The Tribune from Scranton, Pennsylvania • Page 9

THE SCR ANTON REPUBLICAN, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 21. 1900. DEMOCRATS OF THE FIRST Elected Threw Delegates to tlio State Convention In April. The Democrats of the First Legis lative district assembled yesterday af ternoon at 4 o'clock in Cosgrove's hall on North Main avenue and elected three delegates to the state convention tu be held at Harrisburg on April 5, namely, Messrs. Joseph Taylor, of the Fourteenth ward; William Cus ick.

of the Third ward, and P. Costello of the Sixth ward. A set of resolutions commending the proposed policy of the party and pledging sup port to its national, state and local candidates was introduced and unani mously adopted. Nearly every elec lion district was represented by a dele sate who was chosen Saturday's pri maries. In the absence of Mr.

John Gaffney, chairman of the legislative committee, Mr." James J. Flynn, secre tary of the same, called the convention to order, and incidentally read the official call for the convention and the list of delegates thereto. Temporary and permanent organizations were effected. Mr. John M.

of the Sixth ward was made tem porary and permanent chairman and Mr. James J. Flynn was retained as secretary. Mr. Thomas J.

Jennings of the Fourteenth ward, was endorsed as represen tative to the National Democratic con vention to be held at Kansas City, Mo. The committee appointed on reso lutions were Messrs. Thomas Cosgrove, John P. Mahon, M. J.

Fahey and Fred nick Warnke. After brief deliberation yiey presented the following resolutions which were unanimously adopted: "The Democrats of the First Leg islative district in convention assem bled, rejoicing in the fact that' the party of Jefferson and Jackson has taken its stand where it rightfully be longs and always should be as the party of the people, and against the trusts, the monopolists and the syndicates of Wall street and Lombard street, which have won exhorbitant protits out of the necessities of the government, caused by the enforced maintenance of the gold standard, therefore be it Resolved, That we reaffirm the platform of the National Democratic convention and upon which William Jennings Bryan was nominated for the presidency of the United States and we extend our congratulations to out noble champion upon the able and brilliant manner in which he discharged the trust reposed on him. Resolved, That combinations and monopolies in conflict with individual rights and hostile (o the development of individual and natural resource should be suppressed and we demand the vigorous enforcement of all antitrust laws and such additional legislation as may be necessary for their immediate and final suppression. Resolved, That as the sympathies of the American people are always enlisted1 on behalf of those who are battling for liberty and independence and tiie heroic struggle of the people of the Boer Republics is no exception to lie rule, we see no reason why the American government while observing every treaty obligation, should not take proper and effective action to secure for the struggling people of the Boer Republics liberty and indepen dence. Resolved, That the delegates this clay i to represent the First legislative district of the city of Scranton at the Democratic state con vention to be held at Harrisburg on April A.

1900, be and are hereby instructed to vote for T. J. Jennings for national delegate to represent Lackawanna county or the Eleventh Congressional district in the National Democratic convention of lwO. (Signed) JOHN P. MAHON, FREDERICK WARNKE, M.

J. FAHEY, THOMAS COSGROVE. The advisability of placing a candidate in the field for nomination for lie legislature was not discussed at yesterday's gathering, but it is said that such may be done in the neaT future. Two Democratic residents of the West Side have already been mentioned as possible candidates against the Republican nominee, Mr. Thomas J.

Reynolds. NOTES OF NOTABLES. The late Professor Hughes, F. R. inventor of the Hughes printing tele graph, bequeathed to the Royal Society for the furtherance of physical science.

Dr. William McNeil "Whistler, the brother of the artist of that name, who died in London the other day, was a surgeon in the Confederate army dur ing the Civil War. Mrs. Richard Hovey, widow of the poet wiho died a short time ago, has received a letter of condolence from Maeterlinck, whose plays Hovey trans lated at their author's request. Congressman Cousins is one of Iowa's most famous fishermen.

He spends every summer by a lake abounding in inacK Dass ana goes Ashing twice a day at sunrise and at sunset. Governor Mount, of Indiana, has in his wife an efficient helper. She assists him in the arrangement of his notes for speeches and attends iherself to the filing of the large collection of ppwspaper clippings. Emile Fouget, the new member of the French Academy, is rather a Bohemian with little of an immortal's dignity. Daily he walks down the Boulevard St.

Michel, balancing this cane and whistling loudly the latest popular song. Princess Mathllde Bonaparte, who was the almost constant companion of Empress Eugenie during "her recent illness in Paris, is a daughter tf King Jerome Bonaparte and was at one time betrothed to Napoleon III. Thomas Collier Piatt, senior Senator from New York, is the president of the United States Express company, and a millionaire. Owing to his commendable disinclination to say too much, ihe has been dubbed the "Sphynx of the Senate." Kimberley is not the first place in which Cecil Rhodes has been under nre. jn lniiu, just after his downfall, he went through the Matahplo and daily ran as good a chance of beiner ws mmpiesc trooper.

He never ramea any weapon, but used to Knup aooui wun only a riding switch Insurance In Japan. From the Chicago Tribune. American and European insurance com Panics desiring to enter Japan utrtw the new treaty are reported as having a hard Hrne of it Sixty companies are credited with having had their application re iwtehnfhccoun. of beln unab'e to comt ply with the stringent laws. A Life and Death Fight.

Mr W. H. HInes, of Manchester, la writing of his almost miraculous escape from death, says: "Exposure after measles induced serious lung trouble, which ended in Consumption had frequent hemorrhages and coughed night and day. AH my doctors said must soon die. Then I began to use Dr.

King's New Discovery fop Consumption, which completely cured me I would not be without it even if it $5.00 a bottle. Hundreds have jsed it on my recommendation and all say it never fails to cure Throat, Chest and Lung troubles Regular size DOc and 1.00. Trial bottlea free at Mathews Bros' drug store, BLUE HILL BEAN KILN. There is comfortable little town, called Blue Hill, because it is situated under the brow of a little mountain of that name, way down in one corner of Han cock county, which claims distinc ttfi as being the only town in the universe which has a town bean kiln "bean kill," the natives call it. It is an old in stitution, whereby over 99 per cent of tha Leans eaten in the town are baked.

Blue Hill doesn't vary from the aver age New England village in its loyalty to baked beans. Its profound respect for the bean as a staple article of diet may perhaps be especially marked, because it is of its beans that the town brags, As in other places, tastes differ, and, while some cling to the original big, fut yaller eye, others like the smaller pea bean, while the epicureans delight in the diminutive Californinn pea beau. But this is nil a matter of taste. The plebeian "yaller eye" and the aristocratic Califor nian all come together on the level in the bean kiln. There are baked beans and baked beans.

There is the New England golden brown kind, baked, with plenty of corn fed pork and something more than a dash. of molasses, for some zi hours over a slow, steady fire. Nothing different is allowed in New England, although Boston has pre empted the trade mark. Then there is the pale imitation, which is as dust and asbes to the wanderer from the New England fireside when, with disappointment, be encounters them outside of New England. The overage person in charge of a New England cuisine "picks over" the beans idiiy night.

Having nicked out all the foreign material which may have been left in the process of winnowing the thrashed beans in the wind which whistles around the northeast corner of the harn, the beans are "put to soak" until Saturday morning, when they are potted, with a generous slice of salt pork on top, sweetened with more or less molasses or sugar and perhaps spiced with a little mustard. Then they are baked all day Saturday in a slow oven or.at Blue Hill, 6ent to the "kill." The beans are first "broached" on Sat urday night, when the top layer is removed for supper, care being taken not to "mush" the balance, portions of which are served Sunday morning and as many times subsequently as the supply permits or the good nature of the "boarders" al lows. Beans are the great staple of the lum ber camps, of the coasting vessels and wherever convocations of hungry men gather together to satisfy their But about the great and only institu tion of Blue Hill. It was away back in the sixties when the Linscotts went to Blue Hill. They were brickiuakers from Hackensack.

One of the family, while on a visit to some of his people in Blue Hill, chanced to get mired in a mud puddle and while scrap ing the clay from his boots noticed that the consistency and grain was that of the finest brick clay. He prospected a little and found that the hills about the place were of the same kind of clay and that sand of prime quality was close at hand. Blue Hill bay was a natural harbor. There was a steady demand for bricks everywhere, and so it was that the Linscotts went to Blue Hill and started the brickmaking business. The Hackensack people were enterprising, and their crew of employees grew larger and larger until it absorbed all the available natives, and it was necessary to import men from the towns.

This necessitated a boarding house, and so it was that Mrs. Linscott's big four story frame house became the shelter of 40 or 50 ablebodied men with enormous appetites. They were not particular as to the menu so long aa there was plenty of food, and Mrs. Linscott's beans were pronounced just about right. vAIthough the house was equipped with a spacious brick oven, what with the bread and pies and puddings and other things the capacity was considerably strained.

Mrs. Linscott was complaining of this when her husband, "Ole Dave" Linscott, said he'd see about it. He talk ed the matter over with the foreman, and so it happened that one Saturday after noon when work was a little Black the crew turned to and built an enormous arrangement in the Linscott dooryard. It was like a huge brick oven as much as anything else. They called it a "bean kill," because it was not much of any thing else.

The firebox was arranged to take four foot wood, and the arrange ment of flues and drafts was the result of many conferences and the consensus of opinion of all the expert brick burners of the works. "Build 'er big enough," said David, and it was big enough for hundreds of bean pots. The "kill" was a great success. Noth ing was ever seen like it. No such beans ever tickled the palate of a hungry brick worker as came out of the Linscotts bean kiln.

Then the neighbors began to bring their beans, just as a sample order. And when they brought them once they did again. Finally the "kill" became so extremely popular that thrifty David thought there might be a chance for a spec lation," and so a fee of a cent per pot was established. And this was the origin of the kiln. The original structure has been rebuilt and altered many tiroes.

The Linseotts got rich and moved, back to New Jersey, but their successors kept on the kiln. The price has been advanced with the increased price of wood, but the custom has not fallen off, aa more people have moved in, and the town has become a famous summer resort. And now of a Friday night all the youngsters of the village may be seen about sunset beading for the "bean kill" with the family bean pots. In the summer time buckboard loads of guests from the Blue Hill inn drive down and peer into the fiery furnace where "Shadrach," "Meshach" and "Abednego," the three huge pots from the copper mine, the quarry and the spool mill boarding houses, are going through their fiery ordeal. Boston Herald.

FORREST AND THE PARSON. Why the Fiery Confederate General Released a Federal Chaplain. Oue of the fiercest and most determined fighters in the civil war was General N. B. Forrest, commanding the Confederate cavalry.

His name was a redoubtable one, and few of his opponents were aware of a humorous side of his disposition familiar to his friends. For many years the general loved to tell the storv of on Incideut which occurred near Cowan's Station. The few troopers he bad with him were being hotly pursued by the Federals, and the general was galloping alo; at top eyifu. a iiery soumern uame happened to be standing by the roadside, aud when she saw the living ConfprWnta her indignation boiled over. Shaking her fist in scorn, she screamed: Why don't you turn and fiirht.

vnn cowardly rascal? If old Forrest were bere, he'd make you fight!" Fortunately the general's horse noon carried him out of range. rorrests bioirranhv rclnrpa thnt at a dinner party, where he had been invited as the SUest of honor, thpro wna loquacious widow, with hair of raven much, wno rudely interrupted the cnn. versalioA bx ejkiq General F0rreStjih it was that Ms beard" was stilP black while his hair was turning gray. With great politeness Forrest turned to her. "I fear I cannot give you a satisfactory answer," said he, "unless possibly the reason is that I have used my brain a little mdre than I have my jaw." In the midst of one of his campaigns captured Federal chaplain was brought to his headquarters.

The. man showed the deepest anxiety and depression, for the stories of General Forrest's severity were rife in the Union camp. A little later supper was announced, and Forrest, to the chaplain's surprise, invited him to share it. But his surprise grew to amazement when the general turned to him reverently and said: "Parson, will you please ask the bless ing The next, morning Forrest courteously gave him an escort through the Confederate lines, for he wished no noncombat ants for prisoners, and bade him goodby with the remark: "Parson, I wonld keep you here to preach for me if you weren't needed so much more by the sinners of the other side." Youth's Companion. THEY SERENADED "UNCLE." How the Advent of a Colored Minuter Greeted on 'Change.

Sometimes intuitions akin to genius present themselves to the humblest minds. An ancient African, wearing the frock coat, spectacles, battered plug hat and beamiug and placid countenance of the wandering negro minstrel, sat in the gallery of the Stock Exchange the other day placidly surveying the howling multitude. A broker was one of the first to spy him. He was oue of that large and representative class of individuals who cannot see a black face pass without making facetious remarks, lie promptly waved his baud. "Howdy, uncle!" he greeted him cheerily.

Uncle beamed blandly through his spec tacles, but made no sign of recognition. "Uncle, Uncle, I say!" shouted the facetious man of the floor. "Oh, this is rich," he exclaimed, seiz ing oue friend and then another. "Isn't uncle a winner!" Soon a dozen lusty voiced brokers lined up, and with heads thrown back they sang for gratification of the solitary guest in the gallery "Old Black Joe." A hundred brokers turned to listen. It was pretty good singing, and they ap plauded and watched uncle.

The latter looked placidly through his spectacles without any particular sign of enhanced interest. 'What's the old scoundrel going to do?" queried the choristers perplexedly of their lender. "He don't even notice us," thoy com plained. At this point uncle arose and stepped to the rail. Out of his trousers packet he produced an old fashioned copper cent.

Tossing it easily to the glee club of brokers he resumed his seat and beamed upon them. There was a roar of derision from the floor of the exchange, thequartet broke up in palpable embarrassment and the facetious broker swore fervently. "But I'd give anything to get that old fellow's point of view," he confessed, as he repeated the story that evening. New York Mail and Express. OUT OF A CLEAR SKY.

A Flash of Blinding Lightning la Sooth Africa. A very few days after my arrival at Maritzhurg at the end of 1S75 1 was standing one afternoon in the shade of my little house on a hill anxiously watching the picturesque arrival of an ox wagon laden with my boxes. It was in the very early summer, and the exigencies of settling In left me no time to worry about the thunderstorms, of which of course I had often hoard. A more serene and brilliant afternoon could not be imagined, and it was not even hot at all events, out of the sun. My two small boys, as usual, trotted after me like dogs and clamored to assist at the arrival of the wagon, so I lifted the little one up in my arms and stood there, with the elder boy clinging to my skirts.

Suddenly out of the blue unclouded sky, out of the blaze of golden sunshine, came a flash and a crash which seemed as if it must be the crack of doom. No words at my command can give any idea of the intolerable blinding glare of the light which seemed to wrap us round or of the rending sound as if the universe were being torn asunder. I suppose I flung myself on the ground, because I was crouching there, holding the little boys beneath me with some sort of protective instinct, when in a second pr two of time it had all passed, for I heard only a slight and distant rumble. I do not believe the sun had ceased shining for an instant, though its light had seemed to be extinguished by that blaze of fire. Never can I forget my amazement an amazement which even preceded my deep thankfulness at finding we were absolutely unhurt, the fearless little boys only Inquiring, "What was that, mummy?" There had been no time for their rosy cheeks even to pale.

I wonder what color I was? I looked at the little stone house with astonishment to find it still there, for I had expected to see nothing but a heap of ruins. Nay, it seemed miraculous that the hills all around should still be standing. Lady Broome in Corn hill Magazine. The spread of Canaries. Five hundred pounds was two or three years ago paid in London for a couple of canaries, while sums of 100 have been frequently given for a prize taking canary.

Seventy pounds was paid to Messrs. Mackley Bros, for a famous Nor wich crested cock, King of the Champions. This was considered the best bird of its kind. The canary bird's first introduction to Europe forms a strange romance. About 350 years ago a ship returning from the islands in the Atlantic then called the Fortunate isles, but which were undoubtedly the Canaries, went ashore on the coast of Italy near Leghorn.

A cage of tnras captured in those Islands was broken, aud the birds were liberated. They did not, however, take refuge on the Italian mainland, but went to the island of Elba, where in due time they nested and bred and increased In numbers. The Italians discovered that they were excellent singers and began to capture and sell them in cages. Tit Bits. A Card.

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BTOHIA. Mi Joseph Davis, Tay. lor. Kind You Haw Always Bought iro Nim Tou Haw Always Bouj A CURIOUS COUNTRY. Ambrose H.

Mullens, a lawyer of Baltimore, made trip to Morocco few years ago. He went with a Scotch friend, who was a great linguist. Leaving Gibraltar, they reached Point Tarifa, and thence Tangier. Mr. Mullens thus describes his trip: So shallow is the harbor itself that even from our little 80 foot side wheeler we had to be landed in rowboats.

Ia this harbor lies the fleet of the empire, consisting of exactly one war steamer of about 3,000 tons burden, flying the blood red ensign of Morocco. 'Twenty years ago some Scotch engineers brought her to anchor in that harbor, and a month later, not receiving their wages, decamped in a body, leaving the steamer behind them. None of the natives 1cnew anything about machinery, and in consequence from that day to this her engines have never moved. Like the capital of our most eastern possession, Tangier is walled city. The streets are of the most narrow description, averaging hardly more than four feet in width.

No wheel ever turns in them, and everything is carried either on the backs of mules or on those of the people themselves. So cramped are these streets that if a mule Is coming from the opposite direction to that which you are pursuing the only thing for you to do is to retrace your steps until you come to a cross street and then to wait around the corner until his muleship passes by. The market place lies just outside the walls on the southwest side, and here all the people, saints, dervishes and others, daily gather. As you come ashore your boat passes through a regular gate, like one of those of the Alhambra, in Spain, which is the harbor gate of the city. The day I entered I found the stout Algerian harbor master sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette.

In reply to a spectfully worded inquiry in my very best French he said: "You're an American, aren't you? Then, for heaven's sake, talk English!" And before I could recover from astonishment he went on: "Don't bother about that luggage now. Have that porter take it to the Oriental hotel and sit down here and smoke a cigarette and have a talk with me." He turned out to be a pasha who bad been educated at Eton and Oxford, and ne nau lived some time in Washington. He called on me afterward and was a very charming man. When I was in Morocco, the emperor was a young boy, only 17 years old, and the great man of the place was the sheriff of Wazan. He was an immensely rich man and had built as a fad the Hotel Oriental, to which my friend, the pasha, had directed me.

It was situated down on the wall next to the saluting battery and was run by a chap named Ansaldo, whose mother was English and father Italian. The hotel was absolutely fireproof, had billiard rooms and all sorts of modern conveniences, and a poker game was run there every night. The table d'hote dinner at the Oriental was a feature. All other meals were movable feasts. But at 7 o'clock sharp you must be on hand for dinner, or you didn't get any.

The seat of honor, next to Ansaldo, went to the oldest guest, and when he or she departed the next in order moved into the vacant place. The richest man in the place was a Greek named Perdicaris. He had made his money in maritime trade. He was an American citizen by adoption and a graduate of Harvard college in the sixties. His wife came from Wilmington, Del.

Perdicaris home in Morocco was enormousalmost as big as the Waldorf Astoria hotel it looms up in my memory. It had fully a dozen drawing rooms and must have covered two or three acres of ground. The gardens were fully a half mile square. Every one in Morocco seems to speak English, many of the Moors having been educated in England and other European countries. The prison of the town ia a cnrin.ifir It is a kind of tower situated near the citadel, the esplanade of which is higher than the roof of the prison.

In this is a hole through which food can be tossed by the friends or relatives of the prisoners. These are all thrown in together, and ts there is no public provision for feeding them you can imagine the scramble and fights that ensue for the food thrown in. Thieving Is looked upon with extreme disfavor in Morocco, a second offense being punished by inflicting blindness. This is done by searing the eyeball with the edge of a redhot sword. Tha thief Is then turned loose to starve or live, as fate shall decree.

If the former, it is regarded as for the best, on the theory that it is better to be dead than to be a thief. About the only good pig sticking to be found anywhere outside of India is in Morocco, but the manner of pursuing the sport differs in the two countries. In India a long lance, which is held in the middle, is used, while in Morocco they use a short lance, not more than seven feet long, which is held by the end. A leaden weight is placed on this end as a balance. It is an exceedingly dangerous form of sport, for if you should happen to miss a boar he would upset your horse as like as not, and once upon the ground you would run an even chance of being disemboweled by his tusks.

New York Tribune. Old Sword Blades. Hough as the fighters of old were, the Inscriptions which they put on their swords often showed not only considerable poetic instinct, but sentimentality. .1 u'iuiui iu auverauy is suca a sentence engraved on an old sword of the seventeenth century. In a collection of blades of the sixteenth century are these inscriptions: "I quarrel." "God give me speed that my foe be beat indeed." "With this defense and God's will all my enemies I shall still." "In battle I will let myself be used." "When I my sword uplift ia strife, God give the sinner eternal life." "Trust in God, bravely war; therein your fame and honor are." "Your aim alone be God's great name.

Who dares deny strike thou him lame." "Every soldier fine look on this sign and use his hand for God and the land." On blades from the eighteenth century are these Inscriptions: "Nothing better in the world thou hast than to hold love and friendship fast." "I serve." "A good blade I. Who wouia aeny let nim meet me, and I will bold it will cost him or blood or gold." Not Bo Bad. v.f In Scotland they have no green corn oa the cob. Therefore when this Scotchman came across the water he was amused to see the people devouring those great hunks of corn. A friend of his recommended the dish to him as tasty and delicious, and when the sturdy son of 8cotia lunched at a restaurant he ordered a plate of "boiled sweet corn on the cob." When his friend met him next, he asked him if he had tried the corn yet.

"Aye, have and it's no onything to mak sic a fuss aboot, I'm thinking "What, didn't you like It?" "It wusna sae bad 1' the ootside, but it wtis maist awfy teuch i' the inside." Detroit Free Press. A Real Blnecnr. Tired Tompkins There's one Job I wouldn't, mind bavin, Horace. uungry Horace (in amazement) What's that? "Lineman fer er wireless telegraph.