry horses abandoned on the march, and twice that number had col- lar marks to prove that they had stam- peded from some immigrant train. When clear of the pass they formed in line and advanced upon us to within a quarter of a mile. We had seventy-five horses at the lariat pins, and for half an hour we had all we could do to prevent a stampede. The wild horses vere finally driven down the valley by two mounted men, but they did not seem to have much fear of us. Daylight had come, ani the sentinels of the night were coming into camp, when the wild horses rushed Into view a mile below us. On the instant we discovered them, aud while four-fifths of tha men were yet under their blankets, the captain’s horse uttered a scream which must have been taken as a signal. He reared up, shook his head like an angry lion and freed himself of his halter. In the same instant every other horse the command secured his liberty; so:ne pulled up the pins, some worked their heads clear of the straps, and away went the whole drove down the val- ley. tt was not a stampede, as we naturally feared. Even had our animals desired to join the ranks of the free they would have been rebuffed. Our horses were bunched, and in a solid bunch they drove right through the lines of the wild horses and left four of them lying crippled on the grass as they passed. The prairie drove retreated up the valley half a mile and then wheeled about in a single line. When our drove halted and turned there was a distance of three-quar- ters of a mile between the combatants. We were ordered to fall in, with a view of ad- vancing upon the wild horses and driving them off, but before we had gotten into line it was too late. The sight was a wonderful one. The two leaders advanced as if they meant to decide the Issue by a fight between them, but when within forty yards of each other they wheel- ed and returned to their respective ines. Then we witnessed something which only a cavalryman will credit. Our horses fell into double line and dressed to the right as per- fectly as if a trooper had occupied each sad- dle, and while we looked the lines suddealy moved forward on a charge. When they svept past us the alignment was absolutely perfect, with the captain’s horse on the right and leading by about twenty feet. The line of wild horses bent and wavered, but did not break until struck. It was like striking a drumhead with a siedge hammer. I believe that fully forty horses went down under the shock, but all except four were speedily on their feet again. From this on it was a melee, the whole drove circling around, and each horse biting and kicking and displaying such ferocity as to astonish us. The mob fought past us down the valley and back, and right in front of the camp the climax came. The battle had been raging half an hour, when the spotted stallion hobbled out of it on three legs and bleeding from half a dozen wounds, and that seemed to take the pluck out of his followers. Some ran up the valley and some down, but of the eighty-eight orly fifty-seven got away. When the hottest of it was over we dashed in and secured a horse here and there, and in this manner we final- ly got hoid of the last one, which was the captain’s. Of the seventy-five only five had escaped scot free. Every one of the others had been bitten and kicked, and twelve of them were so crippled as to be worthless. SSS oe TREPHINING A LION. An Interesting Operation That Prom- ises to Be Successfal. From the Atlanta Constitution. The young lion of the Hagenkeck show that was so desperately wounded by a lion- ess last week was sucessfully operated upon yesterday afternoon, and the depression of the skull was lifted from the brain of the animal. One day last week the lion was savagely attacked by a lioness that occupied an ad- jcining cage. The lion was eating his after- nocn meal of beefsteak, when the lioness reared against the wooden partition separat- ing the cages. The lioness threw her whole weight against the light partition, and, with a crash, the infuriated beast and partition fell into :he cage occupied by the young lion. The lioness pounced upon the lion with all the fury that is peculiar to that class of ani- mals. The lion was taken completely by surprise, and was at a great disadvantage. As he turned with a growl to see what had caused the partition to fall, he was caught in the wide-open mouth of the lioness and fearfully bitten. The lioness leaped up into the air and fell upon her prey. She caught his head in her mouth, and closed down upon it. The fangs penetrated the thick hide and the skull sank beneath the pressure. The lion was hardiy able to stand, and could but stagger about the cage in a dazed way. In a few minutes after the attack he was seized with convulsions. His manner was pitiable and he would writhe in agony, then, leaping up, would fall from weakness. His feet would be drawn up to his body, and bis tail lashed fearfully against the bars. As he writhed upon the floor he would claw at everything that came in reach. Catching the iron bars, he would almost wrench them from their places. His claws were complete- ly torn from the flesh on one foot, and he frothed at the mouth, As soon as the lion was thoroughly under the Influence of the chloroform, which was administered by Dr. H. G. Carnes, the opera- tion was begun. It was necessary, however, that great care be exercised in giving the anvesthetic, as the lion was in danger of dy- ing from the effects of an overdose. The opening into the skull was made an inch to the left of the depression. When the opehing had been finished a small instru- ment was inserted. The instrument is of peculiar shape and is curved at the end. Down through the skull the piece of steel was pressed and then turned directly under the depression. After this was done it was an easy matter to lift the bone from the brain. ‘The vone was restored to its former position and then the incision was sewn up and the place dressed, As soon as the iivn recovered from the ef- fects of the drug he bounded loose from the ropes that held him and leaped across the floor of the room. He was at first a little dazed from the effects of the chloroform, but gradually regained his senses. Dr. Carnes stated after the operation that the lion would be perfectly well in a few days, as there was now no danger from the work. The lion is about two years old and was very valuable before he was injured eee SPLITTING BANK NOTES. The Latest Ingenious Devices Counterfeiters, From the Philadelphia Record. Many devices have been resorted to by counterfeiters to raise genuine bank notes, as well as manufacture bogus ones, but one of the most novel has come to light within the last few days at the United States sub- treasurer's office in this city. It is not known whether the plan was ever tried be- fore, nor how successful it was in this case, as it is not known whether anybody was caught by it. The scheme consisted of split- ting a $5 and a $1 note and then pasting the back of the $1 to the front of the $5 note and the front of the $1 note to the back of a $5 note. The mechanical part of the work was excellently done, but the fraud could be detected the moment the note was turned over. An effort had been made to change the “one” to “five” on the “one” side of the new combined note, but it was done so clumsily that the fraud would have been seen at a glance, and the only hope of passing the notes as fives would have been to pass them over with the $ side up and trust to the man receiving it not to turn it over before putting it away. The doctored notes came to the subtreasury through one of the banks, with the request that they be allowed what- ever the notes were worth. The government always redeems notes from the face value, and as the faces in this case were of a $1 and a $5 note, $6 were allowed. It is not known whether the bank was caught on the split notes or not. A cleverly executed counterfeit $5 national bank note was also detected at the sub- treasury the other day. It was on the First National Bank of Tamaqua, and was burned in several places to give it an old appear- ance, and then pasted on a piece of paper as if to hold it together. The fraud was first detected by turning over one of the corners pnd ciscovenne) a misspelled word on the ack. ————_+0+____ Rev. Thomas Treadwell Stone, D. D., the oldest graduate of Bowdoin College, and one of the oldest ministers in the country, is dead at the age of ninety-five. << DUFFY'S PURE > SENT ET—— FOR MEDICINAL U NO EUSEL OIL Saves MEN and WOMEN From Colds, Pneumonia and the ter- rible diseases of the senson. Beware of all imitation: Seld by druggists and grocers, Send for pam< phiet to DUFFY MALT WHISKEY CO., Rochester, N. Y. NAMES OF CARRIAGES. Drags, Rigs, Unicorns, Spikes, Traps, Tandems and Tally-Hos. From the Pittsburg Dispatch. ‘The fact that the first coach ever brought to this country—it being imported by Col. DeLancey Kane, son-in-law of Commodore Vanderbilt, some twenty years ago—was named by its owner “the tally-ho” is not any more justification for twisting the meaning and enlarging upon the import- ance of the word, so as to make it refer to coaches generally considered, than !t would be to call all yachts “Alvas’”’ because Van- derbilt chooses to call his boat by that name. The word “‘tally-ho” is used in a perverted sense as applied to coaching. It is a hunting term, pure and simple. Take the common expression that hear on every side: “Mr. So-and-so has just passed by in his drag.” Now, a may up in such things would expect to see a person go by with a swell four-in-hand turnout. Drag is the name applied to a coach when it is used privately. As soon as & four-in-hand coach is put into public sere vice and a fare is charged for riding upon it, It ceases to be a drag and becomes @ coach, just as a hansom when driven pub- lUcly becomes a hansom cab. Another common mistake is the calling of two horses a team instead of a pair. A pair of horses is never a team unlesg hitched tandem. A team is something more than a pair, such as a tande:n, uni- corn, four-in-hand, etc., and to hear peop! talk about a pair of horses as a team ig quite as bad as to hear a person say, “John, put that singfe set of harness on the bay.” A single set of harness is an impossibility, as it takes a double equip- ment for a set. Used in the sense of the word trap is ane other expression which vou never hear ex- cept in the very Yankee states. It seema to be a generic name for all kinds of traps, and nothing is too lowly or too lofty to apply the term to. A name almost as 5 eral as rig in its significance is “dog cart. It seems as if anything having two wheels should be given this name, according to the notion here. The only thing that should be given that name, however, is a two-wheel cart having a box under the seat, called a dog box, for the reception of dogs, guns, game and such things. You very seldom hear the arrangement of one horse in front of two spoken of ag a unicorn; it is more usually called a “spike,” yet this is the slang nam for it. Properly speaking, a “spike” is the name that should be applied to such teams as you find working in iron or dray wag- ons, when the driver rides the near horse and drives the lead horse with a jerk line, besoin Sy ce ea a THE AFTERNOON TEA. you This English Function Haa Latterly Materially Changed. From the London Queen. It is the general complaint that both at afternoon teas and at homes the tea is made disagreeably and perniciously strong. Formerly such a complaint was never heard; a strong cup of tea was the fash- ton; all liked it, and thought themselves ill treated if anything else were offered them; now it is quite the other way, and @ hostess who studies the fashion of the day and the tastes of her guests makes @ rule of asking whether weak or strong tea is preferred before pouring it out, and then adding hot water to taste, while others train their servants, at some trouble to themselves, to bring in the tea the moment it is made. Now is the time for some spirited paty entee to produce an invention that could be applied to our dear old silver teapots cr to modern china ones to hold the tea leav and prevent their sinking to the bottom o! the teapot, and thus brewing the harmfi solution that is accredited with bringing about such ill effects. An approach to something of this sort has been attempted in the little Japanese teapots with china strainers, but these are too small for larg teapots, and something further,which cou! be adjusted to any sized teapot, is required, Half-past 4, or even 4 o'clock, is now the regulation tea hour, and when people adhere to the old-fashioned custom of give ing 5 o'clock tea their friends regard it in the light of a grievance, especially in the country, when, after a long drive or bicy- cle ride, the half hour’s delay in the ace customed tea hour makes all the differs ence to exhausted nature, for tea is allow- ed, even by its opponents, to have a “stim- ulating and restorative effect on the cone stitution,” in spite of the “subsequent de- pression” and the “deleterious” results. Afternoon tea is now very justly styled a meal, as so many substantial things are given in the way of sandwiches of many varieties, of potted game and chickery potted fish; also of tomatoes, cucumber ant cress, etc., in addition to hot scones and tea cakes, or muffins and buttered buns, rich cake, iced and ornamented cakes, etc, Not only at large at home teas are these given, but at the usual afternoon drawing room, and, as a rule, the appetites of the guests are found equal to the occasion. ‘The lateness of the dinner hour is doubt- less the excuse and the reason for the readiness shown to eat and enjoy these dainties thus early in the afternoon. Be this as it may, a substantial afternoon tet has become the fashion, and few wish it otherwise; occasionally one comes across man or a woman who avers that he or she never “touches tea,” which in this case bears out the medical strictures upon this beverage; to some it is almost a poison, and to others it is an unnecessary luxury, not to be indulged in. =~ A Feat in Horseback Riding. The Russian Kogak officer, Kenike, who in June last undertook to ride on horseback from Krashoe Selo, a suburb of St. Peters- burg, to Chitta, in eastern Siberia, a dis- tance of about 5,000 miles, has, according to the Novoe Vremya, accomplished a third of his journey, having arrived at Uffa, Kenike's enterprise is interesting not only on account of the great distarce to be cov- ered and the speed at which he is riding, but also because of the simplicity with which he is accomplishing his self-imposed task. The horse is an Anglo-Arab, a descendant of the famous Count Rostopchin’s stud, He is not a young horse, but has all the qualities necessary to accomplish the task laid upon him. The saddle which he carries is of the ordinary rough type of the Cos- sack. The kit consists only of absolute necessities for rider and horse, and an ex- tra set of horseshoes, with shoeing imple- ments. His master grooms him and shoes him himself when necessary. Kenike ex~ pects to complete the entire distance in 150 days, thirty of which he reserves for halts, ‘The horse and rider are reported to be in capital condition. The Longest Telegraph Line. From the London Globe. The longest telegraph Mme in the world, above ground and without a break, has just been completed in Australia, that land of long distances. The line runs from Rocke hampton, in Queensland, to Seg | in western Australia, and crosses about twov thirds of the entire continent. The total length is something over 6,000 miles.