Evening Star Newspaper, January 30, 1897, Page 21

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, JANUARY 30, 1897-24 PAGES. Zi sel. (Copyright, Chapter XIX. (Continued from Last Saturday.) >e, you are in Bohemia,” cried beaming joyously on his many “and the delight of Bohemia is un- I danced after the thea- guests, conventionality. ter till daylight this morning, and I am as ready as ever to begin aga! Shall ‘we not lunch because we have break- fasted, and because we dine at Not so. I am ready for a dance any time of the night or day. Now, Mr. Musician, strike with the dance, let joy be uncon- is the poet says.” Langly could not have played out of time or tune if he tried. The piano, as Barney had truly said, was a splendid instrument, and when the gay waltz music filled the large room each c yle began to float lightly over the polished floor. The musi- clan p 1 on and on, mechanicatly yet brilliantly, and in the pauses between the dances more than one of the guests spoke to their host of the music’s excellence. “Oh, yes,” said Barney, with a jaunty wave of the hand, “he’s one of my finds. ‘The man’s a genius, don’t you know, and 4s in music what I am myself in painting.” “Barney, you always lay it on too thick,” said one of the young men. “You'll turn the pianist’s head with flattery if he knows you consider him as clever as yourself.” “Perhaps you imagine I'm too den-= to see through that remark,” sald Barney, with the condescension of true genius. “I know your sneering wa: you what I meant was but let me tell at both the musi- “Cursed bad taste, if you ask me—” cian aud myself are unrecognized by the mob of cemmonplace peopie of whom you are so distinguished a representative.” ("I If I had him there,” whispered je to the lady on his right.) . the day will come when you to say you were invited to these receptions, which I intend to make the artistic features of London so- Barney.” protested the young man, { make myself ob- all my clubs by continually Iclaim Universal “I'm proud of it now. jectionable in bragging that you smile upon me. that you are in art what the Provider is im commerce.” “Do get him to play some' are resting,” murmured the lady, ing oil on the troubled waters. Langly sat at the piano, a o figure, paying no attention to the conve tion around him. His thoi were far away, in the squalid room where the dead girl lay. Barney led up to him, and the musician came to himself with a start on being spoken to. “Here are several Hungarian mazurkas— weird thi like ‘em. Just polish off a few we have some tea, will you? They are all complimenting your playing—they’re people to know a good thing when they hear it ve you have refreshments yourself before you be- Langly shook his head and began playing the Hungarian mu Barney sat down again beside the lady, smiling with satis- faction at being able to pose as the patron of so accomplished a musician. The lady leaned her chin on her hand and listened intently. “How marvelously he does those mazur- kas,” she whispered softly. “He brings out that diabolical touch which seems to be in much of the Polish and Hungarian mu: “Yes,” assented Barney, cordially, does play like the devil, yet he is an or- ganist in a church. Ah, well, I suppose Beelzebub ks after our music as he does our morals.” “Has he composed anything?’ ‘Who? Satan?" “No, no. You know very well I'm speak- ing of the organist.” “Composed; well, rather. He's an unrec- ognized genius, but I'm going to look after his recognition. I'm going to bring some of his works, if he'll let me. very modest man, and nother Itken Exactly, other p s enish you all, don’t You see, our set doesn’t’ pro¢ genius like that orgar never produced a Shakespeare.’ “I hought it did. Didn't Lord Bacon write Shakespeare? didn’ I've looked up that ques- $ nothing in it, don’t you really great men come from people. ‘The world doesn’t 4s 1 found this man. oclety to the aristoer: uses to the democrac “But . how 1 go for but for my if society does not produce great do you hope to Lecome the great- ers?” ni ferent thing, don’t It has 2lways been the gentle- Leonardo and all of Rubens—or was it T bow, went as am- pomp parion: pnothe Once amy waltz music min- wish of silken skirts, ed floor. Langly near- ys lost himself in whatever music ow it merely dulled his and an undertone of deep grief lay beneath the frivolous harmony that rippled so smoothly and sweetly from the plano— n undertone heard by none save himself. Merry laughter, and now and then a whis- pered phrase as the dancers swung close to where he sat, fell on his unheeding ear, and he wished his tosk done, so that he might face again walk lying be- him. He c If as being un- ful, when it seemed hard that at this should be called upon to minister the amusement of 2 pleasure-loving for he remembered that the Hebrew Lad toiled seven years uncomplainingly for the woman he loved; so why should he grudge an afternoon, when the object was practically the same, although hope cheered the longer task, and despair clouded the shorter? Each in his way labored for his love, living and dead. The heavy hand of Barney came down boisterously on the thinly clad shoulder of the player, and partially aroused him from his bitter reverie. “First rate, my boy, first rate! You've done nobly, and every one fs delighted— charmed!—they are indesd, I assure you. Now they’re eaying good-bye, so give us a rovsing march for the farewell—anything you like—something of your own would be gust the thing; you know what I mean—a march with @ suggestion of regret in it— sorry they're don’t you know.” Barney h to his guests, shak- ing hands, asking them to come again, and | The ‘upper ten | look for them, but I do, and/} NNCD OWEN OO 7 : THE MUTABLE MANY, BY ROBERT BARR. 1896, by Robert Barr.) OWE DAWN TESCTESES | at once, don’t you know. | with you | don’t mention it. = receiving gushing thanks for a most agree- able afternoon. Suddenly there knelled forth on the murmur of farewell the solemn notes of the “Funeral March,” like the measured toll of a passing bell. The me- tallic clangor of the instrument gave a vi- brant thrill to the somber music, which was lacking In the smooth, round tones of the organ. Langly played like a man en- tranced, his head thrown back, his pale face turned upward, looking as if life had left it. An instantaneous chilling hush fell on the assemblage, as if an icy wind had swept through the room, freezing into si- lence the animated stream of conversation. Some shivered where they stood, and one girl, clasping her cloak at her throat, paused and said. half hysterical: “If this is a joke, Mr. Hope, I must say I "t like it.”” “Cursed bad taste, if you ask me,” mut- tered one man, hurrying away. “Oh, I say,” cried Barney, as much shocked as any one at the inopportune in- cident, and striding toward the performer, as soon as his wits came to him, “we didn’t want a dirge, don’t you know.” The lady who had spoken in praise of Langly’s music laid a detaining hand on Barney's arm. “Hush,” she said, gently, the glimmer of tears in her eyes, “don’t stop him. Listen. That man fs inspired. I never heard Cho- pin played like that before.” “Oh, it's Chopin, is it?’ murmured Bar- ney, apologetically, as if, had he known it, he would not have interfered. The throng dissolved rapidly with the un- welcome chords ringing in their ears, leav- ing Barney and his guest standing there alone. Langly, on finishing the march, sat where he was, his long arms drooping by his side. Youldn’t you like to speak to him?” asked Barney. “No, not now.” The lady stole softly out, Barney follow- ing her to the landing at the head of the stairs. “Please don’t Icse sight of him,” she sald, giving Barney her hand. “I want you to ask him here again and let me invite the guests.” 1 do it,” said Barney enthusiastically. “That will be awfully jolly.” “No, it won't be jolly, Mr. Hope, but we’ll hear seme enchanting music. Good-bye.” Barney re-entered the room, and found ngly standing beside the piano like a awakened from a dream, apparently quite knowing where he was. You must have something to érink," cried Barney, cord'ally. “You look fagged cut, and no wonder. I never heard Chopin so well rendered before. I teli you, my boy, you get all out of a piano that's in it, sent you know. Now, will you have whls- ky or brandy?” Langly thanked him, but refused either beverage. He nad a long watk before him ard was anxious to get away, he said. “Walk!” cried Barney. “Nonsense. Why should you walk and thus insult every self- respecting cabby you meet? I'll see about the walking; I hope I know my duty to- ward the hansom industry.” ‘Barney touched an electric bell, and when bis man appeared said to him: Just send Buttons to the King’s Road for a hansom. When it comes give the cabby ten shillings and tell him he belongs to his fare for four hours. Ask him to wait at the door till his fare comes, and meanwhile, bring in séme whisky and soda. Now, Mr. Organist—I always forget names —ah, Langly, here it ts on the card, of course. Have you ever composed any mu- sic yourself? I thought so. Ever published any? I thought not. Well, my boy, we must remedy all that. You're too modest; I can see that. Now, modesty doesn’t pay in London. I know, because I suffer from it myself. Heavens! If I only had the cheek of some men, I would be the most famous painter in Eurepe. If you bring a fow of your compositions to me, I'll get. a Fublisher for you. Will you promise? Non- sense. Not worthy? Bosh! Compared with the great composers? My dear fellow, the great composers were all very well in their way, I’ve no doubt, but they were once poor dev like you. Because Raphael painted, is that any reason why I should not im- Prove on him? Not a bit of it. You and I will be old masters in painting and music some few centuries herce—you just walt and see. The great point is to realize that you're an oid master while you're young can do something. If you don’t rec- ognize the fact yourself, you may be jolly well sure no one else will—at icast, not in time to do you any good here below. Do have some whisky; ‘it’s cheering and com- ferting,” as the advertisements say. Well, here's to you.” “I came to see you, Mr. Hope,” stam- mered Langly diffidently, “because Mar- sten—one of your father's eniployes—told me he thought you might—that you were gcc enough to help once——" “Oh, yes, I remember Marsten. He was here about some fellow knocking down a few policemen. Well—has he knocked down some more?” “No, but he is in great trouble, Hope.” “Suet. How much is the fine “His only daughter died yesterday.” hn, I'm very sorry to hear it—very sor- , indeed.” “He has no money, and none of the men have any. Braunt would ask no one for help, but I know that he fears there will have to be a— He does not want her buried as a pauper—and I thought—" “Of course, of course. I see it all. I never could understand the feelings of the poor on that subject. They seem to like a fine funeral, as if that mattered. I confess that if you give me good company while I'm alive, you may do what you please with me when I'm dead. I would just as soon lie beside a pauper as a prince, but I prefer the prince when I’m above ground. Now, how much will be. needed? Of course, you don’t know; no more do I. Let us say ii5; if more is wanted, just tel- egraph me, and I'll send it by messenger No, you mustn't think of sending any of it back. Use the surplus, if there is a surplus, for some charity or another. But you must come back yourself, and we'll have a talk on music. Drop in any time—there’s no cer- emony here. And just write your address on this card, so that I may communicate I promised a lady to have you here some day to play for a few friends. You won't disappoint me, will you? hanks, I'm ever so much obliged.” “The hansom is here, sir,” sald the d Mr, man is sure to be. Yr, man, entering. ‘All right. VM just see you into your cab, Mr.—er—Langley. No trouble at all; You can make this fel- low drive you around for four hours; 1f you want to. He'd take you to Brighton in that time, so I suppose he'll land you any- where in London in short order, Well, good-bye, my dear fellow, and I thank you ever so much for your exquisite music.” Chapter Xx. After the burial of his daughter, Braunt sat in his lonely room and pondered Dit- terly upon the failure his life had been ever since he could remember. Hard and incessant toil he did not complain of; that was his lot, and it had been the lot of his fathers. He was able to work and willing; the work was there, waiting to be done; yet, through the action of men over whom he had not the slightest control, he was doomed to idleness and starvation until the caprictous- minds of others changed, and the signal was given to pick up the tools that had been so dropped. “Ah'll not stand i he cried aloud, bringing his fist down on the-empty table. But after these momentary flashes of de- termination the depression habitual to hi settled down with increased density upon his mind, and, realizing how helpless’ he was, he buried his face in his hands and groaned in hopeless despair. It is difficult for a starving man to be brave for long. What could he do? Absolutely nothing. He might drop dead from exhaustion ‘be- fore he got a chance to earn a meal, though he tramped the huge city search- ith cager for the place he had been compelled were them. If he were presented with a cross- ing, he bad not the money to bar-& bros the truth when he said «3 se seed but a cog in a large wheel; - wheel ain LI aha SS Ss a ea EET ES ASL Hse ee 2) might get a new cog, or a new set of cogs, but the cog separated from the wheel was as useless as & bit of old iron. . Langly stole softly in upon his stricken friend, closing the door stealthily after him, with the bearing of a man about to commit a crtme and certain of being caught. Braunt gave him no greeting, but glowered upon him from under his frowning, shaggy eyebrows. “There is some money here that you are to take,” said the organist, timidly, placing a heap of coins on the table. Braunt, with an angry gesture, swept away the pile, and the silver jingled on the fieor. ll have none o’ thy money, as Ah’ve told ’ee before!” he roared. “Ah can earn gma money, if Ah boot get th’ chance.” Langly, with no word of remonstrance, stooped and patiently collected every scat- tered piece. “It is not my money,” he said, on rising. “It was sent to you, and is for you, and for no one else. It belongs to you; I have no right to it, and this very money you your- self have earned. I don’t know who has a better claim to it.” Again placing the silver and gold on the table, Langly tiptoed out of the room in some haste, before Braunt could collect his wits and make reply. The Yorkshireman, with curious incon- sistency, had accepted without question the money which had saved his child from a pauper funeral, although he must have known, had he reflected, that the expenses were paid by some one, yet charity which did not come direct awakened no resent- ment in his turbulent nature, while the bald offer of money or food sent him in- atantly into a tempest of anger. He thought over the organist’s words. How could the money be his? How had he earned the coins? His slow brain gradually solved the problem. The money evidently had come from Hope or Monkton, or per- haps from Sartwell. He cursed the three of them, together and separate, and in his rage once more scattered the heap to the floor. The coins whirled hither and thither, at last spinning to rest on the bare boards. Braunt watched them as they lay there glittering in the dim light, his mind ceasing to cogitate on the respective culpability of employers or employed for the state of things under which he suffered. He had formerly thought of Monkton and Hope as purseproud, haughty capitalists until he saw their cringing, frightened demeanor when escorted out of the works by the po- licemen, and since that time he had been endeavoring to reconstruct his ideas con- cerning them. So, after all, why should he refuse to take money from them if one or the other had sent it? He gazed at :the coins on the floor, white splotches and yel- low points of Hght, hitching round his chair the better to see them. He had heard that a man might be hypnotized by gazing steadily on a silver piece held in the palm. As Braunt watched the coins intently he passed his hand swiftly across his brow, concentrating his gaze by half closing his eyes. He leaned forward and downward. Surely they were moving, edging closer to each other, the larger heaps attracting the various atoms of metal, as he remembered, with bewildered brain, was the case with money all the world over, which gave a plausible cause, such as one has in dreams, for the coins creeping together, although what was left of his reason told him that ii was all an illusion. The sane and insane sections of his mind struggled for mastery, sinthoisee Sheers" |A POWDER MAGAZINE Braunt. de across the in to Making Explosives for Uncle Sam’s the warning of a policeman ck. Navy. Few of the force werg on the ground; the LARGE-SIZED GRAINS NOW authorities saw there was little to fear from cowed and postep en “You ll -bave ' ta- ~ back,” said the officer, “> I'll take you in charge.” “Will you so?” cried” Braunt truculently, rolling up his sleeves as he turned, upon his opponent. “Then I warn you, send for help. You haven't enough here to take me in charge. Ahive had a meal to- day.” After glaring for a #i#thent Braunt turn- ed and strode unmoWsted to the closed gate. Roe ‘The officer paid heed, to the advice given him and sent for more,men, He saw there was to be trouble of some sort. Braunt smote his hugé fist against the panels and roared at thestop of his voice: “Open the gates!” A slight flutter of listless interest seemed to pass over the crowd. The men elbowed closer together, shuffling their feet and craning their necks forward. Those to the rear pressed toward the front, wondering what was about to happen. The few police- men looked on without interfering, waiting for reinforcements. Braunt beat with his fist against the sounding timbers, the rhythmic thuds being the only break in the stillness except when he repeated his sten- torian cry, “Open the gates.” The porter at the small wicket, fearing an attack, ran for Sartwell, and met the manager coming down the stairs. “I'm afraid there’s going to be another riot, sir,” said the porter breathlessly. Sartwell- did not answer, but walked quickly to the small gate, unbolted it, and stepped out. pie “What do you wdnt?® he said. “We want our -wofk!” cried Braunt. “Open the gates.” Sartwell’s glance swept swiftly over the men, who stood with jaws dropped, their gaunt faces and wolfigh éyes turned toward the closed barriers. The manager quickiy comprehended that it was no time for dis- cussion or arranging of terms. What was needed was action, sharp and prompt. He turned toward the trembling porter and said peremptorily: “Throw down the bar.” Whatever doubts the man may have had akout the wisdom of such an order in the face of the hostile mob, he preferred to brave probable danger from the crowd rather than the certain wrath.of the man- ager, and obeyed the command with haste. The ‘heavy gates were slowly pushed open. “Now, men, in with you,” eried Braunt, ith a scythe-like swing of his long arm. “The man that holds back now—ah, God— Ah’ll break his ‘back.%©, : Some one.stumpbled (qeward,-as if pushed from behind;.then it Was as if.an inyisible rape, holding the crowd@-back, had suddenly broken. The men poured through the open gateway in a steady stfeam:-Gipbons, wav- ing his hands like a méniae, cried: a “Stop. Stop. Listen to me for a moment. But no one stopped, and no one listened. Braunt, his fuce white with anger, strug- gled against the incoming tide, shouting: “Let me get at him. Ah'll strangle the whelp.” “‘sraunt,” sald Sartwell sharply, ‘his voice cutting through the din of shufiting boots. “Leave bim alone and get inside yourself. Gather the men together in the yard.1 want A Visit to the Big Government Storehouse. NO SMOKING ALLOWED Written for The Evening Star. F ONE FOLLOWS the road that leads from the town of Do- ver, N. J., up among the craggy and rock- seamed hills of Marsh county, he is sur- prised on approaching whet scems to be the summit of this deso- late assemblage to find himself confront- ed by a heavy gate bearing the legend, “U. 8S. Naval Powder Magazine—No Smoking.” From the top of the hill floats the stars and stripes, and be- Yow its frowning crest clusters a group of long, low, yellow brick buildings, within whose walls is concentrated a force mighty enough to shake even these “eternal hills” to their foundations. For miles on either s‘de, taking in the double line of lofty hills (Z-LZ ZILLLLA CY TEZILLLAL YY A Strip oF SMOKELESS PowDER A WARNING TO BOY A FALL IN BOYHOOD THE CAUSE OF LIFELONG SUFFERING. Spinal Injuries Which Affect Part of the Body—A Cripple Story—How He Was © over, the powder ts taken away to the packing room, and here the really interest- ing part in the career of the government powder begins. The six-sided blocks are packed in flat wooden cases, lined with tin. Where the sides fit on a small, slightly raised band of rubber runs about the edge of the case, making it practically air and ‘water tight when it is closed. These cases are shipped off to one of the powder sta- tions, say, the one among the Dover moun- tains. Where it is possible to do so, the powder is usually shipped by boat, but to reach the Dover magazine requires part of the journey to be made by rail. The line that carries the powder up among the hills is a curious little raflroad, which has grades as steep almost as those of a country high- way, which carries little except govern- ment freight, and where there is no danger of collisions—for the road boasts only one engine and very few cars. The Great Storehouse. The Dover magazine has been in exist- ence for -six or seven years. Its present location was selected partly because tne government already owned the land and could not put it to any other profitable use, but chiefly because of its isolation. Nothing is more detrimental to the suc- cessful operation of a powder depot than too many neighbors, and it is practically certain that this region will never be built up. At the magazine, which, by the way, is made up ef a number of small magazines scattered along the hillside a little distance part, the powder 1s unloaded and the cases carefully overhauled and inspected, to see that their contents have escaped injury. Then they are stored away again tn, the numbered cases, 500 pounds in a From the Press, Robert Utica, N. Mr. S. Howanl of Bridgewater, New York, has forwarded to us the accompanying vala- able tectimontal From Mr. Howard's advanced age, after a lifetime of suffering from complicated! diseases, his statement must be read with Interest, and we have no doubt will go far toward convincing the doubting ones, of the efficacy of Dr. Williams" Pink Pills, as a radical cure io ail rheumatic and Bervous affections aod their sequelae. Mr. Howard's reputation a> a man and a zen lends weight to his simple, statement. Being disirous that others should be beoefited as I have been, and that they may know that the means Of relief is within easy reach, I make (he following statement, solemnly declaring the same to be true in every particular: “My name is Robert 8. Howard. Iam a miller by occupation. My post office address is Bridge- water, Oneida county, N, ¥., and I am 67 years of “I was a lifelong Invalid, my health belng first impaired by ¢ fail when # boy, which Injured my ti straight forward case. In time the government will have a “ a great plant for mounting ammunition in | SPite- While ia a weak condition from thir vause connection with this station, but at pres- | I caught cold,- which developed into theamatisin ent the powder is simply stored here and reshipped to various points as it is needed. There are several other government pow- der stations—one at Portsmouth, N. H.; one at Chelsea, Mass.; a temporary one at Fort Wadsworth, N. Y.; one at Fort Mullen, on the Chesapeake; one at the Norfolk navy yard; one (practically aban- dozed now) at Pensacola, Fla., and one at Mare Island, Cal. It is doubtful, however, that became chronic. In 1861 I was suthclently recovered to think I could culist and tried so to do, but was rejected, the surgeons telling me I was by no means cured, nor was I ft to go to the front. They kuew better than I did, fer very shortly after I was again Inid up with severe pain in the lumbar region. My kidneys were ailect- ed, and my Joints grew swollen and painful. My nsual position when trying to walk was with my hands on my knees, every movement giving ¢x quisite pain, I was, in fact, a cripple, and that Decame my normal condition, with few pertods of partial relief until last fall, My digestion was much impaired, my stomach was in bad condition and I, cf course, had heart affection after the long years of rheumatism. I had always, when in any bad spells, called in a physician, but I received very little benefit from the usual medical treat- ment, and at last these geutlemen promeunced my complaint general debility, involving ail the organs, iy, Of which I am possessed. It was last fall, I say, when I began to read in the papers of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, and 1 grew more and more Interested in them through the accounts I saw of so many people being cured by them, until I came to the conclusion that th might do me good. I therefore bought two boxes of Pink Pills and proceeded to take them, It may bave been fancy, but it seemed to me that the first dose made me feel better Chan Thad been in a long time, so I continued the treatment unt! I took cll the pills 1 tad. By that time 1 knew there was uo fancy in the knowle WY ZZZLL eae: 7 a word with them.” getting well, My health is row in be: condi ate aan ting forward now on the very | , Braunt’s truculence at once disappeared. \ tion thon it ever has licen since childhood. My edge of his chair, breathing hard, almost | He turned with the men and came to appetite is good, T sleep well, all that distress in wholly absorbed in the strange movement | Where Sartwell stood looking grimly at ine the back has disappeared, my joints no longer on the tloor, and gradually losing interest | moving throng. No one glanced toward Ni treuble me, and my bealth is better than it has in the mental conflict regarding the reality | taster, but each went doggedly forward, been in forty-six years, and improving all ¢ of what his strained, unwinking eyes told | with head down, as though dete eat time. I am able to attend to my business as a bim was going on at his feet. At last he | he was asnamed of rant AINS OF OLD miller, and at 67 find myself more of a man than noticed that the heap was slowly but tm} StrtmslGod's sake, marager, set them at GRAI ay Se eye cee erceptibly sliding away 2 y tt hei y Pills, v 1 cted y of th doubts about, the genuineness of what he | work, and, don't, talk to them, Tey fe PowpeR ACTUALSIZE A GRAIN OF trouben thet T outed with fr mitre to 00 ¥ van Ss Fi mone; y nea » n 7, yi of ” e escape. te sprang to his “eet and jumped | easy with them; there's Kéen talk enough. NEW POWDER “{ quite agree withsyou,” said Sartwell, in kindly manner. ‘“Donjt be afraid, but gather them togethers, You have the voice for it. I hecrd your first shout at the gates to the door, placing his back against it. “Oh, no,” he shouted, “you're mine, you're mine.” Crouching down, never taking his eyes, likewise. Signed) “R. &. HOWARD.” ACTUAL SIZE Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills contain all the elements Recessary to give new life and richness to the from the coins, he got upon his hands and knees, crawling toward them craftily; then pounced suddenly on the main heap, while the isolated pieces scuttled back to their forn:er positions, pretending they had never shifted their places. He laughed sneering- ly at their futile attempts to deceive him, poured the heap into his pocket, and ca) tured each separate.coin that remained by springing upon it. He searched the whole room like some animal, nosing into the corners, crouching lower and proceeding more cautiously when he spied a silver or gold piece that had roiled far, chuckled when he siezed it and placed it with the others. At last he rose to his feet, slapping his pocket joyously, and making the money jingle. Once ereci, the blood rushed to his head, making him dizzy. He staggered and jeancd against the wall, all his hilarity leaving him. ‘The room seemed to swim around him, and he covered his eyes with his hands. “Ah'm gooin’ mad,” he whispered. “Ah moost ha’ summat ta eat—or drink.” Braunt staggered through the doorway to the passage and down the stair, out into the open air, which revived him and made him feel the nip of hunger again. Once on Light street he turned into the “Rose and Crown” and asked for a mug of beer. The barmen hesitated. The credit of the strikers had long since gone. “I'd like to see the color of your money,” he said, gruffly. “Ah've no money. week; ah’m strike today He brought down his open palm against his trousers pocket to emphasize his pov- erty, and was startled by the clink of coin. He thrust his hand down into his pocket, and pulled out some silver, gazing at it stupidly. “Ma word,” he gasped at last. “Ah thought Ah dreamt it!” Tue barman laughed, and reached for an empty beer mug, erasping the beer pump handle. ‘That dream’s good enough for the ‘Crown,’ " “Better have some bread and cheese with it.” “Yes. Be quick, man.” Standing there, Braunt ate and drank Tavenously. “L can get you a plate of cold meat,” said the barman, seeing how hungry the man was. The other nodded, and the plate, with knife and fork, was placed before in my office.” aa: As the last man passed through, Sartwell heard Braunt calling ghem to halt. A few still remained outsid jaimmins and his fellow members of thg strike committee— Ustening gloomily to;Gibbons’ frantic de- nunciation of the whaiesale defection. The Manager stepped: inside, and ordered the wondering porter to close, the gates. As Sartwell walked, briskly toward the vorks he saw the men. huddled together @ sheep, very crestfallen, and evidently ready ta endvre any gensure the manager saw fit to launch at their defenSeless heads. Braunt,, towering over them, looked anx- icusly about him, withthe alr of a huge dog not quite csrtaip, how his flock would behave. a art (aa Sartwell mounted, the,steps leading to the Goor of the former. ice, and. spoke. “I take it, men,” he said,:“‘that this strike is off. I want to begin fair and square; so, if there is.any-amgng ycu unwilling to go back to work on, my terms, let him stand out now and g@y_80.”" TB ‘There was a short pause, during which the silence was unbroken. No one stepped cut, “Very well,” continued the manager. “That's settled and done with. Now each man knows his place in these buildings; let him get there, and remain for further in- strucuens. No work will be done today, as some preparation js.required before we be- gin. You will come-tomorrow at the usual heur, ard, after @rrangements for work have been made, you rftay each draw half a week's wages in advanee from the cash- jer; I shall give Orders tp that effect. A number of teleg! ws to have been sent out on Saturday wiifch it is now un- necessary. to send; I wiJl‘gpend the money thus saved in tol sof which each man shall get a share as es out through the small gate. The large-gates will not be opened until tomorrow morning.” ‘There was a faint wavering cheer as Sart- well stopped speaking and stepped down. The men then-slowly filtered into the works. - (To be continued.) and the valley that lies between, stretches the gover: ment preserve, without a sign of life to disturb the solemn grandeur of the solitude save where the bright-hued ban- ner floats above the little group of build- ings in the heart cf the wilderness. At first thought there ts something almost ludicrously incongruous im the idea of con- necting this impregnable and almost inac- cessible fastness with the navy. But when one looks through the yellow brick build- irgs or the hillside his attention is attract- ed to an interesting and little-known part in the scheme of national defense, that of preparing and storing the force which makes our great floating fortresses effect- ive. ‘Though much has been written about the ravy and naval service of the United States within the past few months, the manner in which the new navy is supplied with pow- der seems to have escaped attention. It is an important subject, too, as a brief calculation will enable the reader to deter- mine to his own satisfaction. The battle ships Indiana and Oregon, the most power- ful in the navy, carry four 13-inch, eight 8-inch and four 6-inch guns. To fire a sin- gle charge from one of the 13-inch guns requires 550 pounds of powder, not counting that contained in the shell itself to explode it. Accordingly, every time the four chief guns in the Indiana’s armament speak to- gether more than a ton of powder is turned into nothingness. In actual fighting these guns could be fired perhaps ten times an hour. The 8-inch guns require a charge of 114 pounds and fifty pounds fs needed to speed the 6-inch shells. But although these smaller guns require much smaller charges than their more robust fellows, this difference is more than made up by the greater rapidity with which they may be operated. In some ex- periments conducted at Indian Head last summer it was found that a 4-inch gun could fire eleven shots in seventeen sec- onds, thus consuming a quarter of a ton of powder while the second hand of your watch makes a single circuit. It is not likely that in any naval engagement that may take place the opposing fleets will pour broadside after broadside into each other all day long in the good old-fashioned way. Modern warfare is too terrible in its de- structiveness to permit that. But if one first-class fighting vessel can use from fifty to seventy-five tons of powder an hour it doesn’t require any mathematical genius to arrive at the conclusion that a single naval engagement under modern condi- tions would require more powder than was reeded to conduct a war at the beginning of the century. Another simple computa- tion based on the fact that the powder cost the government about 27 cents per pound will prove that war is not only fearfully de- structive, but fearfully expensive sport as well. Ah'll pay thee next goin’ to put a stop ta the, Exploring the Lungs and Pleura. Paris Letter in the New York Mpilical Record. An extremely interesting elfnical applica- tion has been made by Prof. Bouchard with the famous Roentgen rays. He has shown us a series of radiographic proofs that in thelr way surpass anything: that has yet been déne with the rays, at Ieast in so far as the practice of medicine ‘is concerned. The proofs of the first series give perfectly delineated images of a pleuritic effusion at the different ‘stages of its resorption. In one of them, fn which the. pleurisy is complicated with an intercurrent complica- tion, the induration at the summit of the lung fs distinctly and clearly marked. The proofs of the second series have ref- erence. to tuberculosis,’ giving the--photo- graphs of the thoracic cages of a number of patients affected with pulmonary. tuber- culosis. The presence of two caverns diag- nosed by auscultation and percussion ts confirmed in a most remarkable manner, as are also other lessons. Enough has been said in this brief note of Prof. Bouchard’s valuable and new con- tribution to science to show from a clinical standpoint what immense services the X- rays are destined to render in confirming the diagnosis made by auscultation and percussion, not only in cases of pleurisy, but also in pulmonary tuberculosis and Pneumonia, more especially in the stage of hepatization. nol We may look for s¢jil further interesting results shortly in this fleld, as Prof. Bou- chard assures us that heintends to prose- cute his studies with the radiograph in other diseases as wel, 1 “So the strike’s off, is it?’ said the man, aning his arms on the bar. “Ivll be off when Ah get there.” “Well, it's not a minute too soon. Our trade’s suffered.” “More than your trade has suffered, worse luck. Dom iittie you'll do for a man, unless the money's in ta pouch.” “Oh, if it comes to that, neither will other people. We're not giving outdoor re- lef, any more than our neighbors.” Braunt tte his food and drank his beer, but made no reply. The barman’s atti- tude was commercially correct; no one could justly find fault with it. Money was the master-key of the universe; it unlocked all Gcors. The barman did nat care how Braunt came by it, so long as he paid for what was ordered, and the workman now found that courage was taking the place of lespair, merely because he had money in is pocket. He felt that now he had en- ergy enough to cope with the strikers, sim- ply because he had fed while they were hungry. He would wait for no meeting, but would harangue the men on the street, those of them that were assembled in futile numbers around the closed gates, and most of them were sure to be there. If Gibbons opposed, he would settle the question by promptly and conclusively knocking him down—an argument easily comprehended by all onlookers. Braunt drew the back of his hand across his ps waen he had finished his meal, and departed for the works. He found, as he lei Up-to-Date Powder. Up-to-date powder is chiefly of two kinds, the smokeless and the brown prismatic, though the black is still used for igniting. It has two advantages over the old-fash- ioned kind. One is in its ingredients, the other in its form. The goal which the maker sets always be- fore him in preparing powder for any gun is to obtain the maximum of propulsive power without such explosive force as to wreck the gun itself. The action of the powder now used in all the larger guns of the navy shows the nicety with which mod- ern invention has solved this problem. The second important improvement in. modern powder is in its form. Many per- scns have the idea that all powder is in the form of small grains, while some others, whose memory reaches back to the civil war, recall the “cannon” powder of that day, which was in the form of small cubes, A Ball of Bygones. much like lozenges. had ted, the di dent men 5 (Sons™ CES nata Ropes" raat dans | no ota dm, nee ae fo yp pes in their empty pockets. ‘Their pipes were | wh%,0uT fonmntle !dole: st pearance. Its regular shape is that of a smokeless as the tall chimneys of the| "Ana where does Bea nurs chariot sway?’ | h with all hol through factory, and that of itself showed that| ‘The Little Minister ingress are the center, “The aise varies, of conres with their condition was at its lowest ebb They No more does Robert, pose; the bore of the gun for which it is intended, were listening with listless indifference to:] Where do the favorites . but for the largest calibers the hexagons @ heated altercation going on between Gib-| Nay» where is yestergorulti’s rose? are an inch high and a trifle over an inch Singed dane concern tem ey ne | MaBaten t De eee Haporia tor Wf eon the bisde to Sura “You might have played that card last | The Prisoner of Zenda'g pil . oe Gratis ca with alicia pe = week,” Marsten cried, “but it is too late Is one with Fauntle 6 now. You can have no conference with the owners. I tell you they have left the ¢ountry, and won't return for a fortnight, Mulvaney, Ortheris! ‘Sherlock Holmes Why do, thelr memort where is yestér: * 2 eces of tape, linders, srry that hag ee works will be aise ‘They to aieein bel Took ‘or ail the world lke fescaras ron. ae wi new men. he new men are com! e Y= Ee powd: = 1 d_that the com- | Nor eee if could pean, Semiay’ Rerlocto ti ea the Sok cane with meeting now, and that a For which Philistines loved to pay. which it is ignited. On this account, in vote be taken. each his unlamented way 7 up the heavy charges a tier of Hen =e ee men!” cried Gibbons. oo eee a goes, black first, the per- “He's well’s pay." on their fombs we toss & spray ssi to » and to make cer- ‘The men didn’t mind him, “and paid no Of Yestermorning’s ‘faded rose. tain the discharge byl iting the other. Gibbons either. What they ENVOY. ‘The essential ingredients in the was something to eat and drink, | prints ‘twas not-youn the tate to stay of gunpowder, of course, the same with tobacco to smoke ward. If Mar- ‘With all the art the era knows, now as » the being found —_ was = ee ee ben re wor peer ae pei decadent day im the chemical treatment of it during the ly anger aces im. stermorning’s rose. = processes, which are, of Penant sande hin way songniy “waward A, Church inthe January Bookman, t destined for Uncle "8 guns is of attackirg Gibbons for the Front the Chicago Tribune, e much the same yemark when he felt Braunt’s heavy | Customer (atthe livery stable)—'‘He’s Hinde, ‘the chict difterence as noted, hand on his shoulder. perfectly safe, is he? I-don’t want a skit- | its treatment under the ch ’s hands. “The time is past for meetings, 124,” |tish antmal.” fy tee 9 25 * -4{ It 1s rolled in the same way, but the said the big man, “and for talk, too. ‘New Stable B “3 know about ‘im press room its treatment is and with that fool, and stand among ts that he used fo be a Phiadeity car | ios "apes, inte, the hexae cain. the ra, ready to back me up ff need be.” | horse.* Sea s sae Rice tae cisuiae an suating eae te Vlowd aod restore shattered nerves. ‘They are sold in boxes (never in loose form, by the dozen or hundred) at 50 cents box, or six boxes for $2.50, and may be had of all druggists or directly by mail from Dr. Williams’ Medicine Company, Schenec- if all the others together contain as much powder as the Dover magazine, where 1,000,000 pounds are regularly stored, and where, in time, much more will be kept. The staff that guards the great store is a very small one. It consists of Gunner Cor- _ a nelius Duggan and half a dozen men. Their rae little houses are very comfortable, but for PARISIAN LAWYERS. all that life is mighty dreary in this win- ter weather among the lonely hills. Their Life is Very Different From Powder is shipped from the Dover sta- That of American Attorneys, tion to Norfolk and to California, but the| Lawyers in France, according to a next stage in the career of the hexagonal blocks is likely to be Fort Wadsworth, in New York harbor, where most of the am- munition for the present needs of the na- val service is prepared. Preparing the Charge. Don’t imagine that it is an easy matter to prepare the charge for a big gun, or that the powder is poured in haphazard, as you used to do when you went squirrel hunting with your father’s old musket. On the contrary, the loading of the charge Rochester gentleman, who has just re- turned from a three years’ sojourn in Paris, do not have such an easy time as they do in this country, says the Union and Ad- vertiser. There, far from encouracing the bright young men of the land to enter into the legal profession, it would seem that they are discouraged and every obsta thrown In their path, the result generally being that it is only a rich man who can be yer. r the regulations at present in is a task requiring the greatest nicety and says this Rochester ¢ man, care. For the smaller calibers a wooden | “barristers, after they have k thetr frame containing a number of upright | terms and’ passed a sort of three years’ novitiate, during which they ha title of advocate. but have no voice in the de liberations cf the council of disciplin are not inseril The; plead during ars’ prob but it is a sort of empty privilege in nine cases out of ten. When an eminent bar- er in France employs 2 junior it is gen- rally some one inscribed on the rolls; should he employ the probationer, the honor thus accorded him must suffice. He does not pay him. “But he must live, and here is where the problem comes in, which Is much more easi- ly solved by the American or English young lawyer than it is by his Parisian brother. In the first piace, there Is the outlay tor his gown, or beretta, which comes close to 80 francs, unless he prefers to hire {t at the rate of 10 cents per day. Then he must en- gage some ore to teach him deportment, for this is an essential qualification in this land, where King Etiquette rules with an iron hand. The services of a professor of the conservatory must also be called in to train his voice, unless nature has been kind to him in that respect. But these expenses are mere incidents. He must, above alli, not live in small chambers and rent dingy offfces. Poverty is o poor key to open the pockeis of clients. SS eee She Told the Trath. From the Detroit Free Press. Mrs. Newly, in her modern male attire for women, was addressng a select au- dience. “I wear no man’s collar,” shouted. “You have one of mine on now,” squeaked her husband. “I said ‘no man’s collar,’ ” and Newly sneaked out the eos How It Worked. From the Boston Transcript. Mrs. Smarte—“It vexed me so to have my husband spend his evenings at home reading the newspapers that I just made up my mind I'd stop it, so I hid eve paper that came into the house.” Mrs. Lambe. nd how does it work?” Smarte—“Well, I don’t know ex- he spends his evenings at wires on which the powder is strung are used; for the larger guns a form is pro- vided to hold it. The powder is then put in by dropping the hexagons over the wires, or laying them carefully in the form; first, a tier of the black powder, and then many more of the brown. When the column has been built up to the proper height, which for the large guns requires some 600 of the largest hexagons shown in thé illustration, a cloth bag, of exact width to fit, is drawn over the top. Then the column is turned upside down, the wires are drawn out or the form removed and the top of the stout bag is tied up. Next, it is taken to where the cartridge shells are standing, the bag 1s dropped in, and a small piece of wadding Placed on top of it. The bag of powder in its metal case travels next to the place where the loaded shell, the actual death-dealing portion of the charge, dwaits it. The case of the shell is made large enough to just lap over the powder case and is forced down on the lat- ter by means of a screw so tightly that nothing but the power that lies behind {t can drive it off. Then the mounted shell is slipped into a form of the exact size of the gun for which it is intended, to make sure that it is a perfect fit and will not stick at the critical moment. When the charge ts fused and ready for the gun it is placed In a rectangular wooden box of the exact size to fit it and is ready for shipment. The old ammunition cases Were square wooden boxes, but they were not waterproof and have been superseded by the rectangular boxes and cylindrical steel cases, into which it is impossible for air or water to penetrate. Another advan- tage of this new form for storage is that the powder, being protected from moisture, will keep for any length of time. For the small bore, rapid-fire guns, smokeless powder is used almost wholly at present, and it comes in strips or tubes, as shown in the accompanying cut, and these are tied together into a bundle in prepar- ing the charge, much as one would tie a bundle of kindling wood. From the supply depot the ammunition, packed away in the cases, is sent to the vessels, on order of the Navy Departmcat, as it happens to be needed. In time of peace the ships of our navy are required to carry 100 rounds for each gun. That means for a cruiser of the Indiana’s class some- thing over 300,000 pounds of powder and a total ammunition load of some 250 tons in she retorted, ik way. % 2 . This is stowed away in the magazines built below decks in the ship, and is so carefully protected that even if fire were to start among the powder cases there would be no serious danger to the vessel. It is impossible for the fire to get at the powder, and the magazine can be automatically fiooded until every spark is quenched. Then the water can be drawn off, leaving the ammunition uninjured. “For fifteen years my Gaughter suffered terribly with ia- —_——.___ From the Statistic Fiend. The fad for collecting ridiculous statistics Seems to be growing. The statistic fiend has discovered how much ‘time a man wastes in his ‘life crawling under the dross- ing table in search of a lost collar stud; and he can tell us exactly how many years we wasté for the purpose of eating; then, again, how many tons of bread, meat or. cations, but they bad no effect whate: of the disease, so bas been saved from ITCHING DEMA Fete= m.dical attention, was given many patent medicines, and used various exterpal appli- fiven, and it prompt- ly reached the seat sound and well, her skin is perfectly clear and pure, and she Diight her life for- . ever.” B.D, Jen-. kins, Lithonia, Ga. 8.8.8. is GUARANTEED PURELY VEGETABLE, ‘and is the only cure for deep-seated blood diseases. reader, who lives in Glasgow, has written to inform me that, after several we —_ ——— tion, he has dis-| Books free; address Swift Specific Company, covered one ‘som: dS | Atlante, is worn off-the boots of.the London public 2 every day. 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