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• •.• \eare....\-...eeeseeMe.0 , -.../Nsteeere•vesee - e-.~. For The Term of His Natural Life 13y MARCUS CL.,.ARKEI CHAPTER V.—(Continued.) The woman of whom they were speak- ing met him at the ladder. Her face was paler than usual, and dark circles round her eyes gave evidence of a sleepless night. She opened her red lips to speak. and then, seeing Vickers, stdrieied eti- - guptly. \Well what Is it?\ She looked from one to the other. \1 Same for Doctor Pine.\ I. V ckers, with the quick Intelligence - ---,- ef affection, guessed her errand. \Some en• is Mt\ \Miss Sylvia, sir. It is nothing to sig- nify, I think. A little feverish and hot, and my mistress---' - — -------- Ticker, was down the leader in an he.. Mane with seared face. Pine caughtthe girl's round, firm arm. \Where have you been?\ Two great flakes of red came out le her white cheeks, and she shot an India- naut glance at Blunt. \Were you with the child last night?\ went on Pine. \No; I have not been in the cabin since diener yesterday. Mrs. Vickers only called me In just now. Let go my arm, air; you hurt me.\ Pine loosed his hold as if satisfied at the reply. \I beg your pardon,\ he said, gruffly. \I did not mean to hurt you. But the fever has broken out in the prison, and I think the child has eauglat it. You must be careful where you go.\ Sarah Purfoy stood motionless for an instant, hit deadly terror. Her lips part- ed, her eyes glittered, and she made a movement as though to retrace her steps. \Poor soul!\ thought honest Blunt, \how she feels for the child! That ubberly surgeon, he's hurt her! Never mind, my lass,\ be' said, aloud. It was i i broad daylight, and be had not all much courage in lore making as at night. \Don't be afraid. I've been in ships with fever before now.•' . Awaking, as it were, at the sound of, his voice, she came closer to him. \But ship fever! I h•v• heard of It! Men have died like rotten sheep in crowded vessels like this.\ \Tush! Not they. Don't be fright ened; Miss Sylvia won't die, nor you neither.\ He took her hand. \It may knock off • few dozen prisoners or so. They are pretty close packed down there. What is the matter?\ ,\Nothing—a pain. I did not sleep last night. I hare the toothache,\ said she, putting her hand to her face. \Take some laudanum,\ Rays Blunt, with dim recollection,' of ha old mother'. treatment of such ailments. \Old Pine'll give you some. No, I'll get it for you. You shan't ask that bear for it. Come Into nay cabin.\ Blunt's cabin was in the starboard ete. ..4 •,‘... .6t., j......• .....1.. •1.. — mid possessed three windows—one look- ing out over the side, and two upon deck. The corresponding cabin on the other side was occupied by Mr. Mau- rice Frere. He closed the door and took down a small medicine chest. \Here said he, opening it. \I've carried this little box for years, but it ain't oft•n I want to use It. Now, then. put some of this Into your mouth, and hold it there.\ Jr been for the counter excitement of the burning ship, it is possible that Pine's precaution would have been thrown away. The \old hands,\ who had been through the passage before, suspected, but said nothing save among them - 'selves. It is likely that the weak and sickly would go first, and that there mould be more room for those remain- ing. The \old hands\ were satisfied. Three of these old hands were coa- t ersing together just behind the pisrti- Von of Dawes' bunk. 'The berths were five feet square, and each contained six men. No. 10, the berth occupied by Dawes, was situated in the corner made by the joining of the starboard and cen- ter lines, and behind it was a slight re- cess, in which the scuttle was fixed. His \mates\ were at present but three in number, for John Rex and a cockney tailor had been removed to the hospital. The three that remained were now in deep conversation in the shelter of the recess. Of these, a giant seemed to be the chief. His name was Gabbett He was a returned convict The other two were a man named Sanders, known as \the Moocher,\ and Jemmy Vetch, the \Crow.\ They were talking in whis- per., but Rufus Dawes, lying with his head close to the partition, was enabled to catch much of what they said. At first the conversation turned on the catastrophe of the burning ship. From this it grew to anecdote of wreck and adventure, and at last Gabbett said something which made the listener start from his indifferent efforts to slumber into sudden, broad wakefulness. It was the mention of his own name, coupled with that of the woman he had met on the quarter-deck. \I saw her speakin' to Dawes yester- day,\ said the giant, \we don't want no more than we've got. I ain't goin' to risk my neck for Hex's fancies, and so I'll tell her.\ \It was something about the kid,\ says the Crow, in his elegant slang. \I don't believe she ever saw him before.\ \If I thort she was agoin' to throw us over, I'd cut her throat as soon as look at her,\ snorts °Abbott, savagely. \Jack ud have a word In that,\ snuf- fle, the Moocher; \and he's a curious eove to quarrel with.\ \Well grumbled Mr. Gabbett, \and let's have no more chaff. If we're for Menem, let's come to biznesa.\ \What are we to do nowt\ asked the Moocher. \Jack's on the sick list, and the gal won't stir a'thont him.\ \My dear friends,\ *aid the Crow. \my keylnd and keriatian friends, it is to be regretted that when neon.' gave 3on such tremendously thick skulls, she didn't put something inside of 'em. say that now's the time. Jack's in the 'orspital: what of that? That don't illn1e0 It uo IreLarg ....... 1.• vv... a bit of it; Ariel, if he drops hie knife and fork, why then it's my opinion that the gal won't stir a peg. It's on his account, not ouga, that she's been \Good gracious, Captain Blunt, you'll poison me! Give me the bottle; I'll help myself. You need not fear. I've used it before.\ And she put the bottle in her pocket. Her tears were all dry long ago, and had only given increased color to her face. This agreeable woman never wept long enough to make herself distaste- ful. She raised her dark eyes to his for a moment, with a saucy smile, and 'min- ed her cabin. It was next to that of her mistress, and she could hear the sick child feebly moaning. Her eyes filled with tears, real onen this tittle. \Pour little thing.\ she said; \I hope she uon't die.\ And then she threw herself on her bed and burled her hot head in the pillow. The intelligence of the fever seemed to have terrified her. Had the news 'Beer - ranged some well -concocted plan ef hers? Being near the •ecomplishment of some cherished scheme, long kept in view, had the sudden and unexpected presence of disease falsified her carefully made cal- culations, and east an almost Insur- mountable obstacle in her petit? \She die! and through me? How did I know that h• had s fever? Perhaps I have taken it mxnelf. I feel Ili.\ She turned over on the bed, its if In pain, end then started to a sitting position, stung by • sudden thought. \Perhaps he might die! The fever spreads quick- ly, and If so, ell this plottinp will have been useless. It most be done at once. It will never do to break down now,\ and taking the phial from her pocket, she heM it up, to see how much it con- tained. It was three parts full. \Enough for both,\ sh• said, between her set teeth. The action of holding up the bottle reminded her of Blunt, slid she smiled. \I'll go through with it. and, If the war.' comes; to the worst. I can fell back on Maurice.\ She loosened the eork of the phial. so that it would ruins out with as little noise aa peesible. and then placed it earefully in her beinoni. \I will get a little sleep if I earl,\ she said. \They have got the note, 11141 It shall be done to -night.\ -- CHAPTER VI. The felon, Rufus Dawes, had stretch- ed himself In his bunk and tried to sleep. But though he was tired and sore, and his head felt like lead, he could not but keep broad awake. The long pull through the pure air. If it had tired him, had revived him, and he j felt strong- er; but for all that the fatal sickness that Was on him maintained its hold, his pulse beat thickly, and his brain throbbed with unnatural beat. I.ying in his narrow space, in the send -darkness. he tossed his limbs about and closed his eyes in vain; he could not sleep. flu Doreen efforts Induced only an oppress- ive stagnation of thought, through which be beard the voices of his fellow -con- victs; while before his eyes was the • burning Hydespeee—that vessel whom deetruction had destroyed f all trees of the unhappy Richard Devine. As yet there had been no storm of fever. The three seizures had excited gems senuneet, however, and had It not manoovering. ain't \Well!\ nays Mr. Gabbett. with the air of one who w hut partly con- vineed. \I s'pose it is.\ \All the more reason of getting it off quick. Another thing, when the boye know there's fever aboard, you'll see the rumpus there's be. They'll he reedy enough to join us then. Once get the snapper-eheet, and we're right as nine-penn'orth o'h•penee.\ This conversation had an intense in (crest for Rufus Dawes. Plunged Into prison, hurriedly tried, and by reason of his surroundings ignorant of the death of his father and his own fortune, he had hitherto held aloof from the scoun- drels who surrounded him. He now saw his error. He knew that the name he had once possessed was blotted out. that any shred of his old life which had dung to him hitherto was shriveled in the Are that consumee the flydaspes. Richard Devine Was dead—lost at sea with the crew of the ill-fated vessel in which—deluded by a skillfully sent let- ter from the prison—his mother believ- ed him to have sailed. Rufus Dawes. alone should live. Rufus Da wes---the convicted felon, the suspected murderer, should live to claim his freedom. With his head swimming, and his brain on fire, he eagerly listened for more,. \But we can't stir Without the girl,\ Gabbett said. \She's got to stall off the sentry.\ The Crow prodeced • dirty scrap of paper, over which his companions eag- erly bent their heads. \Where did yer get that?\ asked Gab twit. \Yesterday afternoon Sarah was standing on the deck throwing hits o' tok• to the gulls, end I saw her •-look- ing at me very hard. At last she came down as near the barricade as she demi. and throwed crumbs and inch -like up lu the air over the side. By and by a pret- ty big lump, doughei up round, fell doe. to my foot, and, watching a favorable opportunity. I pouched it. Inaid• was the , bit o' rag -bag.\ The writing, though feminine In char- acter. warn bold and distinct. Sarah had evidently been mindful of the education of her Mende. and had desirei to gi•• then' as little trouble as possible. \All is right. Watch me when I come up to -morrow evening at three bells. If I drop my handkerchief, get to work at the time agreed on. The sentry will be safe.\ Rufus Dawes, though his eyelid' would sesreely keep open, and a terrible lassitud• alnioat paralyzed his limbs, eagerly drank in the whispered sentence. There was a conspiracy to seise th• ship. Sarah Purfoy was in league with the convicts. She heel None on board armed with • plot, and this plot was about to be put in execution. True, that the head of this formida- ble chimera—John Rex, the forger—was absent, but the two hands, or rather claws ---the burglar and th• prison break- er--wers present, and the slimly made effeminate Crow, if he had not the brains of hie master, yet made up for his flac- cid muscles and nerveless frame by • cat -like cunning anti a spirit of volatility that nothing could subtitle. With such a powerfnl ally ontebie as the mock maid servent, the chance of sureess was 'pompously Increased. There were one hundred and eighty convieta and but lifts soldier,. If the first rush proved suc- cessful, the vessel wee theirs. Rufus Dawes thought of the little bright -hair- ed child who had rim so ooafidingly to meet him, and shuddered, \There!\ said the Crow, with a sneer- ing laugh, 'what do you think of that? Does the girl look -like disappointing us now?\ There was silence for a minute or twq, The giant was plunged in gloomy ab- straction and Vetch and the Moocher interchanged a significant glance. Gab- bett had been ten years at the colonial penal settlement of Macquarie Harbor, and be had memories that he did not confide to his companions. When he in- dulged lit one of these fits of recollection, his friends found it best to leave him to himself. Rufus Dawes was no longer stimulat- ed by outward sounds, his senses appear- ed to fin him. The blood hushed into his eyes and ears. He made a violent, Vila effort to retain his consciousness, but with a faint cry fell back, striking his head against the edge of the bunk. The noise roused the burglar in an M- eant. There was some one in the berth! The three looked into each other's eyes, In guilty alarm, and then Gabbett dash- ed round the partition. \It's Dawes!\ said the Moocher. \We had forgotten him!\ \He'll join us, mate, he'll loin us!\ cried Vetch, fearful of bloodshed. Gabbett, flinging himself on to the prostrate figure, dragged It, head fore - moot, to the fioor. The sudden vertigo had saved Rufus Dawes' life. The rob- ber twisted one brawny hand in his shirt, and pressing the knuckles down, prepared to deliver a blow that should forever silence the listener, when Vetch caught his arm. \He's been asleep,\ he cried. \Don't hit him! See, he's not awake yet.\ A crowd gathered round. The giant relaxed his grip, but the convict gave only a deep groan, and allowed his head to fall on his shoulder. Gabbett took another look at the purp- ling face and the bedewed forehead, and then sprang erect, rubbing at his right hand, as though he would rub off some- thing sticking there. \He's got the fever!\ he roared, with a terror-stricken grimace. \I've seen it before to -day. The typhus is aboard and he's the fourth man down!\ The circle of beast -like faces, stretched forward to \see the fight,\ widened at the half -comprehended, ill-omened word. It Wali as though a bombshell had fallen into the group. Rufus Dawes lay on the deck motionless, breathing hen vily. The savage circle glared at his prostrate body. The alarm ran round, and all the prison crowded down to stare at him. All at once he uttered a groan, and turn- ing, propped his body on his two rigid arms, and made RO effort to speak. But no sound issued from his convulsed jaws. \He's done,\ said the Moocher, brutal- ly. \He didn't hear nuffin'.\ The noise of the heavy bolts shooting back broke the spell. The first detach- ment were coming down from \exercise.\ The door Was flung back, and the bayo- nets of the giiiird gleamed in a ray -of sunshine that shot down the hatchwakt, This glimpse of annlight—omarkling at • th• fetid and etiffieg prison—seemed to mock their miseetee. It was as though heaven laughed at them. By one of those terrible and strange impulses which animate crowds, the mass, turning from the siek man, leaped toward the doorway. The inte- rior of the prison flashed white with suddenly turned faces. The gloom scin- tillated with rapidly moving hands. \Ale air! Give us air!\ \That's it!\ said Sanders to his com- panions. \I thought the news would rouse 'em.\ Oabbett—all the savage In his blood stirred by the sight of flashing eyes and wrathful faces—would have thrown him- self forward with the rest, but Vetch plucked him back. ''It'll be over in a moment.\ he said. \It's only a fit they've got.\ (To be motioned.) WATER ON THE PLANET MAR\& Madge* el Season as They (Soca+ eg tie Nalethee Neighbor. A beautiful scientific story of achievement that makes the reader question the veracity of the writer, or, at least, to doubt his expectation of being taken seriously, is recorded in the Monthly Weather Review, the Jour nal published by the United States De- partment of Agriculture. It refers to' the recent acquisition/ of knowledge in regard to the planet Mars and publish ed elsewhere would be regarded as clever fiction by a man of scieutific at- tainments. The facts are largely the result of observations made at the Flagstaff ob- servatory, In Arizona, which have sup- plemented the classic studies of Schlep- arelli of Milan, who laid the founda- tions for current theories and knowl- edge of the earth's newel& planetary neighbor. Modern astronomical equipment has made It possible to recognize changes in the seasons that take place in Mars. These vary much in intensity analogous to mundane experience. But It is beet to quote the author verbatim In order ta appreciate the almost incredible dIscov cries of the modern astronomical ob- server, lie says; \The melting of the great fields of snow around the planet's polar regions, as each Martian winter 'closes and spring comes eon, gives rise to great streams of water (we call it water in the absence of any evidence as to the specific nature of the fluid), and as these streams flow toward the equator a band of green, like grass of foliage, spreads out on both sides so that we seem justified In concluding that the atmosphere and the vegetation as well as the climate of Mars have some analogy with our own period. \It is found, however, very strange, that we find no appearance of cloud OD that planet, as though It were possible for water, snow, irrigation and vegeta- tion to exist without clouds or rain. Of course vapor could diffuse from a re- gion of water to one of snow, but not vice versa. We must still study to find out whether this occurs on Mara,\ The Flagstaff observers declare they can tell when the Maruan winter be- gins by the appearance of fields of snow or frost, which appear In the re eons corresponding to our polar areas. Last year the first appearance of win ter was observed on May 19, -the early winter relative to the earth's being fine to a different inclination of Mars' axis of rotation. Draws out. \That Westerner seemed to be tell- ing you some pretty tall tales.\ \Yea he was telling me that out his wny it was nothing unusual to harvest 150 bushels of wheat to the acre.\ \Of course, you told him that was a lie.\ \Not exactly. I merely remarked that it Was a 'cereal story.'\ --Phila- delphia I'ress. His Favorite.. After many years Remus returned to the old folks in the little Dixie cab- in. There was much rejoicing. \Pee boy,\ said the old father, \yo' am de prodigni.en Ah am gwine to kill de fatted calf.\ Rut Remus protested. \Fatted calf?\ he echoed. \Hub! Doan kill no fatted calf fob dig child. Kill a fatted 'possum.\ Net the Peewee Contents. Newitt—it certainly is a great me tabliehment They're sticklers for system there; everything in Its right place.\ Casnidy—Oh, Oi duuno! Whin 01 whit through there 01 seen a lot o' red buckets marked 'For Fire Only,' an' fair, there was wather in thinal\— Philadelphia Press. Wasted. Tese—Mey floaniley is making just the loveliest hat for herself. tub, It's simply the sweetest -- Jess—Oh, what's the use? She'll spoil it. Tess—Not at all. She's got It al- most finished and it's perfect. Jesis—Yes, but I mean she's going to wear it —Philadelphia Prem. IT TOUCHED HIM NOT. His Wife's Sarcasm Went Peet His Dulled Ears. Mr. Nippy is reading the evening pa- per. Ile pretends to be listening to Mrs. N1ppy's remarks concerning the telephone rich Mrs. N.—And this morning, when I went to call up the grocery she kept me waiting half an hour. Said the line wes busy. I know it wasn't, bat there I had to stand. And all the housework put back so far I haven't caught up yet Isn't there a manager or somebody to report there thtngs to? Mr. N.—Yes. Mrs. N.—Will you do It for me to- morrow? Mr. N.—Do what? Mrs. N.—Report the telephone girL Mr. N.—What for? Mrs. N.—I've been telling you what for this last half hour. You're not lis- tening. Mr. N.—Yea, I am. I'll attend to it Mrs. N.—And you might put In a complaint about the way she rings us up and calls me from all parts of the house to answer, and then say It's a mistake. It has happened three times a day ever since they cnanged ells at central. Will you register a kick about that, too? Mr. N.—Mmm. Mrs. N.—And will you tell the super intendent, or whoever he is, that your wife is married to an old, selfish, red. headed deaf-mute? Mr. N.—Um-hum. Mrs. N.—And that he wears a glaze Fell Flat. \Parson Richly used to have the as - piled head terribly, but now he's • very decent sort of a fellow, Vhat changed him?\ \Some one called on him uuexpeet-i idly one night at a banquet to re -1 e pon.1 to a toast lie's never had the . nerve to get up on his high bores' cloves as interauea Hem Isince!\:—Detreat Free Prem. \flow diet that young stripling get that diplomatic) position? Han lie ever shown any diplomatic ability?\ • \Yee indeed! H. landed the Job.\' —D•troft Pros Pram Situated in a narrow ravine on the south fork of the South Platte river, 48 miles from Denver, is the highest Jam on earth, knows) el the Cheesman dam. Its wall of solid masonry is 221 feet high, impounding more than 30,- 000,000,000 gallons of water. From an engineering viewpoint, its nearest rival is the famous Croton dam that im- pound. New York city's water supply. This contains more masonry and cost more money, but It doe. not hold as mueti water, .and its construction was not attended with so many or so great engineering difficulties. It almost seems as though Nature It- self had intended the site of Chees- iniin dam to some day be utilized as h great reservoir. The canon of the South Platte river at this point is not more than 35 feet wide at the bottom, arid the sides are almost vertical for nearly 100 feet. At this point the canyon begins to widen, so that 200 feet above the bottom It is 600 feet wide, and 220 feet above the bottom its width Is about 700 feet. From the bottom of the canyon to the summit of the dam the side walls are of solid granite. Before the masonry watt laid, the loose boulders, rocks and debris were re- moved. This work developed the fact that while the bottom contained pot holes, and the sides many irregulari- ties, yet there were no seams nor crev- ices. The dam was constructed of granite rubble masonry laid In Portland cc' uncut mortar, with the exception of the upstream face, which is of rough -point- ed granite ashlar. For the downstream fete, granite blocks of moderate size are need, making It one of the Moat handsome reservoirs to be seen any- where—as well as one that should last almost as long as the eternal hills. To the beauty of this work of man, are added the glories of the Rockies -- towering mountains rising in the dis- tance capped with everlasting snow, whispering pines, rugged boulders and sapphire skien. The width of the dam on top Is 18 feet, with a 14 -foot road' way. At the bottom It is 176 feet wide. The elevation of the top of the parapet walls above the sea Is 6,865 feet. The primary object of this great en- gineering work is to supply the city of Denver with water. Incidentally water is supplied for the irrigation of several thousand acres of land In the valley of the South Platte river. The artificial lake created by the Chessman dam covers an area of 84 acres, extend- ing up South Fork valley five miles, up Goose creek two miles, and up Turkey creek one mile and a half. This reser- voir is filled with the melted snows of the Rocky Mountains, furnishing prob- ably the purest water enjoyed by any large city in the world. So capacious is the reservoir that the water always in storage would suffice for the 200,000 Inhabitants of Denver and its suburbs for five years.—Williamsport (Pa.) Grit HERR MOST, In Boyhood Football of Fate, He Became the Apostle of Hat*. Herr Johann Most who died in Cin- cinnati the other day, was the high priest of anarchy. Brought up under the most adverse circumstances, disfig- ured from boyhood, ill-treated by lite m ( i l rt fi ti n i d 8 Tri first employer, kicked and cuffed abotit Europe by soldiery and police, he grew into one of the most rantankeroue phil ore - Thera and reddest revolutionists of modern times. Most was born In. Ault's- bti r r n g p . r Germany,1,v,z54,0 11 managed to give the boy a fair elemen liCER JOHANN MOST. tttry education. In 18 - et young Most became il. and an operation was per- fortued, which disfigured his face for life. This did as much as anything else, perhaps, to sour his disposition. Then his mother died, and an urtey•n- pathetic stepmother came into his world to torment him to rebellion, lie was apprenticed to a bookbinder eye and a wooden leg and false teethl and after leurniug the trade went Wall . _ Mr. N.—Yea. &ring throw!' Italy, Switzerland and Mrs. N.—And you might add that Hungary. Ile found It difficult to get work, becnume, as he says in his auto ttography, his \facial disfigurement kept customers away.\ Most went to Zurich in 1887 end got work, escaping military service because of his deform ity. He imbibed socialistic ideal and started a (mune& against all organized government. In May, 1969, he made a violent speech denouncing the clergy, the military, the police and the middle clime. lie spent a month In Jail for this ontiireak. After passing other time in jail for !dinner offenses, Most was selected by the Socialists as a mission ery in Anetrin. The atith( Whet ban- ished him on May 2, 18/1, and be was your wife's husband has the measles. Will you do that, dear? Mr. N.—Yea Mrs. N.—That will be very kind of you. Beside., It's the truth. Isn't it? Mr. N.—Sure. Mrs. Snippy smiles sardonically and picks up her embroidery. Mr. Nippy (»Nunn with his reading in blissful it norance.—Newark News. Aare Wood Henepolleeit. Thereis a firm of decorators and fur attune -makers in this city which stands In the unique position of owning every piece of one kind of wood that is known to the markets of the world. t It is called \comino and was brought escorted to the frontier by a large pro from South America twenty-five years' (vision of workingmen. In Saxony he was not allowed to to this city by an expert in rare wooda . ago. lie saw its beauty and value speak publicly. hot be citified on the while It was in the rough, and after propogengs in the homes of WalffigOrk- buying all the logs he could lay his ere. He was made editor of the Chem - hands on he had them brought to New nits Freie Prow by his party, and York and sawed up into veneers, and semed a month in jail for making an 1 4a le t w h a a s ei su a m nd mo s n . V . convicted of 23 violations of law• lie head of the decorating firm In the 'ee( co . tM h t then stored his treasure away. i to nce n t r i , d pe le a ry r i ll Some time later be interested libe l wood, and the latter took It all off his' i hod then become an anarchist Of the moat radical type, advocating the nee hands. The wood is now slowly being .. 04. of tom, l , of tones, even essaesination by poison mad p e Into beautiful i and bomb. lie was elected to the ture that are the admiration of ex- ports principally for e beautiful te h ea li tReichetng twice. After panel! ..' many th mouths in ',thou he was ordered from looks like a superb piece of light -brows . i lab the our ace • w His went to London In 1879 and be Germany. satin that has been woven to resemble beton the publication of Freilieit When moire. Aside from Its.interest from A 'exit rider II. of Russia wen killed by the viewpoint of beauty, the wood \! nihilist', Most published Frelbeit with • tracts the attenUon of forestry em red border and an editorial expreseing parts owing to its extreme raritp.— a wish that all tyrants might be senitl New York Prem. like the Czar. The Russian and t. it is better to Malta one man laugh man governments milled the Brea.% than to make a hundred weep, government's attention to the article, and Moat was erresteo, tried, found guilty and sentenced to 16 months hard labor at Clerkenwell prison. On his re- lease lie sailed for New York, arriving In December, 1882. lie spent three terms on Blackwell's Island for Incen- diary utterances. His last imprison- ment was for publishing in Freiheit on the day ,President McKinley was shot an article entitled, Murder vs Murder. Most was not taken !seriously buy many - of his brethren. He was a the- atrteal and earnest talker and had tine flow of adjestives, chiefly denuncia- tory - . He au hieved some nuecees RA an I. toot he eitnearing et the Thalln as Old Baumert in the Weavers. lie had not !teen eoneptctiona as an ad- iocete of force In recent years and the radIcel anerchiste of the Emma Gold- iiiin stripe were at odds with him. Electric Lights from Windmill. Wind -made electricity holds out thi protnIse of becoming a great boon to rural districts; and the duty is near at hand when every fernier who has a windmill on his grounds can enjoy elec- :He lights and the many other services vitich electric power is capable of yield- ing. For many years, men have been trying to convert wind power into elec- tricity. R. NV. Wilson, of Westfield, hid., has worked out a practicable method of accomplishing it. In producing wind -made electricity, Wilton calls upon the windmill to per- form its customary function of pumping water. He leads the water into a hy- draulic regnIntor built on the principle of a water -lift, in which the 'treasure is controlled by weights, and from which It is released by means of autometio valves. This regulator Is the means of main- taining the even (treasure under all con- ditiona, whether the windmill Is revolv- ing fast or slow. Under the nuifonn preasure the wa- ter is passed from the hydraulic cham- ber through a water motor to which a dynamo is attached. Mr. Wilson demonstrates the success of the invention' at his own shop in Westfield, which Is brightly lighted with e Ind -made electricity, and to alt appearances it equals tbe etentn-mad• product that city folk enjoy. Million Bushels ot Wheat Wasted. \During 1905,\ writes George R. Metcalfe, M. E., in the Technical World Magazine, \the railroad/I of the United States ordered new locomotives to the number of 6,300, together with 8,300 passenger cars and 3 , 40.0(M freight cars. These last flguree give a good idea of the reintive Importance of passenger and freight traffic to a large railroad. The rail mills started the new year with orders for 2,500,000 tons on their books, \In spite of these great orders and In spite of the beet efforts of the railroad managers, pile after pile of thousands of hurdle!' of corn has been heaped up on the ground in Iowa, Kansas, and Nebraska, for want of storage roam or transportation facilities; while in North Dakota alone, over a million InIshels of wheat has rotted on the ground for want of freight care to move IL\ Tim Thaaktal Way. Thankful we wander in bloom and In blight, And rent in the red thorns the Mtge of light. And, toll being ended, we'll whisper \Good -night,\ And dream of • beaetiful morning! —Atlanta ronatitutibn. Did you ever encounter • lazy man who didn't attribute all his trials and tribulations to bad luck?
