Evening Star Newspaper, August 7, 1897, Page 17

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, AUGUST 7, 1897-24 HAGES 17 BUCKING THE TIGER The Tawny Brute Still Survives Across the Potomac. HIS CLAWS ARE SHARP AND STRONG — oo Though His Lair is Remote He Finds Many Victims. CAN HOPE TO ESCAPE — -+——- F FEW ROM THEMOORED, creaking floats, al- most flush with the water, of the dim-lit boathouse at the foot of 32d street, over in Georgetown, many merry young people on these starry nights step with Jaughter and jest into outriggers—the girls with little mock-afraid screams and much mysterious tucking of skirts, the youths with brave directions and heavy, solemn warnings as to the changing of seats—and push off into the dark, quietly-garrulous stream. The Yeices, singing and talking, and the s dued clatter of the oar-locks, strike back faintly after a moment, as the merest echoes of the night“waters—and fall upon ears not attuned to such sounds; the cars of smak groups of men standing apart to- gether upon the same floats, smoking and making little irregular flecks of fire in the blackness with their cigars: most of them entirely silent, a few of them talking in very low tones, like men going over the chances of a night expedition with death for many at the end. From the general brocding silence it might be imagined that these men thus stood with hearing intent upon the faint echoes of the voices of the laughing and singing girls out on the Most of Them Entirely Silent. besom of the midstream; but it would be a fancy very wide of the mai Presently a greater light, amid many minor ones, glimmers, moving, far up the stream, and draws steadily near. There is a little stir among the groups of quict men: then they fall back into their trance. The light bears down upon the floats, and sun- denly the shuttle-like rattle that accom- panies the light ceases, and, silent!y as the bare of Elaine, a tug, looming amid the flock of skiffs through which it threads like an ocean steamship surrounded by in- significant harbor craft, pulls alongside the floats. Already the almost mute groups of cogitating men are at the edge of the floats; they step over the side of the tug with the feather tread of soldiers in fear of the alertness of the enemy; the clatter of the screw-gear breaks out sharply, and the tug turns again up-stream. The ea- pedition is under way; a nightly expedition, made to as tawdry a Monte Carlo as any this side of La Junta, Col., where there are several like it. Toward the Virginia Shore. Passing under the dark bridge, the tug turus her nose toward the black, wooded hilis on the Virginia side and makes for the only visible light, which at a distance seems to proced from a villa en fete near the top of the palisades. Even closer, it seems, from its many twinkling lights gleaming through the night, and its very beautiful situation on this river-sloping knoll, to be the summer abode of music ncing and story-telling parties; ur ‘ing a little closer, there is a sav- age enough disiilusionment—a __ hoarse, strident voice, monotonous from the habit of avocation, cleaving the night with the | volume word: ira’ word unloosens the speech of the tug’s passengers; and, where there had been a general brooding, guffaws break out in queer inharmonio S$ with the scene. * Tumbling Bones. ‘The talk of all seems to bear upon losses or winnings at the St. Asaph institution during the afterncon. It is curious “to study how that one word, “keno,” heard ever the water at a distance, breaks the spell of silence that has hung over this odd set of tug passengers, and awakens the fever that bursts into flarie with the ciick of the roulette marble and the clatter of the faro chips. Alighting at a pier as rickety as any jutting into a Florida river, the Brum- magem gamblers, springy as to step now, and with the word “anticipation” plas- tered all over them, walk up the sets of stairs leading to what had seemed the villa en It is a shack. That is a prairie word for a weather-boarded wooden build- Ing that has been thrown together for the moment. It was devised to express archi- teetural squalor. This Virginia hill Monte Carlo is squalid all over it—outside and in- side: a two-story frame affair, twice as iong as it is broad, dingy witrout, dirty within; an unused bar on the lower floor; the faro table, the roulette wheel, and the craps outfit, adjoining the keno room, up a creaking flight of stairs on the second floar—a casino, in very truth, for the ex- tremely lesser fry of money-hazarders, although, aiso in very truth, it is not the lesser fry alone that endures its vile reek of tobaceo smoke for the chances of the tables. “Keno.” The tug’s passengers find, on freely en- tering the lower deor, with never the pass- word or countersign which distinguish sim- ilar institutions of a larger sort, many of their protetypes, ahead of them—the pas- sengers of the tug’s carlier trips. Per- haps half a dozen of the new comers sep- arate from the major throng to “sit in” at the long pine keno tables. The keno out- St is rather crowded tonight, and they have a little trouble in finding seats. None of the men already at the tables look up or pay the slightest attention to the new- comers; their eyes are riveted to their numbers; their ears are a-cock to the harsh number calls of the man on the platform; thev are watching the cable runners mak- ing for their own table spaces; they are playing keno, in short;.and when a man plays keno, there is only one other thi: that he may do besides—smoke: all of these particular keno players are smoking. Some of them have laid thelr coats on the backs of their chairs; some, indeed, have removed their waistcoats and taken their suspenders from their shoulders, fur greater ease; for if the air outside ts sti- fling, this keno room is the hot compart- ment of a Turkish bath. Streams of per- spiration pour down the faces of all. It is nothing. Are they not playing keno? The chant of the number caller is as their hats—an unwritten iaw in faro play- ing—very much tipped back on their per- spiring foreheads. All lean forward in their chairs. All watch their own bets first, the bets of others afterward—except the lads and weak players among them, who pick cut some successful man, and follow his leads. Stacks of chips diminish and in- crease with strange rapidity. ‘The man who a moment ago had five high piles of checks, now nervously fin- gers his only two remaining.ones between thumb and fcrefinger. The man who was just now reduced to one sorry white chip, now sighs with relief after a few successful Piays on the high card, and has trouble in keeping his stacks of chips in his own ter- ritory. Players who have been successful at the keno table come up, and, there be- ing no seats for them, hand over their money to the dealer, get their chips, and rake their bets standing. Behind the chairs of a few of tne unsuccessful ones stand friends staking them. When the Money is Gone. Toward midnight, the players begin to “go broke,” or to win enough to satisfy them for the night—but there are few enough of the winners at this bank. The men whom tie unhappiness of being clean- ed out afflicts, all exhibit a momentary dazed look, and rise from their seats to make for the cabinet presided over by the taciturn negro for nerve-restorers, after which they display a feverish false cheer- fulness that is so palpably assumed as to be pitiable. The game at the table becomes slow—small bets, “chubbing” or ‘‘piking,” as it is called, being the order of the game. The dealer looks weary, and glances significantly at the lookout, who nods. The last card slipped from the box, the dealer looks up with his cold gaze at the few re- maining players: “All up,” he says, and turns the box. The faro bank is closed for the night. Down at the rickety dock, toward 1 o'clock in the morning, the crowd, win- ners and losers equally stimulated, reck- lessly or happily, after this mental orgy, stand congregated, waiting for the silent approach of the tug. The taciturn negro presiding over the cabinet has given the losers surcease of sorrow, and the winners an additional tumult of joy.- The trip back over the dark stream has none of the brooding quiet of the trip up. When the tug pulls alongside the floats at the foot of 32d street, all of the outriggers lie quietly rocking at their moorings—for the laughing and singing girls have long hours 0 departed; and, arm in arm (for some of them need that sort of steadying), the men whose ears are attuned to the click of the chips, the calling of the numbers and the clatter of the marble, went their Way up the dark, silent street. a The True Woman. From the Pailadelpbia Tim ‘The woman who Wear Their Ha steady, as mechanical, as the chant of a Mohammedan engaged in evening prayer. He alone, of all, looks quite cool, com- Plaisant. Occasionally, one of the men at the tables, after a final visit of one of the table runners, looks up vacantl: nothing. He is broke. It takes him a moment er so to realize it. Then he slowly rises from his seat, puts on his coat, and goes out into the night. His stake has probably not been much; but it means as muck to him as the thousand louis of a rouge et noir table with the nonchalar of a moujik chucking out dog’s meat. The winning men make no apparent rejoicing. The rejoicing is deep in their hearts—for the gambler’s fever ts not lambent. There is no visible difference betwe2n the coun- of the men with the great ks i mt of them end those of the men who trom the pitiable size ot suspended over the gu of Craps and Roulette. In ihe adjoining. room there is more quiet, for, with the door closed, the calling of the keno numbers is hardly heard. In this room the intense calm of the crowd is a thing to study. Only at the craps table is there notable movement and sound—the fierce, Hghtning casts of the crap shooter and his gasping “root.” “Come sev n alleys, on cotton docks down in the southern country, such ejacu- lations, hissed out by half-clad lads, with a single shirt for the crowd, while they Ge- Scribe ares and curves with use-yellowed dice, are not much worse than amusing for broad allowance is given to the naiures of the players and the enthusiasm of their temperaments. But when this sort of voo- doo wor! “ome eleven—come_ s must have a new hat!""—is heard issuing from the lips of a full-grown man, at .east nee dressed in the habiliments of civilization, | Her ey whose speech elsewhither betokens sense and reason, however perverted—there something weird about it. He stands at the end of the green table, casting tum- bling “bones” with the sharp movement of a child hurling top torpedoes to the pave- ment on the Fourth of July, beautifully oblivious that he is as queer a picture of incongruity as gytates under heaven. There is quiet intensity at the roulette wheel—so much of it that when the hard- featur manipulator shoots the marble with the deft twist ef long practice, the sharpness of its clatter as it whirls about the sloping circle is startling. When it finally, after aggravating indecision, falls into its slot—almost always, apparently, the very next slot to that wherein the bet- tors want it to fall—the low mutters of the men around the wheel have the quality of savageness in them. A very heavy man, much bediamonded, and three parts drunk, is doing the most of the winning, probably because he sees three wheels instead of one, and, on account of the recklessness of his’ condition, abjures “‘system” playing. He seems quite unable to lose, and even when he leaves his stack upon’a number from pure careleseness or indifference, the marble almost magnetically obeys his be- fogged will. A mere lad, with Geélicate fea- tures rather twisted with pain, Is feverishly staking large sums—much larger than the wagers of any of the rest—upon his belief in his peor, trivial “‘system;” and he is losing with the persistent steadiness of the system player. The marble shooter smiles upon him indulgently and encouragingly. e yes may be brov To hit she's a bea: If as free as the oce the gla c e's nigh; in do. al beaut im her her love is real; it ely, come woe or weal. The world counts for nothing, what can it do If she belongs to him utterly all through and through And is true? apg ee A Woman’s Will. From the English Mlustrated Magazine. A specimen of a lady’s will gives some idea of the costumes and fashions of the day, and the store placed upon their ward- robes, which were rot so easily replenished as they are now. “In the name of God. amen—the 6th daye of the moneth of Octobre in the yere of our Lord God a thousand fyve hundred and sixie, I, Alice Love, the wife of Gyles Love of Rye, by the special license of my said husband asked and opteyned (What does the modern woman think of this?) bequeita my parapharnalie—that is to seye, myn ap- pareill to my body belonging. First, I be- queith my sowle unto Almighty God, to our blessed Lady and to alle Saynts, my body to be buried in the chirch yarde of Rye nig! my husband's, Thomas Oxenbridge. (It wiil be seen that Gyles Love was this lady’s sec- ond husband.) Item, to my moder my graye furrerd gowne with a long trayne; also a gowne cloth of russet, not made. Item, to my suster Mercy my best violet gowne furred with shanks. Item, to Margarette Philip my test wolstede kyrtill. Also I gyve to my suster Mercy my dymysent with peerles and a corse of goid. Item, to Thos. Oxenbridge my best gilt gyrdell that my husband Thomas Oxenbridge bought me to my wedding. Item, to Robert Oxenbridge a rede powdred corse, with a good harness and to everiche of them a paire of ‘bedys of rede corall. Item, to Besse Love my best crymsyn gowne, also her moder’s best girdell and her: best bedys. Also to my suster Blizabeth Duke a long girdell gilt with a golden corse.” “You're up a little, ain't you?” to the lad. probably hearing—and digs again into his pocket. He plays three numbers all at once with the whole remainder of his pile; loses on all of them, and for a moment his eyes appear to be somewhat moist. Then, his mind working, he remembers the neces- sity for a “sport” to appear “game,” gives himself a sort of shake, and goes to the dingy liquor cabinet, presided over by a taciturn old negro, and, on this boiling hot night, drinks off a heaping giass of raw whisky. Unable to tear himself away, he goes over to the faro table to watch the game. An Eastern John Oakhurst. The most striking thing about a faro game, ‘everywhere in this world, is the calm inscrutability of the dealer and the lookout; the inflexible calmness of them, the immobility of their features, the char!- ness of their speech, the deftness of their eyes and hands. This dealer of the faro game in the shack on the Virginia hill is a John Oakhurst without Jchn Oakhurst's “spirituality” of countenance. Like Oak- hurst, his trame seems to have been com- : SS pletely shorn of nerves—but he is a heavy | The Walter Was ‘Too Quick of Tan, smooth-faced and well-complexioned, Thought. with a singularly handsome, classical coun- tenance, and a cold gaze from his serene blue eyes such as must have pro®eeded from the eyes of a rich Roman outworn in his youth. His hands are models, shapely, white, long-fingered, with pink-manicured nails; and he caresses the box in front of him between bets as a woman strokes a kitten. His eyes are never raised to the faces of the players—io him they ure au- tomatons; his placid gaze takes in only the table and the heaps of chips lying on the cards therein embedded. It is the business of the lookout, sitting in a revolving chair at the dealer's side, to exercise the sharp powers of observation over buth players and table; and he does it thoroughly, per- fectly, without ever making a mistake, while looking like a man more than half asleep. He is a grizzled man who looks as if he might know a tale cr two of the “hells” of Creede and Cripple Creek. Tired- ness is placarded all over him; and he lcoks at the kaleidoscope of the table with the bored gaze of a man watching the an- tics of a frolicsome dog. Yet nothing es- capes him, and when disputes break out, as they occasionally do among the players, he arbitrates with the low voice of a man talking near a sick room. All Sorts <nd Conditions. Who are the players? Take a city direc- tery, and pick out all of the avocations of men therein given; in the course of a week or two you might perhaps find at least one faro table. At the table tonight there are two professed race followers; but the re- mainder are men who, for all one may know to the contrary, may go to church o° Yf d| From the Northwestern Christian A@vocate. A certain literary German, whose manner of speaking was extremcly deliberate, and who disapproved of impetuosity of any sort and under any circumstances, had an amusing experience in a restaurant one day. = He was a well-known figure among the patrons of this particular establishment, as he seldom dined anywhere else, and he was generally served by a waiter who had become used to his way of speaking; but one day a new waiter took his order and brought his soup. “I cannot eat this soup,”’ said the gentle- man, slowly, not looking up from his plate. The man seized the soup plate before the customer could finish the sentence, and vanished with it. He reappeared in a moment with another supply of the same soup, which he placed before the gentleman, and then stood re- garding him with an anxious face, wonder- ing what could be the reason for the goup remaining untouched. 3 “T cannot eat this soup,” again slowly re- marked the literary man. “Why not, sir? What is the matter?” stammered the unhappy waiter, who had been told he was serving an important per- son. “TI cannot eat this soup,’’ said the literary genius, calmly, for the third time, “because I have not as yet been provided with a spoon!” ——E———EE The Old Man Was Wrong. From the Cleveland Leadez. “Now, then,” exclaimed the frate father, as he squared off and began rolling up his sleeves, “I want you to explain why you stole my daughter away!” “I didn't steal her,” the young man ré- plied. “She went willingly, and there isn’{ a court on earth that will not agree with me.” “You le!” the trembling old gentleman cried; “you know you lie! You got her onto that tandem bicycle of yours and car ried her away. Speak! Is it not so?” ~“It is true,” the other replied, “that we went away on a tandem, but,that fact on- ly proves: that I could not possibly have taken her against her will. Have you ever been on a tandem S Ni sereamed the stricken father; “never!” “Ten that accounts for your ignorance in the present case. Didn't you know that @ woman gencrally sits in front and picks out the course to be pursued?” With a heart-breaking groan the white- haired old man sank down, crying: “Alas! 'Tis true, I hadn’t thought of that. What’ll you have?” —————+e0e —_____ All the Same. man of most of these avocations at this Sundays. Certainly you occasionally see them sitting on the steps of their homes on warm evenings, and meet them going to their offices_in the morning. And if any of them are talkative men under ordinary cir- cumstances, here at the faro table they are sparing enough of their speech. The in- tensity of players at a faro table is as great as that of jurors in a murder triai. ‘When one man, perhaps a trifle in liquor, From Lite, Correspondent—It has been said that ‘you. are superstitious about Friday, gen- eral.” General Weyler—“Nonsense! I would as scon fight on Friday as any other day.” os “I must have been a fool when kyns, glaring At the Cabinet. speaks above the conventional subdued faro murmur, the other the bluntness of ; { oe Satling = Portage Y Head of Lake Le Berg: R lake LeBarpe An Tahkeena River 1% Miles Enis Norse Reps Cycanvon Gfmiles Hootalingua RCT River e 1¢Miles ver 25]M reMiles Lak& Cariboo i \\ Crossing 2 Mikes Zaxe Gennerr & Summit of ChilkootPass From the New York Herald. ‘ROUTE TO THE KLONDIKE. THE YUKON FIELD Difficulties Which Prospectors for Gold Must Prepare For. STORY OF THE GOVERNMENT EXPERTS Energy, Cash and Physical Endur- ance Among the Requisites. Se ee ars THE EXTENSIVE AREA eS There is one thing which has been defi- nitely settled in regard to the Klondike, and that is the way the name is to be spelled hereafter. It was decided by the geological survey, Friday afternoon, that an “i was to be used instead of “y.” Ge- ologist Spurr. who has been there several times, spells it this way in his report, and the survey sets the pace in this respect. While this may appear a trivial matter, it is not, so far as the public ts concerned. Everything that pertains to Alaska, the Yukon and Klondike regions at the present time is regarded with the greatest inter- est. Never before has any one topic been so attractive to the people of the United States. The Cuban question has been shelved, the probabilities of a war with Spain or Japan are discussed very little. “On to the Klondike” is now the watch- word. The trouble is that in their desire to reach the gold field, and be numbered among the fortunate who have taken the golden nugget and dust from the bowels of the earth, the would-be prospectors think little of the many difficulties and obstacles to be encountered in that region. The de- sire for gold does away with all reason and logic in regard to-other matters, many per- sons even starting on the trip without funds or provisions. It is not hard to Prophesy what will be their fate, for, not- withstanding the sentimental stories pub- lished at various times of mining camps, there is really no sentiment connected with them. When Supplies Ran Out. * A story is related, and it is vouched for as being true in every particular, of the experiences of the members of a govern- ment expedition who were up somewhere in the Yukon region. Their supplies ran out, and their cash was exhausted. They had expected to receive a letter containing a check or cash at a certafii point, but were disappointed, and ‘were practically destitute. Famine stared them in the faco, but the miners, with the greedjof gold de- stroying all their better, nature, either laughed at them or ignored them alto- gether. None would raise,a helping hand, and they would have fared badly if they had not received the e: jletter later. No one need expect to,receive the good Samaritan treatment in,,.the; Klondike. Every person will be for himself, and it will be an object lesson of, the survival of the fittest in every respect. The miners, however, it 18 Noped, lates, will not be entirely without the benefit of soothing hands, and wordsi of comfort and cheer, when they fall sicki as.anany doubt- Jess will in the long days:;of exposure dur- ing the frosts of winter and freshets of the spring. E The Women Pfjneérs. ‘Two prominent Catholic .sisters arrived recently in San Francisco from Massachu- setts on. their way to Alaska, where they will establish a convent of the order of St. Ann, an extensive Canadian organization founded by Bishop Bourget in 1848. schocl of this character in Alaska, and our headquarters will be at St. Michaels. We shall open a school for white children ex- clusively, and the white children from vth- er missions will be brought to our school, for the purpose is to separate all the whites from the Indians. I have had a great deal of experience in teaching, though not. among Alaskans, but children are about the same the world over. Where I taught last year we had 1,200 children in the parochial school. My companion does not speak very much English, as she is French. While I am Irish, I speak French, and we get along all right. Not After Gold. “We do not expect to find any gold nug- gets there, but we hope to win some souls to Christian Ife and do some good to our fellow beings. I wrote to the mother pro- vincia! that we were glad to come into the country and be of whatever service we could to the cause. From what I hear, I believe the Jesuits will soon seek aid for the establishment of proper hospitals in the Klondike country. There is consider- able sickness up there, and there are many accidents among the miners. It is probable that sisters from the far north will come to the Klondike hospitals, because, as they are inured to the climate, they can do the work with far less risk than would be in- curred by sisters coming from a temperate region. You may feel sure that as soon as there is need of extra hospital facilities, some of the Catholic orders will be on the ground and establish what is needed. “We have made ample provision in ad- vance for the clothing and other supplies we will need temporarily in the new field of work. As our people have had many years of experience up that way, we were fully informed of our needs. We think there is a fine field for usefulness up there, and we were curious to see the country also. You see, no one in our position is forced to go to any such service. Such matters are always left to choice.” Information, of Interest. A transpcrtation company !s sending out circulars containing some information of interest to persons who think cf venturing into the gold fields. Among otner details 1s the following: “To begin with, the Yukon country will never be anything but a mining one. It is a country of great mineral wealth, very extensive, and the nature of the couniry is such that it will take centuries to ex- haust it. There is a large area of country yet unexplored. Interior transportation 1s difficult. Cost of living necessarily quite high; yet, compared with the opening ot other new countries, very moderate., “The country is healthy, climate warm; duting the summer the days are long and quite dry, during the winter the days are short and very cold. “The ground is frozen to a great depth, prospecting and mining necessarily slow and difficult. Heretofore the season in which active work could be done was only about four months, but during the last two years a new method called burning has been tried with great euccess. By means of fires and tunnels, work is prosecuted during the long winter, and the pay dirt | taken out and laid on the bank, all ready for the sluice box when the water runs during the short summer months. This en- ables the miners to work the year around to a very good advantage and much to their gain. The opportunities for good, practical miners in the interior of Alaska are considered good, compared with other (dirty red at that, gingham Mother Hub! portions ot our country. It is strictly a mining country, and no one should go there unless physically fitted to cope with the obstacles and hardships ef the country and determined to become a miner, and provided with sufficient means after reac! ing the country to live one year, by which time they will have become acclimated and acquainted with the country and work, and after that their success depends entirely upon their own exertions. The Prerequisites. “If you are physically fitted for the hard- ships of an Alaska mining camp, have tlie energy and staying qualities so necessary to a successful prospector and miner, suf- ficient means to cover the expense of reach- ing the country and supporting yourself until you can get some returns from your labor, then the interior of Alaska offers a geod opportunity: all others we would ad- vise to give Alaska a wide berth. “The influx of miners and prospectors the coming season will in a mild way re- semble the ‘stampedes' of the past of other newly-opened gold fields; yet this country is so vast, covered with a network of vir- gin streams, all of the known mineral wealth that the opportunities are almost unlimited, and no hardy, energetic man, ego fitted and financially fixed, who as the courage and determination to face the particular hardships and privations of prospecting and mining Alaska’s interior, need pomete for fear that the field will all laken. “There is positively no opening in the in- terior for professional men, such as law yers, doctors, nor for clerks, book- keepers, salesmen, etc., and very little, any, for mechanics, carpenters, etc. Every practical miner is fairly handy with tools, and with the help of his friends can do all the necessary work in building his log cabin.” One of the I Nothing has as yet been published in re- gard to the terrible disease known as “white swelling,” which is one of the ills of existence for “placer” miners. It is a peculiar disease, arising from long exposure to water in washing the gold in the streams. The limbs swell until they be- come almost as large as the body of an or- dinary man, and there are few cases which do not end fatally. This is asserted by the miners who have seen its ravages in the days of °49 and at divers times and places. aS UGLY SISTERS, An Old Soldier Tells His Expericace With a Homely Duo. From the Cincinnati Comm ‘ial Tribune. “And that reminds me.” said another vet- eran, “of a Mttle incident that happened when we were in eastern Kentucky after Humphrey Marshall. Or maybe he was after us. I’m rot certain. Anyhow, we had passel through a country where the women were proverbially ugly. We had passed hundreds during the day, and gen- erally they called us Yanks, or any old rame to make us mad. But we never mind- ed ‘em. It pleased "em and didn’t hurt u ‘But some of the boys'got rattled afte a while and concluded to fire a volley back when the chance came, as it soon did. At 'a farm house of con: erable pretension, as far as style and size was concerned, was a girl learing her chin on her hands, her hands on an old swinging gale. “Go it, Yanks, or ol’ Humphrey’ll kitch youns,’ she shoute She was the ugli Woman you ever saw. Touseled hair, and rd, snub rosed and bare footed. Oh, she was a picture. Johnny Dill of our company stepped out of the rani and surveyed her. ““‘Say,” he said, ‘if you'll find me an uglier woman than you are I'll give you this five- dollar bill.” “Just then her sister put her head out of a window and mad some remark.” “‘For Lord’s sake.’ said Johnny she is. You get the money.’ “And he went and left the five on the Liquid Fuel. From the National Recorder. Liquid fuel is coming into general use among engineers, and there can be little doubt that if road carriages are to be pro- relled by steam, the only fuel admissible will be some form of petroleum. At a late meeting of the Northeast Coast Institution in South Shields, Mr. R. R. Wallis read a paper giving the results of many experi- ments to ascertain the calorific and evap- orative value of ¢arious oils as fuel for steam raising. In comparing coal and oil he shows that the value of each varies greatly with the quality and circumstances under which burned, oll doing from one and a half to two and a half times the work of an equal weight of coal. This is accounted for, first, by the complete combustion of oil without loss of heat in soot or smoke ec- end, because there are no fires to clean with the accompanying loss of heat and fall of steam pressure, the pressure and revolution of the engines being maintained; third, because the boiler tubes are always clean and in the best condition for the heat from gases passing through them to the boiler, and fourth, because the temperature of the escaping gases may be lower than is necessary to create the draught necessary for coal firing. There are no bars nor thick fire for the air to force its way through the required amount of air can be drawn through the furnace by a lower uptake temperature, and the admission of air be- ing under complete control and the fuel burned in fine particles in close contact with the oxygen of the air, only a very small excess of air is required. It occupies, moreover, only half the space needed for coal. en They All Held Him Up. From the Philadelphia Record. Joseph Brelsford of Bridesburg relates a series of amusing incidents he experienced one night recently with policemen and private watchmen while on his way home carrying a bag of bricklayer’s tools. “Joe,” as he is femiliarly known, had been doing some brick work around the boilers in a large establishment on Market street, and started to go home about 3 o'clock in the morning, carrying his bag of tools. His first encounter was with a private watch- man, who stepped out from the shadow of a deorway hear 9th street, and demanded to know what he had in his bag. Joe threw the bag down with a thud and answered: “I don’t know.” “Well, you should know, shouldn’t you?” asked the watchman. “Yes; I guess I ought to, but if you want to know look in it and find out for your- self.” “Tools?” said the watchman. “Yep, answered Joe. “Guess you can go on,” said the watchman. The next was a po- liceman at 7th street, and the next a pri- vate watchman at 6th street, where the same questions and answers were forth- coming. At 3d stroet he met a more reso- lute policeman, who insisted upon knowing all about it, but just then a Bridesburg night car came along, and the sang out: “Going up, Joe i Joe; “but just wait a goes through my kit.” policeman, as he turned away, you'r’. all right. From Life. “He has consulted every prominent doc- tor in the country, and now they say his case is hopeless.” “Why, I thought he expected to be cured.’ “But that was before his money ran out.” From Life. es ONE OF THE EMBARRASSMENTS. . HOTELS. ‘This List Appears Every Saturday, HOTEL INFORMATION FREE. 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