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The avenger had come.

And she was helpless to protect herself.

As a last resource, in case the man she dreaded
succeeded in gaining access to her presence, she
carried a tiny revolver in her bosom, a toy ap-
parently, carrying a balan larger than a pea,
and yet in the hands of a woman as desperate
and determined, and as experienced, too, In the
use of all weapons as the mistress of this man—
sion, it would be as effective in causing a man to
give up the ghost as any weapon in existence,

She had caused wires, too, commumcating
with bells to be placed in every apartment, so
that an alarm could be easily given. .

But of what avail were all these precautions?

The ingenuity of the man she dreaded had set
them all at naught. . _

He had succeeded in penetrating to her private
apartment; the doors were locked. and all the
servants had been warned not to disturb her.

She was powerless to move hand or foot, for
the drug had chained her to the chair.

As hel )less was She in the power Of her enemy
as thou g they were alone together in the nnddle
of a great desert, and she fettered In every
lim

b.

“ Estelle Spader, do you know me—are you
capable of speaking?” came from the lips of the
strange-looking face upon w .Iich the woman was
gazing like one fascinated. .

“ My name is not Estelle Spader,” she replied,
Slowly, for it was with the utmost difficulty
she articulated at all. “ My name is Estelle
Del Carmen.” .

“ To me you are Estelle Spader, and you Will
never be anything else,” the intruder answered.

“ I am nothing to you,” she retorted, an angry
light gleaming in her eyes.

“ Perhaps not. and yet I am much to you.”

There was a world of menace in his tones, and
lurid fires seemed to shoot from his eyes.

Despite her indomitable will and the angry
passions raging within her soul, the woman was
compelled to close her eyes, for she could not
endure the storm of rage which flashed from his
dark orbs.

“ And you know it, too,” he continued. “You
have watched for me and at last I come.

“ Of what avail are all your recautions now?
From the Silver King, Larry endragon, dOWn
to the meanest herdsman on your estate, not one
of them can be of the slightest assistance to you.

“ The wealth that your millionaire lover flings
so carelessly at your feet. the devotion that your
gold buys from the bold men who eat your
bread and call you mistress, neither one nor the
other were sufficient to keep me without these

walls. '

“ You knew that in time I would come—come
to call you to an account; you feared to meet the
reckoning and so tried to rear such a barrier
around you that mortal man might not scale it.

“ But I am more than mortal man—«I am a
messenger of vengeance coming straight from
either Heaven or Satan’s Kingdom, as you please,
and the precautions that might avail to prevent
a common foe from reaching you cannot bar Iiiy

Cloud property by force of arms, and the pair,
like a couple of conspirators, were hard at work
arranging the details of the affair.

This was some three days after the one on
which Judge Jake McKinney had been handled
so roughly by the mysterious road—agent, and
the two were discussing the outrage just at the
time we introduce them to the reader.

McKinney had been so impressed by the out-
law, and so satisfied that if he did not keep
faith with him his life would pay the forfeit, that
he had religiously refrained from revealing to a
soul the true particulars of the affair. '

Instead of relating how the affair had really
happened, he had said—being naturally called
upon for an ex lanation in regard to the wounds
he had receive ——that he had been anibuscaded
and shot by some unknown foe.

This was reasonable enough, for the judge was
known to have bitter personal enemies, for in his
upward career he had not been particular whose
toes he had trodden on.

“ Be the powers!” exclaimed the Irish lawyer,
“ it’s a foine thing that we were afther getting
the order from the judge before this little mis-
fortune happened to him, or else we wouldn’t be
able to fix It, for they do be afther telling me
that he will not be able to hold a pin for a
month or two.”

“ Yes, it’s rather rough on the judge, but it’s
fortunate for us,” the millionaire remarked.
“ McKinney is a slippery customer, and al-
though he granted us t e order, it wouldn‘t be
out of keeping with what he has done in the
past for him to turn right around and give
another order, upsetting the first, to the oppo-
site party, provided they put up enough cash to
induce him to run the risk of making an enemy
of me.”

“ Oh, I’m shure McKinney wouldn’t be afther
doing such a m’ane thing as that!” the Irishman
declared. “That would be too dirthy a trick
for him entirely.”

“ lVell, O’Ballahoe, I don’t feel so sure of that.
I don’t take much stock in Jake McKinney. He
would be willing enough to do it, or anything
else just as mean, if he thought it would pay
him. Our safety lies in the fact that he can
make more by sticking to us than by joining
the opposite party, for we have a thousand dol-
lars to their one.

“Besides I think Jake is wise enough to un-
derstand that any man is a fool who under—
takes to run against me unless he is mighty
well paid for it and has the best kind of back-
in .73

3‘ True for yees l” the Irishman exclaimed.
“And speaking of money, do you know this
affair has about cleaned me out of ready cash?”
the Silver King asked.

“ Is that so?”

“ Indeed it is. It hasn’t been anything but a
hundred dollars here and a hundred dollars
there for the last week. In fact. ever since this
raid was organized. The sheriff is continually
striking me for funds.

“ You know that he thinks that this fight is

 

progress.

“ Are you prepared to die?”

A gasp came from the woman’s lips, for a mor-
tal terror filled her soul.

This man did seem to be more than human, or
else he never would have been able to so suc-
cessfully triumph over all the. obstacles in his

wa .

Cryone now was all her courage; she felt that
she was in the presence of her judge, and in her
heart she groveled in the dust.

Her throat was parched, the breath came
quick and hard.

“ Mercy, mercy!” she gasped, her tongue hard-
ly able to utter the words. _

“ Mercy!” And the accent of scorn With
which he uttered the word fell like a pal] on the
affri hted heart of the woman.

“ hat mercy did you show, you tiger of a wo-
man? Have you ever looked into your own
heart? Have you ever looked back upon your
own life, and with the eyes of a judge examined
the foul record?” .

“ Mercy, mercy! I am not fit to die,” she
gasped, her mouth so relied. her brain so con—
fused, her soul .SO fil ed with terror, that she
could scarcely speak. _

“ That is the common cry of the criminal
when brought face to face with the execu—
tioner. But of what use is it to listen to such a

lea?

p “ Would you change in any way if time for re-
pentance were allowed you ?”

“ Yes, yes; I swear it 1” gasped the terror-
stricken woman, grasping eagerly at the
chance.

“ And what atonement can you make for the
crimes of which you have been guilty?”

“ I am innocent—you wrong me.”

“Do I? Listen and judge,” retorted The Un-
kn0wn, with bitter accent.

“ Only a few years ago you were a young and

guileless girl—you were innocent, for the temp- ger’s face, and he shook his head gravely.

tation had not come.

“ You were not rich; you did not then dream he remarked. “The fact is, Mr. Pendragon.

of riches; you prized love before gold, and when
chance threw in your way a young man who be-

not going to be any child’s play. He has the
highest respect in the world for the fighting
abilities of Mike Creegan and his men, and he
told me confidentially that he thought he would
require fifty men at least to capture the

property. ”
“I persave his idea,” remarked the lawyer,
shrewdly. ,“He wants to advance in such

force that Creegan and his men will see that
resistance won’t do them the l’aste bit of
cod ”

“Yes, that is about the size of it, and his
army have an idea, too, that it will be tough
work to rout Creegan, for every soul of them
wants five dollars a day and rations, and they
can’t be got for less either.”

” Faix! I wouldn’t be afther being willing to
risk a shot from Mike Creegan’s rifle for a
thousand times five dollars,” the lawyer ob-
served.

“The case is different with these black—
guards. Of course. But the sheriff has run
me so short of money to pay his vagabonds that
I’ve been obliged to telegra h to Denver to send

And to the amazement of the rest, the Old man
pulled out a huge wad of bills.

“ That check, you know. Mike. that you used
to bother me about,” 01d Blake explained. “ I
put it away in one of Nebraska’s books and for—
got all about it, but he came and had a talk with
me the other night when you were all asleep,
and somehow I remembered everything then.
He took the check, said he won (1 collect the
money. and I guess he did, for he came again
last night, gave me a thousand dollars, and told
me to give itto you, but I forgot it until now.
My head is mighty uncertain nowadays.”

“ In God’s name, who came to you!” Creegan
cried, excitedly.

“ Why, my son, Nebraska—Nebraska Blake—
I told you he was alive all the time, and so he
is. '

Before an explanation could be had, Buck Ty-
ler came rushin into the cabin with the intelli-
gence that the s eriff and his force were advanc-
ing upon the property.

(T 0 be continued-commenced in No. 114.)

 

 

A Disgusted Reformer.

BY HENRY HARDING.

 

 

HE was an exceedingly fresh old man, and his
principal occupation seemed to be findin fault.

he world didn’t appear to be run exact y as it
was when he was in the heyday of youth, and
he took particular pains to let everybody know
it, and to give them his ideas of how things
should be managed. He wanted to reform the
world back to Old fogyism, so to speak. He set
out to do it, and this is how he succeeded.

He was standing on the sidewalk near the court-
house, and he thought it would be a good plan
to commence his work of reformation then and
there, and he accordingly commenced.

There was a street—car passing just then, and
he raised his right hand and beckoned in an im-
perative and lofty manner to the driver to stop
as if he owned several street-railroads, and nine
or ten small villages, and stopping a street-car
was a matter of very small moment to him.

When the driver hauled up his horses and
yelled to the Old fellow to hurry u and get
aboard, that individual merely looked) surprised
and replied, with an important wave of the
hand:

“ Base slave of a soulless corporation, back
your Old car up to the sidewalk! You can’t ex-
pect a gentleman to wade through the mud to
get aboard and pay for riding besides. Do you
hear 9” >

The base slave, etc., didn’t seem to think he
was paid for answering conundrums. He mut—
tered something about “ confounded lunatic,” and
then whipped up his horses and started on. But
the old chap was not to be thus easily disposed
of. As soon as the car got fairly in motion he
dropped his dictatorial bearing and his dignity
and set out on a run after it. He succeeded in
reaching the rear dashboard after a severe exer-
tion and clambered aboard. Taking a seat near
the door, he gazed around to see if anybody was
making remarks at the mud on his coat-tails,
when his eagle eye detected a man opposite with
a sus icious lump in his cheek.

“ o entleman—or lady either, for that mat-
ter—wil chew tobacco in a street-car,”remarked
the reformer, fiercely, straightening himself up
and looking straight at the Offender opposite.

“ What’s that?” demanded the party addressed.

“ No man of respectable. parentage will ap-
pear in public with a ten-cent paper of fine—cut
In his mouth, and I class you as a loafer!” con-
tinued the old man, calmly.

“ And I class you as a man that goes around
sticking his nose into other peoples’ affairs, and
if you’ll just step out on the platform a minute,
I’ll pull it for you!” angrily retorted the tobacco-
chewer.

“ Maybe you would if you had the chance, but
when was ten years younger I could have
cleaned out a whole ward-caucus of fellows like

 

me down five thousand dol ars by a special mes-
senger. He ought to be here by this time,
too ”

Hardly had the words left Pendragon’s IlpS
when the door opened and the special messenger
appeared.

“Hallo, John! talk of the fiend and he ap~
pears!” exclaimed Pendragon.

The special messenger was a young man, a
lawyer by rofession, named Blair, who attended
to the millionaire’s Denver business.

The young man laughed and helped himself to
a chair and sat down after shaking hands with
the air. ’

“ ’ou’ve come just in the nick of time, too
for my funds are beginning to run low,” Pen
dragon continued.

A serious look came over the special messen-

,

“ I haven’t been able to bring much money,”

your account with the bank is a little overdra wn,

 

came fascinated by your wondrous beauty, you
in turn fancied that you loved.

“ The passion that existed between you twain
was kept a solemn secret. for your father then
had his eyes upon the old cattle-king, and the
young man’s sire also had another bride for
him

“ Then came a separation, for the young lover
bad business that called him away, and you part-
ed with him swearing eternal constancy, and
Six months after you married Bernardo Del
Carmen.

“ Gold had triumphed over love.

“ A few short months and the lover who had
been betrayed sought you in an Eastern city to de-
mand an explanation, and, you, still swearing
that you 10ved him better than all the world,
admitted him into your house by stealth at the
midnight hour. .

“ An unlucky accident led to his discovery
and he felt like a thief; he was pursued and was
unfortunate enough to injure the faithful ser-
vant who pursued him.

“ He was captured. and, under a false name,
as a midnight marauder, was condemned to the
State prison for life.

“ He did not speak, for your honor was dearer
to him than his life.

“ He suffered that no stain might rest upon
your fair name.

“ And how did you repay this devotion?

“ Your husband died, and instead of using
your wealth to obtain the release of the man
who had blighted all his young life for your
sake, you yielded to the demon ambition and
sought to buy him to leave the country that you
might wed a millionaire rival.

“ The unaccountable disappearance of the lov-
er drove his aged father crazy, and taking ad-
vantage of that misfortune, this same million-
aire suitor who, with his gold soughttobuy you,
tried to wrest from the old man the valuable
property he possessed.

“All, all is your work, and you have but a
single week to live—one little week to make
your peace with Heaven, and repair as well as
you are able the evil you have wrought in this
world, then death and oblivion.”

“No’, no: I will not die—I defy you—I have
gold—I will buy-protection—I will—I will—”

And under the inspiration of intense excite-
ment, she rose to her feet, her features convuls-
ed, her eyes staring and her hands wildly clutch-
ing at the air.

She was frothing at the mouth, and then came
a spurt of blood, a hollow groan, and she sunk
at the feet of the avenger as if imploring
mercy.

The extreme terror and rage acting upon her
in her enfeebled state had brought about a.
fatal result.

She had burst a blood—vessel, and the beauti—
ful belle of the San Luis valley had appealed
her case to the last tribunal.

CHAPTER XXXIV.
THE MISSING CHECK.
PENDRAGON and O’Ballahoe were closeted in
age. latter’s office in Blakeville, busy in consul-
tion.

and they were not willing to advance any more
money.”

‘ ‘ Nonsense!” exclaimed the millionaire, “ there
is some mistake about the matter. My account
isn’t anywhere near being overdrawn. I‘ve got,
at the least, a hundred thousand dollars in the
bank.”

“ Here’s the statement and the checks,” replied
Blair, and he roduced the papers from his
pocket-book. ‘ Your last check of five thou-
sand cleared your balance out and put you in
the bank’s debt to the tune of forty-five hundred
dollars.

“ The bank honored that check, but they are
not willing to get in any deeper. The check be-
fore that for a hundred thousand is what cleaned
you out.”

“ A check for a hundred thousand!” fairly
yelled Pendragon, and he grabbed the bit of
paper out Of Blair’s hand, much to his astonishs
ment.

It was the long—lost check sure enough, pay-
able to the order of Thomas Blake, indorsed by
him, and collected through the First National
Bank of Pueblo, and Of course it was not appa-
rent who had got the money, but both the million-
aire and the Irish lawyer felt satisfied they knew
where the funds had gone.

A hundred thousand dollars would amply sup-
ply the money-chest of the enemy.

This was a knock-down blow, for Pendragon
had calculated upon this money for the carrying
on of the war, and he had felt as sure that the
check would never be presented as though he
had it in his own possession.

“ I brought a thousand along with me, and it
was all I could raise,” Blair explained.

“ All right, that will do for the present, but
we must push things immediately,” was the Sil-
ver King’s reply.

Change we the scene of our tale now with the
same rapidity that the painted canvas shifts
upon the mimic stage,

Six hours later, and the place the head-qudr—
ters cabin 011 the Black Cloud property.

Within the room sat Mike Creegan, Charley
Diamond, Major Joe Pepper, and old man Blake.
The major had just arrived with the intelli-
gence that the sheriff had arrived in Blakeville
with at least fifty well-armed men at his heels
and it was reported all over town that he in—
tended to seize the Black Cloud property, even
if he had to wade in blood.

“ ‘Vell. since there is to be a fight. the sooner
it comes the better,” Creegan observed, grimly.
“ As long as this state of things keeps on, it is
almost impossible to do any work, and I am be-
ginning to see the end of my money. I Owe the
hands a week’s wages to—day, but I shall have to
put them off, I’m afraid.”

“ No, no,” suddenly intermle old man Blake,
who was leaning back in his chair as usual. pull—
ing away at his pipe, apparently half—asleep,

“ we mustn’t do that, Mike; always pay the
hands on time; that is the only way to make
things run smoothly.”

“Tom, we must have money before we can

pay,” Creegan replied, humoring the conceit of

the old man.

“ N o trouble about the money; if you are short,

ou.’
y “ Then you don’t intend to come out like a
man and have your roboscis pulled?”

“ No, I uess not; ut if you will come out to
my place in the country I will fight you with
itchforks or grass-scythes, just as you prefer.
It ma be the style here to pull noses, but I was
broug t upto settle affairs of this sort accord-
ing to the code. Now, if you are a gentle-
man—”

But the disgusted tobacco—chewer didn’t wait
to hear any more. He rung the bell and got

out.

“Thought I’d make him weaken,” continued
the old man.

“ N ow what are you grinning at?” he demand-
ed of a weak-eyed young man sitting on the op
posite side of t 6 car.

The young man straightened up, and his face
assumed the expression of a man who has just
heard of the death of his mother-in-law, or some
other valued relative.

“ Did I grin?” he asked, in an apologetical
tone of voice. ,

“ Yes, you did; and I don’t want it to happen
again while I am present. If you want to laugh
why don’t you ha! ha! right out, instead of
grinning like an ape up a pineapple tree?”

At this juncture the weak-eyed young man
got off the car, leaving the “reformer” alone in
his pig-headedness.

But the old chap wasn’t at all discouraged.
He was bound to carry on the good work, and
as there was no one else to listen to him he
turned his attention to the driver.

The car chanced to be going a trifle faster than
usual just then, and stepping to the front plat-
form he put his hand on the driver’s shoulder
and said:

“ Better slack up a little, young man, or you’ll
have Bergh’s agent after you.”

“ Oh, yes: I’ll slack up,” replied the driver,
briskly, stopping the horses. “ And now I want
you to git off this car. You’ve made a con-
founded nuisance of yourself ever since you got
on! Climb off lively, now!”

“ Supposing I decline to get off?”

“ S’posin’ I take you by the collar and throw
you off, then?” retorted the driver, suiting the
action to the Word.

The ancient “ reformer” picked himself up
and growled:

“That is what comes of trying to do good.
Guess I’m getting too Old to begin the job of re—
forming this country. I’ll leave the place to its
Own destruction, and go back home where I am
appreciated. Ta—ta!" and with a farewell wave
of his hand he departed to the land of applejack
and mosquitoes.

 

 

A New and Singular Bird.

THE last addition to the Philadelphia ZOOlogi—
cal Garden is an Australian brush turkey. learn—
edly a Talegalla Iathamz’, landed in New York
last week from a merchant ship, and at once
snapped up for the Zoéilogical Garden. A pair
of the birds were imported at a venture b a
sailor, but the male was accidentally killed a ter
landing. much to Superintendent Brown’s cha-
grin. The new-comer is much the size. shape
and color of a half-grown domestic turkey, but
its legs are extraordinarily long and its feet very
large, while its stride in walking is of great
length. A curious brilliant red and yellow
plumage adorns its neck from the head half-way
to the breast. It is extremely wild, but has not
been frightened out of its appetite.

The brush turkey is remarkable from the fact
that it hatches its eggs by means of heat gen-
erated by spontaneous combustion. Three or
four, and sometimes half a dozen of the females
lay their eggs in one spot, and the males cover
them with sand. leaves. small twigs and the like,
the mounds often being six or eight feet in
hight and from eighteen to twenty-five feet in
diameter. thn the young are hatched they
remain about twelve hours in the mound, and
then scratch their way out. The birds are found
in Australia, New Guinea and adjacent islands.
The brush turkeys in the London ZoOlogical
Gardens breed annually, and build just such cu-

 

 

 

The time had been set for capturing the Black I have plenty; how much do you want?”

rious mound—nests as in their native wilds.

Tales of fiaijroad life.

BY J. C. CO\\'DRICK.

How Convicts Stole a. Locomotive.

“ N ow. that last story of yours, Doc., reminds
me of what Dennis Cassin did once,” said Uncle
Paul Merril, an old engineer, as Doc. Farmer
concluded.

" Dennis Cassin was pullin’ a freight train on
th’ Hudso River Railroad at th’ time I’m goin"
to tell ye a out, an’ a mighty good man Dennis
was, too.

“If an of ye have ever been up to Sing
Sing— 0, I don’t mean as boarders there, nor
State guests either; but if ye’ve ever seen th’
place ye know that th’ Hudson River Railroad

asses th’ prison, an‘ that over th’ track there is a.

ridge that leads to th’ quarry where th’ poor
devils of convicts exercise their muscles by
breakin’ stones.

“ Th’ convicts pass over that bridge in goin’
to an’ from their work, an’ a lot of ’em got it in-
to their heads once that it would be a good way
to escape; if they could only drop down onto a
piassin’ train, they might ride right out of th’
p ace.

“ Some of ’em got to talkin’ th’ thing over, an’
at last they made up their minds to try it. It
wouldn’t e a very easy job, they knew; but
they were willin’ to take th’ chances.

“Well, Dennis was pullin‘ down under th’
bridge one mornin’ about nine o’clock, goin’
very Slow, as he had a pretty heavy train an’
couldn’t get along there faster than five or six
miles an hour, when all of a sudden, an’ without
th’ least bit of warnin’, down came a lot of th’
stripe-suited boys, fallin’ onto tn’ cab an’ into
th’ tender all in a heap.

“There were five of ’em in all, I believe, an’
they were a desperate set of men. They had
been plannin’ their escape for quite some time,
as I said, an’ when such a good chance came
they wasn’t slow to take advantage of it.

“ Th’ ringleaders of th’ darin’ break for liber—
ty were two notorious New York thieves. I
can’t recall their names just now, but th’ instant
they landed onto th’ engine one of ’em rushed
back over th’ tank an’ pulled th’ pin that cou-
pled th’ engine to th’ train, while th’ other p’int—
eda pistol at th’ heads of th’ engineer an’ fire-
man, an’ told ’em to git.

“ Th‘ flrcman got, instanter: but th’ engineer
didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry about

oin’. ,

g “ ‘Git! ye blasted fool, an’ leave that handle
there alone!’ th’ fellow with th‘ pistol yelled.
.Jump Off, or else I‘ll shoot ye chock-full of
holes!’

“ An’ then, havin’ finished what he wanted to
do before he left th’ engine to ‘em, Dennis got
down onto th’ step an’ dropped off, an’ away th’
engine went. Then Dennis hurried to th’ near-
est telegraph-Ofiice an’ reported what had hap-
pened. an’ there was music in th’ air. you bet!

“ Th’ engine was new. an’ a mighty good one,
th’ No. 89 I think, an’ she was a traveler, too.
An’ when one of th’ convicts pulled th’ throttle
wide open she just got right up an’ got, an’
rolled herself along for all she was worth.

“ It was a mighty risky thing for th’ convicts
to do, I kin tell ye. Not one of ’em had much
knowledge coneernin’ an engine, any more than
to pull th’ throttle open an’ push it shut, but
they went a-flyin‘ down th’ road at th’ rate of a
mile a minute. They took th’ chances of l 'in’
their lives, not to speak of th’ danger of k 'n’
hundreds of other people besides.

“Set an engine a-goin’ at full speed on th’
main track of a. busy railroad like th’ H. R. R.,
with no one aboard but five such reckless an’
ignorant wretches as these were, an’ it’s no small
joke. There’s no tellin’ what amount of damage
it will do.

“One of th’ New York thieves acted as en—
gineer an’ th’ other as fireman, doin’ th’ best
they could, an’ for a time they fairly made
thin s hum.

“ t was said that W. H. Vanderbilt hap~
pened to be in th’ office at head-quaiters when
th’ news was received there, an’ that he at once
ordered th’ engine to be run into th’ river. I
don’t know how true that is, but it was about
th’ best an’ safest thing that could have been
done, an’ that was what th’ superintendent of
th’ road ordered his men to do. He sent word
to Tarrytown to have th’ switch open so that
when th’ engine arrived there it would leave th’
track an’ plunge to th’ bottom of th’ Hudson.

“This would be sure death to th’ five con—
victs. an’ would wreck th’ engine badly, if not
wholly ruin it; but it would perha 5 save life
an’ property that was far more va uable, an’ I
suppose that’s th’ way th’ superintendent looked
at it. In a time like that they couldn’t stop to
think of th’ value of th’ engine, or th’ lives of
th’ five convicts either.

“Th’ news spread around Tarrytown in no
time, an’ a big crowd of people gathered at th’
station to see th’ awful sight. But they waited
in vagn. Th’ N o. 89 never got there, an’ I’ll tell

0 w .

“When th’ engineer found he'had to git off
an’ give his engine up to th’ convicts, he jest
socked on th’ pumps, full force, an’ left ’em so.
An’ his presence Of mind saved th’ engine from
reachin’ Tarrytown. He knowed she would run
like th’wind while she did run, but she would
soon pump her b’iler full of water: an’ when th’
water got down into th’ cylinders, out would go
th’ cylinder-heads; an’ that’s jest th’ way it
worked. e

“ Th’ engine came to a stop about three miles
from a lace called ‘Aspinwall Place,’ with th’
b’iler c ock—full of water, an’ both cylinder—
heads blowed clean out. An’ when it was found
it was deserted. Th’ five convicts had taken to
th’ woods, takin’ with ’em all th’ clothes that th’
engineer an’ fireman happened to have on th’ en-
gine at th’ time.

“ Th’ engine was switched onto th’ side-track,
an‘ 1Dennis got another one to pull his train in
wit .

“ Th’ convicts? lVell, they all got away save
one. But they were all brought back again in
th’ course of time.”

 

 

Foreign Items of Interest.

 

THE public executioner of England is a man
named Berry, a former assistant of Marwood.
He employs in his ghastly Office a rope of Italian
silk a little over five-eighths of an inch in dia-
meter.

A DRAMA of American life is reported to have
made a popular success at Lyons. France.
Among the incidents are a bowie-knife fight, a
rifleduel, a lynching by women, and a scene in
Florida in which alligators devour the villain.

THE will (dated April 2d, 1884) of Mootizum ool
Moolk Mohsenood Dowlah Fureedoon Jah Synd
Munsoor Ullee Kahn Bahadoor Nusrut Jung,
Nawub Fazim of Ber gal. Behar and Orissa, late
of the Palace, Moorshedabad, Bengal. who died
on Nov. 4th last, was proved in London on the
6th inst.

THE platinum mines of the Ural Mountains,
in Russia, now supply the world with that met—
al. It is shipped first to dealers in France and
England, where it brings about $28 per pound of

ure metal. It is necessary to refine it careful-
y; in the crude state it consists, according to a
recent analysis, of 75.1 of platinum, 1.1 palladi-
um, 3.5 rhodium, 2.6 iridium, .6 osmiridium, 2.3
osmium, .4 gold, 1 copper, and 8.1 iron.

THE only vegetable life on the reputed site of
the Garden of Eden, at the junction of the Ti-
gris and Euphrates, is a clump of date-trees near
a very small and dirty village called Gurna,
where the Turks maintain a garrison and a. tele-
graph-office. The inhabitants point out to
strangers the Tree of Knowledge, a most sickly
specimen, bearing a small green berry which
would cause even a goat to turn away in dis-

LARGE fortunes are rare in Switzerland, and
the salaries of public functionaries are ve
modest. The President of the Confederation re-
ceives $3,000 a year, few Judges more than

 

$1,250, and there is probably no bank president

in the country who gets more than twice that
amount. A man with an income 01 $3500 is
considered very well off indeed, and to have
85,000 is to be rich.

A TRAVELER in South America savs every
window in Rio J anciro has a woman innit. The
measure of the respectability of a funeral there
is the number of mules to a hearse. After a
hard rain in Rio the streets are flooded, and big
negroes earn tips by carrying ladies and gentle—
men from one dry spotto another. It is said the
only place a Brazilian does not smoke is in his
coflin. The common beast of burden in Rio is
the head, after the Holland style, and the most
common owner of that head is a woman.

IT seems, from all that can be learned from
the fair sex, that lVorth and his compeers in
Paris charge a round 100,000 francs, say $20000,
to outfit a young lady for the matrimonial
voyage. For this she is equipped from top to
toe; everything is of the best and in the latest
fashion. Of course this is not the limit. Ladies
in Paris occasionallv spend 250,000 francs for
their trousseau, an are heard to complain, a
few weeks after marriage, that they have noth-
ing to wear.

LOTTERIES are sanctioned by the Church and
the Government in Mexico. A lottery office is
on nearly every block, and there are at every
corner men, women and children peddling tickets
like newspapers. Many of the hospitals and
other charitable institutions are sustained by
this sort of gambling, and the only railroad in
Mexico that is owned at home was constructed
upon the profits of a lottery. The principal in-
stitution in the City of Mexico is “The Lottery
of Divine Providence,” and the dead walls were
lately covered with placards announcing that
the anniversary of the appearance Of the
Holy Virgin to the shepherd at Gaudaloupe
would be celebrated by great religious cere-
monies, with cock-fights, bull—fights, games of
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A Sure Guide. For seven males.

The Eight Little BO) s from Nonsense Land.

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The Lightning-rod Agent. lThe Donation Party.
The Tragedy at Four Ace Tommy Taft.
Flat. A Michigander in France.
Ruth and Naomi. Not One to Spare.
Carey of Carson Mrs. Breezv’s Pink Lunch.
Babies. Rock of Ages.
John Reed. J. Czesar Pompey Squash’s
The Brakeman at Church. Sermon.
Passon Mooah’s Snrmount Annie’s Ticket.
Arguing the Question. The New'sboy.
Jim Wolfe and the Cats. Pat’s Correspondence.
The Dim Old Forest. Death of th‘ Owd Squire.
Rasher at Home. Meiu Tog Shneid.
The Sergeant’s Story. At Elberon,
David and Goliah. The Cry of Womanhood.
Dreaming at Fourscore. The Judgment Day.

Rum. The Burst Bubble.
Why Should the Spirit of Curfew Must NOE Ring To-
Mortal Be Proud? night.

The Coming Mustache. The Swell. '
TheEngineer’s Story. The Water Mill.
A Candidate for President Sam’s Letter.
Roll Call. Footsteps of the Dead.
An Accession to the Fam- Charity.

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2 BUFFALO BILL. FROM BOYHOOD T0 MANHOOD. By
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3 KIT CARSON, KING OF GUIDEs; or Mountain
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