The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on September 19, 1894 · Page 11
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The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa · Page 11

Algona, Iowa
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I*. •A,' 0r tltffrnt trBfses, 6* brown <£ Wtftok* Or red aS tho painted aif, i)iuf or & s*eet, confiding maid, ' Whose face is as fair as the dafo 43r of olive hue, or the golden tint Of the maids of fat Cathay, •t)h, for a s^veet, e'orinding tnaid, Of tlie most divinely tall, Or the short of bf oadj or dulnfly ttf fact Or any size at all.' . Oh, for a sweet, c'onfldlng maid, With a voice so sweet that bees Come kissing her Hps 4 or ofce that's not Will just aa readily pleafee. Oh« tat & sweet, confiding maid, With a fortune large and fine, > feut not for me, for herself alone« So that she'll not need mine. Oh, fora sweet, confiding maid, Of tho kind 1 herein tell, But if that kind is not for me A widow will suit as welL —Detroit Free Press. trtrfe th'fe Ohinatnatt tKS'mote lOatHft all of thoS6 characters than the everyday American learns the 100,000 words in tha English lailguagc. The Chinaman, howeftcr, learns ofl tho-average moto thaii docs An Amefi- cafi in a simllfit position in life. A Chinaman who can neither read nor write is a farity. Chinese is not a monosyllable language, as many suppose, and it is impossible to utter in Chinese any but the shortest eentonces in monosyllable's!. In wrlt- ifig thti Chihaman makes ond complicated but integral character fot each word, but that word may bo properly spoken in two, three or four syllables. His syllables are divided by no longer intervals than -are his (words, and that is what makes tho language sound to the foreigner like •singsong jargon. Wo do not know whether he is telling a story or attempting a ta ihottt tffefecfc ftHntfer— Hi% £lettt*6 ttoM "tn* fatfce* of the #rabtf»— "fftom the fop of the Cf »».* IN A WELL WITH A SNAKE, **hriiiingEne««tn'tef of A Georgia Man With a DatigerotlS Reptile. Mr. Early White of South Maooti was 'engaged not long ago in superintending the cleaning out of his Well. The work had 'progressed for some time when the Idea struck him that .he ought to go down in tho well and see how the work was being done. Ho was lowered to the bottotu, by a rope and bucket'attached to a, windlass that was used An drawing up the thrash and clay from -the well. The well digger who had the job in hand had come fa tho top to allow the proprietor of the premises to go downton his tour of inspection. When ho reached the bottom, ho casts his eyes upward and saw to his utter horror the head of an immense water rattlesnake protruding out of the side" of tho well less than six feet above his head. His hair rose on end, and those chilly sensations well known to'thoso who have been placed in such oloso ; quarters crept down his back and produced a surrendering sensation in his knees. Farther and farther the v snake swung out from his holo between two sections of the curbing until finally ho lowered himself within a few feet of tho man, hissing in ^ threatening manner arid seeming ready at every moment to spring at full length upon his victim. Recovering himself in a moment of diro emergency* calculating closely between " life and death, Mr. White called lustily to 1 the men .above, to lower the bucket that he might bo drawn to-tho top before the snake .made up his mind about what ho ' would do, having it evidently in mind to swoop down upon him. But his hopo'of escape'by means of the bucket fell several degrees when .it flashed ' into his mind that oven if he got into the ' bucket before the snake plunged down on • him tho danger would not bo over, for the reptile was ; so infuriated that it would strike him as he passed up to-.the top. At this juncture of his distress the bucket could bo seen coming:downward. When it got opposite tho snake, he struck * at it with a venom that all'but paralyzed the man with increased fear, 'but nerving himself to the effort ho jumped in the bucket when it reached him.and called to the man at the iolm to "snatch him up with a jerk." This was' probably all that saved Mr. White's life. Several strong men laid .hands to.':tlio windlass", and -at the'given Signal from the friend in distress brought him up with such suddenness that it .completely defeated his snakeship's designs' and caused 'his strike to fall several feet below the mark of the rapidly ascending man. The snake thrust himself out \Wth such force that ho dislodged himself fnom the curbing and fell to the bottom, lit was an awful experience.—Macon Telegraph. ^ I Who Struck Billy Patterson? vlt's many years now since the slang expression, 'Who struck Billy Patterson?' wap heard all over JSfew York and Brook- .lyn," said Charles R. Judson of New York. "Few people remember the origin of the .expression, which was "really the killing •of a young man by sheer fright. Hazing at colleges was as rough then as now, and .a common plan was to capture a new stu- • dent, try him for some imaginary offense, icondemn him to execution and then hold Jiis head on a blpok while a blow was struck on tho ground with tho dull side of a hatchet. A student named William Patterson was caught and tried in this way and was led weeping, and shouting to the' block. Ho was then blindfolded and held down, told that his last day had, come, and then the bogus blow was struck with the hatchet, His cries ceased instantly, and when tho students in alarm his eye bandages and felt hispxilso they discovered that he was dead. Several Investigaitons.were held to ascertain who strupk the fatal blow, and }t was because it was finally ascertained that n'o one ever, struck Billy Patterson at all that" the aggravating question referred to was shouted, at every stranger by street boys, .bpotblacks and ptlw juvenile nuisances." U,gt, Louis Globo'ipeinoorat.* v "', • . —,_, , „ *• " ^ As to Language, -", When, sh,o talked, she talked, and when ^QbPdy else much ' ta.l1*eu>-TaJ; ;jHiftt immediate vicinity, NQV entirely oblivious of the * '- a friend to him csojnjnand of U W$V y^' i} he', when I'a^m^'t tM^i^j^^ttwtiief h.?r,'wp9j;r.0i$ yf^vieB^ymf:^. . Tho Chinese perhaps think tho same thing of an American, who bites off his words and swallows them Or telescopes ono into the other. Business inett thrown in contact with Chinese inerdhants who speak pure Chinese say that it is not difficult to learn. Instead of 26 letters, not including tho useless &, the Chinese have 600 or 600 syllables, and these aro combined into various forms to make the 60,000 words in their "dictionary," These syllables vary in meaning according to tho tone in which they are -spoken or the strokes Used in writing thettu A Chinaman can unite any two of tho 600 syllables and make an intelligent word. This is not the case with the English language. This flexibility is perhaps owing to tho shortness of their words (seldom more than three syllables) and the tone or strokes belonging .to tho syllables when spoken or written. .A syllable may mean one of a hundred things, and its particular meaning is limited by placing another syllable of similar significance before or after it, using its particular tone or stroke when writing. Sometimes tho syllables are uttered in such rapid succession that they seemingly form ono word, but tho trained Chinese ear notes tho tones, and ho is easily understood, tho marvelous subtleties of accent conveying the expression to a nicety. Ho does not have to state a proposition! -and then) to mako himself clear, restate it by the usual "or, in other words." There are no "other words" with tho Chinese. The tono gives tho meaning. Tho Chinese have a system of 214 radicals, having various strokes from 1 to 17, which aro combined with the characters. Each radical has a separate moaning, generally denoting the simplest object, as man, sky,earth water, king. The student first learns these, which answers, to tho A B C. Ho next studies the syllables or combinations, arid thus ho has learned to road and spell. Grouping tho syllables into words depends upon his powers of speech or of composition in writing. What is popularly known as slang is not known to tho Chinese. Their language is sufficiently copious without resorting .to tho brutal forms of speech. Tho most withering contempt or tho keenest of satire may bo expressed in the politest terms.—New York Post. , A COMMERCIAL HERO. t>& Working as Doorkeeper In the Establishment That He Formerly Owned. "There are some heroes besides those who faced guns, and Chicago has some strange, unwritten, stories, ".was the way a retrospective man about town expressed it. Wo were out for a morning walk and had stopped in front of a great storehouse. "I want you to go into this house with mo/' ho continued, and we turned in. An elderly man opened tho door for us and closed it. There was a something in his manner and face that attracted attention. He was a typo of that school of stateliness of which you have heard, but whoso pupils, it must bo admitted, are becoming fewer every day. This is not written from any pessimistic point of view. There was nothing in tho-elderly man's manner to indicate that the whirligig of time had played any pranks with him. His face was full of content, and his voico was cheery enough to warm tho cockles of the heart. At one time, so the story runs, ho was tho president of this company. Ho was its founder. He gave it tho seadoff which had made it conspicuous in tho commercial world, Business reverses, in spite .of his ability, crippled him, and ho lost, not metaphorically, but literally, every dollar he had. He passed out of the concern. Ho applied for the place of doorkeeper of the houso he founded, and it was given- him, and thero ho stands every business,day during'the business hoiirs opening tho door to all comers as graciously as he used to preside in the office, No ono has tho key, to tho side door of this man's thoughts, but-'to all comers he faces his misfortune with'"V philosophy which prompts one to lift oiie's hat to it, ' "^ The present manager of tbp Jjouse is a young man who was oinployed in the concern as an office.boy by thtf elderly gentle man now at tho door, And tho young manager always lifts his hat' to his f annex master as he enters, and leaves. An equipage that- js jjo^aoablo brings" the young manager to tho 'door-,' every morning apd q'MlS'for him in> the afternoon. The former head of t}io concern tftkes ' a cable car.— Chicago HeraW,, ,,'/"' - " Theodore Stanton in The OentufJ* the strange story of the conversion of M. James TtSsot, the Ffehoh pain,tef wftpso 800 or 400 pictures illustrating the Ifff,of rfe'sus totme'd one of the moat interesting tlattifes of the 1894 Champ do Mars sftlbn. Seven of eight years ago artistic J?afis talked for a day of the departure of Tiseot for the Holy Land in order to seek new inspirations. Tissot was then fresh in tho public mind as the author of a series of etchings depicting the passions, charms and seductions of feminine life at the French capital, and many an artist smiled skeptically at this apparent contradiction. Yet Tissot had already shown more than once that hfp f ilcnt had a bent in the direction of re, jus subjects. Then, too, ac tho very moment wheft he was lertgaged in packing his trunk for Palestine he had in his studio a carefully hidden canvas, scarcely dry, which was so penetrated with a subtle spiritual afld Christian spirit that its timid author dared hot exhibit it In public. It HOW forms the center of the Tissot collection at the 'Chainp de Mars, where it is exposed for .the first time. I refer to a large oil painting called "The Voices Within," wherein are . represented a poor man and his'wife, who, fallen into deep despair in the midst of poverty and ruin, finally take new heart and courage .through the consolation of 'Jesus, who appears to them, comforts them and shows them his pierced hands. "That was the starting point of my now dispensation," said M. Tissot, pointing to this picture tho first time I saw it, "but I had a long and hard struggle before I could bring myself to begin it. Mora than one night did I lie awake for hours, till my head was burning through the mental strain, struggling against tho admission into my heart of the new light that was dawning xipon mo. But when I finally felt myself conquered and was penetrated through and through by tho grand mystery of a God turned man in order to save humanity I could no longer escape from it. So, of course, this large painting must go to tho Champ de'Mars, for it is really tho father of all this big brood of little ones." With such thoughts in his mind and such awakenings in his heart, in tho autumn of 1880 Tissot started for tho holy sepulcher with all the enthusiasm of the crusaders of old. Ho saw, questioned and meditated. He made scores of vivid sketches and wrote reams of thoughtful notes. The first visit was repeated. During this second sojourn ho utilized instantaneous photography, which was then first becoming kilown in France, and was thus able to bring back with him quantities of characteristic types, scenes and landscapes. Tho farther he wandered in Palestine the more ho.-saw there, and tho deeper hie studied his object the. stronger grew Tis- : sot's conviction that his precursors in tho field oft Biblical illustration had not caught the true spirit of their scheme, had not, struck the right note. He returned 2 to ' France determined to catch the true spirit and to strike tho right note. Once within the walls of Paris again he buried himself in his handsome, secluded home, situated at the head of a quiet lane within a stone's throw of the Bois de Boulogne, and gave himself up- entirely to his thoughtsj his, books, his collections and his art. ,,He : pored over muSty old commentaries on the Bible, studied arclueology, mastered the Talmud, devoured books of eastern travel read, tho history of the Jews and Arabs and went over the Scriptures again and again in the Vulgate and in tho French and English translations. Nor did he neglect the Apocrypha. In a word, before taking up his brush Tissot saturated his mind with his subject and gave full rein to an imagination now thirsting for tho occult and mysterious. Society lost its charms for him. He who had been a mon- dain now became almost a recluse. 1 Emphasis must bo laid on tho fact that Tissot, in tho enthusiasm of a neophyte, has not simply gone back to the antiquated treatments of religious subjects. Heroin lies perhaps tho chief merit of his collection. His originality may often border on profanity, but never crosses tho line. His innovations in tho handling of old familiar themes frequently take the breath away when the beholder is of tho oloth An ecclesiastic who has carefully studied the collection declares that in his rendering of the passion Tissot has introduced numerous details that had'never before occurred to tho clerical mind, and yet that none of • these now departures is contrary to orthodoxy and in no respect mars tho emotion produced by the, scene. Tissot's series • of "portraits" of the apostles'',is a mixture of archaeological, ethnological, phrenological and historical data'welded together by reverence, art and talent,'' They arc sure to startle—that of St, Peter, for instance—a priest at tho first glance, but the work will win respect and admiration at tho second, for. Tissot The witdft of California all sorts of StrSti'ge habitatftSrs efi by strange yteople. Some of tho have good reasons for living ttto Hves of hermits, and some are, most likely, & little insane. There is one man, though, who is not insane, yet has about as strange . n home in as lonesome a locality- as ever a I man occupied. His name is Peteic Stiffel, and bo lives far up toward the peak of Mount Whitney, where fof six months of the ycafr it could not bo reachM by another human being without tl*o aid of wings, and during tho other six .months it is a matter of toil and hardship to reach his abode. Just exactly what Sttffel's story is cannot be ascertained* but ho ia a Russian nobleman by birth who, in an unfortunate moment several years ago, said something that offended the czar. Having too much sense to stay at home and stand trial, knowing that ho would have no show to escape Siberia, he fled at once, taking ns much motley with him as ho coxild carry. Ho had difficulty in getting out of Russia, but after many adventures reached this country. His escape was due to the fact that ho went across Siberia instead of going east. At Vladivostok ho took a ship for Alaska, but did not feel safe there, as ho was too near the emissaries of his Russian tyrant master. Stiffel tried many places to make his home, but somehow did Hot feel safe until ho found his present abode. He did not want to live in big cities, because in such locations thero was no more pleasure in life for him as long as his country is in its present condition. Ho knows he is perfectly safo from arrest in America, but the czar has other ways of getting revenge. Tho most important object'to Stiffel was to conceal his identity, and ho went to work in tho lumber mills in tho mountains, but there was recognized by a man who had also escaped from Russia. Tho man was a convict, however, and Stiffel would have nothing to do with him. After his identity was known Stiffel was surprised to find that his fellow workmen sympathized with him and kindly offered to kill any one from Russia who molested him. Nevertheless he concluded to bury himself from tho world, and buying a couple of burros started out. Tho spot he selected for his cabin is about 13,000 feet above sea level, and since | ho has been living there only five people have called on him. Tho house is built of heavy logs and placed closo up against a group of enormous granite bowlders. Tho roof slopes toward the front door, so that tho snow will slide off without endangering tho structiiro. The interior consists of three rooms, tho middle ono containing an enormous fireplace, a wood pile and a chair and a table. The other rooms are, with tho exception of a large number of books, as bare of furniture as it is possible to imagine a human habitation. It is hero that .Stitfel spends his time. Twice a year ho goes to Visalia to mail letters and got supplies and see that his money is all right. In summer ho wanders over tho mountains after game, but in winter he is snowed in most of tho time. One year snow covered his houso to such a depth that he could not get out, and the only way ho got air was through tho chimney. ; By looking up he could see walls of snow on both sides, where tho heat from the fire hod melted a passage way. For 14 weeks he only saw a patch of sky over tho chimney and tho, walls of his rooms. Fortunately ho had plenty of Continued to fcq.fl»|> Its Engines WltJi Cd*r- tatchtrs tviien All the trtinaren &ne» The* Were Not the Hihifca—Bear* That Averaged Frofti ftttr to Middling. "I've quit work on tho S., G. find P.," laid a locomotive engineer from western Pennsylvania. ''I've thrown up my job. Why? Because the S., G. and P. is so pig- hcadcd and bound to stay in a, rut that it Won't be consistent and equip itself right. 1 "From Peeled Hemlock to Gas Tank Junction, 42 miles, there are only three stopping places on tho S., G. and P. One is a tannery, one a sawmill and one an oil well. The test is woods. 'If there ever was a spot where awesome solitude of the dim lit woods humped itself and took tho cake, hands down, it's over along the S., G. and P. between Peeled Hemlock and Gas Tank Junction. "But yet 1 liked it when I first started in on the road. I had always wanted to get close to nature's heart, and hero I was with my head pressed right on it, so to sp(|ak, a-hcaring of it thump. Ono day "I was booming along with a heavy train of bark and lumhor and oil, when, about a hundred yards ahead of us, I saw a big many years' in the garden of tnecu* a plant was frequency grown Polled " " public )niBd; ,wa| Jeaflejs/ wore aced QTH t ey wou,W of fa" lwj}e,p the the, has a reason for all, even for the color of a garment, tho form of' a hootl or the stylo of ',the fastening of a sandal, One' of the visitors has remarked concerning this remarkable gallery of saints that the artist has npt flattered 14s subjects, There is nothing wonderful about thes9 poor fishermen, *he says, nothing in their plain attire, pr, everyday physiognomy to awaken a,w§, "Put you feel that these are indeed tjio men whonv Jesus s inspired," In a word, Tissot's creations are, pure realism faith,. the bolteMrof the pictures of }s thjit whip|i Jw * place,', ypu see where nc fj/r^ft^ t) a 3 t =r^ *" ¥TTP - 1 175 " ""*!: "T i, T^i i, ™* ViT .3 1 l9Y.£ '?«Wfl\ Wpepta^V Ig MWFMfM?4W9ge; *&*Jjfr^<;vJti^1)f£ta* Pi; l/OSSf®* teadT"nfiBS! Sfc '.TohnJ.buried' in v m-ofound firewood and provisions, or ho would'have starved to death. . But in this place Stiffel seems contented to live and die in what he calls freedom. That he belongs to the upper class of Russians thero can be no doubt, as he is well educated and refined. —San Francisco Call. HE MET THE LAWYER SQUARELY. It Is Not Always Safe to Assume That a Colored Man Is Ignorant. • A Kentucky lawyer was standing on the steps of tho Covington postofflcothe other day when an old colored man came up, and touching his hat asked: 1 "Kin you tell mo is dia tho place where day sells postage stamps?" ' "Yes, sir, this is tho place," replicd-the lawyer, seeing a chance for a little quiet fun. "But what do you want with postage stamps, uncle?" ' "To mail a letter, sah, of co'se." "Well, then, you needn't bother about stamps. You don't hcivo to put any on this week," 1 "I don't?" '"No, sir." "Why—for not?" s "Well, you see, the conglomeration of the hypothcnuso has differentiated the parallelogram so 1 much that tho consanguinity doesn't emulate tho ordinary effervescence and so the government has decided to send letters free." • The old man took off his hat dubiously, Shook his head, and then with a long breath remarked; • ^Well, boss, all dat may be true, an I 'don't say it ain't, but just s'posin dat de 'pokcentrioity of tho aggregation transub- stantuates do ignominiousness of do pup- pfndicklor and sublimitos do puspicuity of do. consequences, don't you qualificate dat dp i government would confiscate dat daro letter? I guess I'd bettor put some stamps op- any how fer luck." ., And tho old, man passed solemnly down the street,—Chicago Times. •• •' r Bred Small Chickens, »'JiTalkin about chickens," said the eldest inhabitant, '"I used to? tel? a great interest in fancy pcultry," , * •'FQet some big uns?" '1<*Nppo, I bred 'em fur small." v vl **ypu allus wus the cpntj^riest man,in section," * • „ , , , mil, it wus my notien. I frep'.gefr ,'eni smaller- an • smaller te,U they wua -b'igger'n- reedWrds,' Them WUB #JM> li),. I tell ye,", , , $Jus'< hay's I»i4 BUghty little eggs." , . JPfoe eggs wus whUt IWU8 atyer. Why. frii finally got things down fa -'— 1 - 4 - :i eggs, no, bigge? n, linilHi bear come slouching out of the woods at ono side of the track. When we had got within a few rods of the bear, he deliberately stepped on tho track, and, it seemed to me, actually stood there making faces at us. That made mo mad, and I pulled my old engine wido open and went for that bear at 25 miles an hour. " 'Now watch tho bear meat fly!' 1 said to my fireman. "Wo swept down on the bear like a cyclone, and I looked and waited for tho shower of bear meat I expected to sec. It didn't come. " 'Smashed into mush on the pilot 1* I said and went out in front along tho guardrail to sco just how bad wo had done bruin up. I give you my word I was surprised. Tho bear sab on the pilot as cool as a cucumber. -Ho had reached up -and taken tho lamp out of tho headlight and was pouring the oil out of it over himself and rubbing it in as liniment. Then ho looked up and saw me, and chucking tho lamp at my head and only missing mo by an inch ho took hold of ono of tho flag standards and swung himself off to tho side of tho track as slick as could bo and danced away into tho woods. " 'That comes pretty near being a smart bear,' I said to my flrcman after getting back into tho cab. " 'He averages fair to middlin,' said tho fireman. "Tho fireman was born either at tho tannery, or tho sawmill, or. the oil well, I don't know which. Anyway ho was a native of tho S., G. and P. country. " 'He averages fair to middliu,' said tho fireman, 'an 'twouldn't s'prise mo i£ ho was ono o' tho b'ara that flagged us ono day when Bony Sprindlo was ruunin this ingino. Wo was bowlin along up t'other side o' Painter Bend when I see a red flag out at one side tho track. We didn't have much time to git stopped in, Irat wo got stopped. Some of the fellers got out to see what was the matter, but nobody didn't turn up to explain. While they was flggerin of it out, I seen four thumpin big b'ars como out o' the woods, two of :'em nigh tho middle o' : the train, an two of ,'ern nigh tho hind end. 'Foro we could holler them two b'ars ac the middle o' tho train had each dumb on a car an sot the brakes tighter'n jackscrows, an then run an sot 'ena on t'other cars, so's we couldn't start an inch. Wo had a carload o 1 supplies for tho tannery settlement, an while the two b'ars was settintho brakes t'other ones broke in tho car an rolled out two bar'l o' pork an joggled 'cm off into the woods. Then' t'other b'ars olumb down and follered'cm, an there wasn't a man on tho train dast say a word. What should the red flag be but a bandanna han'kcr- chief that Sol .Jones,had lost some'rs in the woods the day afore, an o' course them smart b'ars had got it fer a flag to hold us up an rob us.' "I was torn a little with doubt after tho fireman's story, in spite of what I had just seen of S., G. and P. bears, but a few days later I felt that I had wronged my fireman. We were going down Spillbucket grade, which drops at about 100 feet to the mile, and we were going fast. Half way down, out of tho woods stepped another big bear. Ho jumped plumb on the track and waited for us and grinned, " 'Hold your breath, Bill!' I said to my fireman, 'for I'm going to lubricate the rails with that bear at 100 miles an hour!' "I pulled her open and gave her all the head thero was. When we v reached that bear, I couldn't see tho trees, wo wore going so fast. Then I hollered for brakes and begun to slow her up. She hadn't begun to slow any, for wo had only got to tho bottom of tho grade, when what should loom up before me but the bear, climbing up • from tho pilot and co'ming right toward tho cab window along tho guardrail, I didn't wait for .him,- but made a break for tho top of the car behind tho engine, and the fireman folloHvod me, The bear came on, took possession of the cab, shut off steam and brought tho train to a stop a half mile further on. Then he picked up my dinner pail and the fireman's, both loaded to the lid, and with one in each paw strode away into the woods, " 'I think that un's a leetle more'n the average of fa,ir to middlin,' said the' fire-, man as, he climbed bac^ to the cab and went on. i whether he was pr npt my mind up, Raifroading pn, the S,, G, was way behind the times, I ppuld gee plain' enough, and I put the matte? right to headquarters. • • it 'Here!' I saicj. "This won't dol This joad.,ain't tynwe run Fight!' "5Fhey wanteA fa know why Jt wasn't*, '**» Running ypur- engines with 1 cow- ca.tch.ers. gn,' I said, 'wlien there ain't ft BQW-frOW P° «$$ the rpad fath.6 p$jer| •"---->~ interfering with Jtraftio at almost; «tt$9 bSflWtebe* pn ?e wfcerp you. are, OWjHwjrflS? wi Alcazar de Ohnfeblorbw, SwTiS ft inifW «rf iftiihattstlDl!) ftcffcS in tftfS 6f Chihuahua. It eontain'8 ft high «,--,-, silver o«s and is so rich that whenovfetflwr,,, don and his senora run short of monej 6nW<",, simply direct the head peon to gathet Jag;^ gether his delegation of 13 or 13 serfs fflSnt *\t their oqually patient and uncomplaimftg - & fellow serfs, tho burros. Thon tho dott i mounts tho head burro, and thoprocesslofi :' takes tho ttatl for the family mine, ftfl It',: is called. Tho mine has been in the pdS- > session of the don and his ancestors for* the past three centuries. It is nothing but a rudo Lunncl in the mountain side. Tne entrance to the tunnel is securoly barti' caded with heavy timber floors, which aftt' securely locked with three old Spanish looks, the keys to which are always in the possession of the don. When the mineis reached, the don unlocks the doors. He then directs his body servant to swing his hammock beneath tho brunches of a maSs- ive tree standing at tho entrance lo the mine, which was a well grown sapling- when the first don of the family discovered tho mine 300 years ago. The peons aro then set to work getting out tho rich silver ore, which they put into baskets slung upon the backs of tha burros. It is but the work of five or six. hours'to get out ore that will be worth several thousands of dollars. Tho ore is free milling ore, and it is no trouble to work it. While the oro is being taken out of tho mine and put into the baskets, tho don is lying in his hammock leisurely temoking cigarettes. -\Vhf;n tho baskets are full, tho don manages to pull himself together long enough to lock tip tho mino and seal tin entrances, and tho cavalcadO then starts back anil goes straight to Chihuahua, 13 inilcH away. As soon as they arrive there the don sells the contents of the baskets, for which ho receives from $12,000 to $18,000 in cash in Mexican money. Ho gives his peons a liberal tip besides their meager wages, which they divide, like tho conscientious peons they- between tho church and bho pulquo ^ arc, merchant and reserve a modicum to keep themselves and their families partly clothed and fod until tho don holds the next of his grand rallies, which occur four or five times a year. Tho don owns a magnificent hacienda, has a lovely wife ands two beautiful daughters, who have all tho pride of tho true Castilians. The hacienda: contains over 6,000 acres and is on ono'Of"' tho principal highways leading out of Chihuahua, upon which, like most of tho landowners of tho country, ho pays little- or no taxes.—Kansas City Journal. OLD SOL KNOCKED OUT. i <*$ b- ^41 Photographs May 15o Taken and 1'riiitcd! Without tho Aid of tho Sun. Old Sol has long been unnecessary in. the taking of photographs. . "Up to the present time, however, ho has- probably exulted in thinking that his uncertain services must bo had to print tho photograph. Bu,t again the old chap has been given the go by, and hois not now a necessity at any stage of tho game. Ho may sulk and hide his face or pop out from behind the clouds momentarily as much as ho pleases, but with photographers ho no< longer "cuts any ice." Electricity has scored a victory over tho~ old chap, and it is practically a knockout. ,in this particular line. Before pictures havo been taken in the' daytime by the aid of electric light and at night by flashlight, but to get a proof 1 printed ono had to wait until tho next afternoon anyway, and sometimes longer,, all according to Old Sol's humor. - , , Now one can go to tho photographer 1 - 1 -' providing that gentleman has tho proper apparatus—at any time, even midnight, and sit for his photograph. Not only that,' if he is willing to wait half an hour, ho may receive a nice soft print from the negative, i The apparatus connoted of an ordinary camera, a 4,600 caudle power arc light for v the taking and aO.OOOcaudlo power aro light for the printing. , ''', Instead of sitting in tho open room, the 1 subject sits in a sort of* canopy, tho Sides and top being white, and the back tho ordinary background. ' , * Instead of having the light shine direct' ly on the subject, it shines away and is- softly reflected back froin the white sides. > Watches were held for tho tost, and'asix^ second exposure was made, Tho plate was, 1 then developed and quickly dried, coining;^ out good and clear. ' It was then taken tp'f the printing room, and after 10 minute's under the influence of the powerful ";arp, light the paper and negative were frfim the box. The print was soft, clear and accurate," . All the time taken from tho snap camera until the print was flnishe. v 83 minutes, and ordinary materials/pnly|i were used. * 4 '" ''"''"'' This relegates Old Sol to the r^ar, number as a photographer's » Boston Herald. Her Scheme railed. The young woman who walked > i man's office on Fifth avenue and bela^p| the man over the head with ftiv W&t subsequently offered ' an excuse^ JPI conduct which is said to havo boon^t ly satisfactory to all parties. co~" The ypung woman ^vas pretty,, and ambitious. Shehadstutf' stago deportment and pould not get on the stage, .. , served that the women .who names, }n the papers by mws, domestic rpwSj diamond,'.-viafaaj.,_ pades or other violent epJsodQfOf |o r , porary lifo w^ro' invariablyJppvotteMdf^l theatrical manasw 8 with offers o| jf • '- ment, Realising this,,the """""^ decided-to get" , walking into the bammey Wm ' " brellft, 'ThPw'an;, the. ojise, She., - >-*fft; 'Ve& ®M 9£l aaeaii •f$f$m H >A,V't*k-# t 5' t V ; ** 1 CT*W9«T5]R' : ?.: ..- C". , -_ '..;!:• . ,

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