Pittston Gazette

              4 ESTAHLISIIKIJ 1 HfiO. » VOL. XLIIL NO. :t«. f Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Vi lley. 1'ITTSTOX, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, APRIL I.!, IH'.IL A Weekly Local and Family Journal. miliar to 1110 as San Francisco was to you. Only—I have no roof to call my own anywhere, and as soon as Puss is married shall not have a relative or friend on earth who is not much more deeply interested in somebody else." And the senior lieutenant is lying on his back now, blinking up at the rapidly scudding clouds. Presently he pulls the broad brim of his campaign hat down over his eyes. "What do you hear from your mother, Wing?" now gladly undo their work and array themselves among the few defenders of the great corporations they have served for years and deserted at the call of leaders whom they never saw ami in a cause they never understood, but there can lie "no footsteps backward"' now. The tide of riot has engnlfi d the great city of the west, and the majesty of the law is but the laughing stock of the lowest of the masse s. Huddled in their precinct stations, the police are bandaging their braised and broken beads. Rallied at their armories, the moro determined of the militia are prepai ing to and decided, there is only such resistance as the weight and bulk of those in rear can offer, and that is but momentary. Tlie siglit ot those gloaming gatling barrels, the stern, brief orders and the rapid, confident advance combine to overcome all idea of resistance. On both sides, at the head of the train, the huge crowd, halt laughing, half suffocating, is heaved back upon itself and sent like a great human wave rolling up to the iron lattice at the oflico end. Meantime, without an instant's delay the battalion springs out from the cars, forms ranks on the north platform, counts fours, and then, arms at right shoulder, away it goes witli swinging, steady tramp around the rear of the train, across the parallel rows of rails, and in another moment, greeted by tremendous cheers from the occupants of long lines and high tiers of stores, offices, business blocks, the grimy, dusty, war worn campaigners come striding down the crowded street. Heavens, how the people shout! Staid old burghers, portly business men, trot panting alongside, waving their hats and cheering themselves hoarse. "Them fellers hasn't no bouquets in their guns,'' is the way a street gamin expresses it. loaded revolver irom in quivering fingers just i Wi.i ; com- r striding back and shoulders hi i wav into the group. "Is ho badly hurt, doctor? That was an awful whack." " 'Dilnno. S'posin i ax him?' he ven tured quite as curious as she was. could hear a young man from Curly Maple, Ind., cutting his eyeteeth. AGENT MEETS AGENT. " 'You dasn't,' sli plying that she hoped he would, and he did, and 1 told him I was the congressman from that district. lie went back said in a tone im "I am ready to apologize, sir," said the agent. "That is all I can do, and if that will not answer I must go home and tell my wife that we have no means of support. But, you know, I am asked bo many questions it makes me hot." AND BILL NYE TELLS JUST WHAT HAPPENED. "It is tlie lieutenant, sir." says Feeny respectful I}-, but with strange significance in his tone as he draws a police- to lier smiling. " 'Guess who,' lie said There Was a Brief Tug of War, but the Railroad Man Did Not Send the Tele- man aside Look!" " 'Some kinder drummer er other,'she replied, peeping at me cautiously. "Yes, it's the same in my business," said Raymond, "and everybody has to keep cool and be polite or work on the streets, where it isn't necessary. We are paid to answer questions while our voices hold out, and if we don't do it I notice that there are thousands waiting to do it for us at the same salary. You are not paid to be funny. Others are already in that field. You get your pay for being a gentleman, and if you think you can do it I will tear up the telegram." The agent said he would try, and as we took the train he was chewing up the dispatch and answering inquiries before people could quite finish their questions. I like a good railroad man who is not above doing a kind act At Nicholasville, Ky., last month we met such an agent, and when we got on the New Orleans flier we found such a conductor. He attended to his business and did it in a chivalrous way that did my heart good. Recently we have been pilgriming through the rich and productive state of Ohio. Yesterday on the Cleveland, Cincinnati, 'CoTfcmbns, Chicago, Charleston. Canton, Cohoes, Christopher and California railroad a man with a suit of polished diagonal clothes, which glistened at the knees and elbows so that he could not scratch a match on himself, bnt used my leg for that purpose as he talked with me, saw that I was reading and therefore came to the conclusion that ) was not enjoying myself. And Wing, bonding over, gives one glance into the dying face, then covers his eyes with hands and turns blindly, dizzily, away. The man shook his head gram—Nye Tells of a Total Stranger Who Wanted to Talk. "Nothing new. Bless the dear old lady I You should have seen her happiness in Harvey. Sho could hardly lDear to let the little fellow out of her arms, and how she cried and clung to him when we parted at the Oakland wharf 1 Poor little mother! She has never given up the hope of seeing that scapegrJice of an uncle of mine again." " 'He ain't no preacher, I'm shore,' she said, 'but he might be a sewin machine [Copyright, 1894, by Edgar W. Nye.] Tli.it evening a host of citizens ,njDo gathered about tho bivouac of t!nD battalion at tlio waterworks while the trumpets aro pounding tattoo. A few squares away tho familiar notes coma floating in through tho open windows of a room where Jim Dnunroond is lying on a most comfortable BOfa, which has been rolled close to the casement whero every whiff of tho cool lake breeze can fan his face, and where, glancing languidly around, he contrasts the luxury of these surroundings with the rude simplicity of the life ho has lived and loved so many years, Gray haired George Ilarvev. kin«»y Mrs. atone, mssister; missini.oeautirui .fanny Wing with burly baby Harvey in her arms and her proud, soldierly husband by her side, and a tall, lovely, silent girl have all been there to minister to his needs and bid him thrice welcome and make him feel that here, if anywhere on earth, he is at home. And here the battalion surgeon and the family physician unite in declaring he must remain until released by their order, and here for three days and nights hois nursed and petted and made so much of that he is unable to recognize himself, and hero sister Puss comes to cry over and kiss and bless him and in her turn to made much of and forbidden to leave, and then, after her big brother's return to duty with tho battalion, now being fed and feted by all tho North Side, he must needs come over every evening to see her, and, now that presentable uniforms have arrived and tho rough beards have been shaved and tho men of tho old regiment look less like "toughs," but no more like American soldiers as our soldiers look in the field of their sternest service, her sisterly pride in her big brother is beautiful to see so is her self abnegation, for, somehow or other, though he comes to see her, ho stays to look at Ruth Har- Ivoy, shy,silent and bcantitul, and soon, as though by common consent, that corner of tho big parlor is given up to those two, the tall, stalwart trooper and the sh'nder, willowy girl. And one evening ho comes earlier than usual in manifest discomposure, and soon it transpires that important orders have reached him. Fanny turns pale. "Are you—all—ordered back?" slio cries and is for an instant radiant at his assurance that tho order involves only himself. Ho is called to department headquarters to report in person to the general commanding, who is about to | agent " 'No, he ain't,' said the man. 'He's the congressman from this deestrick—that's what lie is.' In the Bi.uf. Grass Country ) AND P'lNTED WESTWARD, Ho! J defend them and their colors j-gainst the anticipated attack of nCl s their force in "toughs" -Chicago's vast accumulation of outlawed, vagabond or criminal men. The city fathers are well nigh hopeless. Merchants and Yesterilav I saw our agent have a littl1 friendly setto with the agent of the railroad. Everybody knows, of course, that a railroad in and of itself is not malicious. It is not impudent, and it is not born in sin. A corporation cannot be immoral. It cannot lead a double life unless, of course, it should happen to be a double track road. It cannot be born again. It cannot climb a tree. It cannot lead a life of shame. [continued "I — "'Did he credulously tell you so?' she asked in either. Wp were lDoth bored through an through. 'Twas our good habits that saved us. Sure your predecessor was a game fighter, Mr. Barnes, if he was a tenderfoot." •"Glory be to God, thin! D'ye know w*t hit manes, sir?" "'My,',she exclaimed, 'I wouldn't 'a' thought it. It's bad enough to be one without goin round tellin everybody.'"— Detroit FreCD Press. " 'In course, "I know what I hope," is Drummond's faint answer. "Our fellows are close at hand, for the Indians aro clearing out." "Has she ever heard how he tried to murder his nephew?" queries Drnmuioiid grimly. business men gather on 'change with blanched fan's and tin; oft repeated query: "What nextV What next?" Kvery moment bring* tidings of fresh (lininay. Now iir.-s and a C rippled and helpless department, fur the rioters slash the hose and laugh all efforts to scorn. A gleam of hope shone in »t 10 o'clock, atid the 1 "Yes, the major often tells me he wishes he had him back, and me in the place he has instead of the one he had," answers the clerk whimsically. "Does he know you're to command the escort in? You got him into such a scrape then that he's never tired of telling of it." "Never. Nor have we the faintest trace of him since the break up of the old Morales gang at Fronteras. They went all to pieces after their encounter with you and C troop. What a chain of disasters! Lost their leaders and three of their best men, lost their rendezvous at Moreno's, lost horses and mules—for what our men didn't get the Apacbes did—and won absolutely nothing except the 24 hour jKmsession of a safe theyjiadn't time to open. Whereas I got my commission and my wife; Feeny, honorable wounds and mention and the chevrons of a first sergeant; Costigan got his sergeant's stripes and the medal of honor. Murphy his sergeantcy, Walsh and Latham medals and corporalahips, and the only fellow who didn't get a blessed thing but scars was the commanding lieutenant —your worthy self—thanks to wiseacres at Washington who say Indian fighting isn't war." An Ingenious Autograph, "Close at hand, is it?" cries Costigan, in wild excitement, leaping to his feet. "Listen, sir! Listen, all of yes! D' ye hear that ?—and .that ? And there now! Oh, Holy Mother of God! isn't that music? Thim's the trumiDets of K throop!" Oncc Dumas was asked by Prince Mettcrnich, Austrian embassador at Paris, for his autograph. Only the officers and employees can do these things. So when a road really violates a law of God or man it must be done fDy some officer or employee. iliv.iin rang with cheers iit thD • |;rt Kilt *»i!lU!'D' "Very glad to give it to your excellency,'' said Dumas, aud taking jx-n and paper lio wrote: The management of a road generally requests the public to report uncivil treatment on the part of employees, and if the public would attend to that a lit- •' Then ho may feel gratified at the honor 1 am iloing him now. Sure it's beneath the dignity of a first sergeant to command a squad like this except on iui extraordinary occasion, an it's to take the taste of the last timeout of his mouth I volunteered to escort the major now. 'Twas a strong taste to last five years, though my reminder will go with 1110 many a year longer. Here mcnt that the regulars were coming- ; whole regiment of iniantry from (ima ha was already more tlian half way. But tho gleam died out at noon wh Di, with whit • lips, an oiueial read the t I egrain saying tho strikers had "aid* tracked" tho siDeci;:l 1 rains 1 earing I In soldiers, and tiny could not udvhno another mile. "Whither are they going?" "What have tin y first to do?" is the cry. Police officials ride now with the captain temporarily in command; a carriage lias whisked tlio colonel over to headquarters, but haste! haste I is tho word. On tin y go, silent, grim, with the alkali du.-t ot tin* North Platto crossing still coating their rusty garb. A great swing bridge looms ahead; a dozen police deploy on either side and check the attending crowd. Over they go ijJ Aye. Out along the crests of the winding canyon the rifles aro ringing again. The cheers of troopers, liounding like goats up the rocky sides, are answered by clatter of hoof and snort of excited steeds in the rocky depths below. "Here we are, lads! Dismount! Lively now!" a well known voice is ordering, and Costigan fairly screams in ecstasy of joy, "Tear away the fire, captain, an then we'll heave over the rocks." Received of the Prince do Metternich 2o bot- tles of his best Jotaannisberger wine. AI.bx DTMAS. This proved to lDe a very costly autograph to the prince, for as a great nobleman he conbl not well refuse to make the "receipt" good, and old Johannisberger wine is enormously expensive.— Youth's Companion. And fo tin v h:»d on one road, but there aro others, better guarded, better run. The sun is well over to the west again, Chicago is resigning itself to another night of horror, win 11 from the suburbs there ce.i.n s gliding in to the heart of tho city tin- oddest looking railway train that 1.::s !CCn seen for As the sergeant speaks a little group of officers issues from tho battalion commander's tent. Foremost among them, in loose flapping raiment and broad brimmed hat and green goggles, is the rotund and jxirtly shape of Major Plummer, tho paymaster. •• Won, oia man, ' says tne cavalry leader, "you can hardly get into a scrape 'twixt hero and Sidney. We've seen you through all right so far; now we'll go on aliout our scouting. Your old friend Feeny asked permission to see you safely to the railway." they come now." Failed to Follow IJIh Remarks. ri DutC ti p, and then, turning to the right, tramp on down a roughly paved Htm-t, growing dim and dimmer every minute with stifling smoke. Presently they arcs crossing snakelike lines of bone, and useless; passing fire apparatus standing unhitched and neg looted; piissing firemen exhausted and li.-tl rs. Then occasional squads of scowling men give way before their steady tramp and are driven down alley ways and around street corners by reviving police. Then the head of co' limn turns to tho left and comes full upon a seen© of tumult—a great building in flames, a great mob surging aljout it defying police interference and bent apparently on gutting tho structure from roof tocellar and pillaging the neighboring stores. Now, men of tho Miss Fan Disyaele—I wish you would not lie so rambling in your conversation, Mr. SiDoons. A few minutes ago you were remarking that you loved me. Stalwart forms, brawny arms, are already at the work. Tho wagon tongues are prying under tho heavy, hissing, sputtering logs. Daring hands scatter the embers. Buckets of water are dashed over the live coals. "Up wid ye now, boys!" shouts Costigan. "Heave over thim rocks!" Down with a crash g(*-s the barricade. A cloud of steam rushes into the cave. A dozen «turdy troppers come leaping in, lifting Some people think that a man who it not talking or engaged in listening while some other man talks is nnhappy, whereas it is often not only a duty bnt a pleasure to engage in thought. So he came and slid in between my valise and myself. He had a big dogskin overcoat, and I had an Irish frieze that would not bend any more than a railroad bridge. Mr. Spoons—Y-ves, "Didn't I get a letter of thanks from the department commander?" grins Drummond. "What else could I expect?"years, a sight at which a host i f riotoaa men break away from lite threatening front, drawing v.ith them those "pals" whom drink has eithC r maddened or stupefi il; a sight at which skulking blackguards who have picked np paving stoiii s drop them into the gutters and think twice before tin y lay hand C in their revolver butts. No puffing engine hauls the train; tins motive power is at the rear. First and foremost is a platform car—open, uncovered, but over its buffer glisten the barrels of the dreaded gat ling gnn, and around the pun—can these be soldiers? Covered with dust and c indcrs, hardly a vestige of uniform among them, in tho shabbiest of old felt liats, in hunting shirts of flannel or buckskin, in scout worn trousers and Indian leggings, but with their prairie lDelts crammed with, copper cartridges, their brawny brown hands grasping the browner carbine, their keen eyes peering straight into the faces of the thronging crowd, their bronze features set and stem, the whole car fairly bristles with men who have fought trilte after tribe of savage fix's from tho Yellowstone to the Sonora line, and who hold a savage mob in utter contempt. Herts by the hub of the gatling's wheel stands old Feeny, close at the elbow of dark faced Druiuuiond., C troop's first platoon, "'mans" the gatling gun, and under its old leader of the Arizona campaigns "leads the procession" into the Garden City of the antebellum days. By Drummond's side is a railway official gazing ahead to seo that every switch is properly set and signaling back to the engineer when to "slow," when to come confidently ahead. Behind the platform car come ordinary baggage and passenger coaches, black with men in the same rough, devil may care scouting rig. All, except their horsCDs and horse equipments left with the quartermaster at Sidney station, the battalion has been run to Chicago exactly as it caino from the plains, and Chicago's Miss Fan Disyacle—And now you suddenly break off and ask mo to marry you. Please explain yourself.—Chicago Record. v "What else?" is Wing's impulsivo rejoinder. Then, as though mindful of some admonition, quieting at once and shaking in tone less suggestive, "Well, in your case I suppoeo you can be content with nothing, but bless 1110 if I could." Then, suddenly rising and resjiectfully touching his weather beaten hat, he salutes a stoutly built, soldierly looking man in rough scouting dress, whose only badgo of rank is the tarnished shoulder strup with the silver leaf on tho shabbiest old fatigue coat to bo found in tho battalion, most of whose members, however, wear no coat at all. Van. Winkle—How is that piece of land you bought in Florida getting on? Von Blumer—It will Iks all right when I get it finished. IIis Florida Investment. He opened a conversation with me and tried to draw me out, but the truth is that I am very hard to draw out much when I am wedged into a seat that way. Finally we got to talking about local, sun and railroad time in Ohio. "What, Feeny, and a first sergeant too? I'm honored indeed! Well, sergeant," he adds, catching sight of the grizzled red face under the old scouting hat, "I'll promise to let you run the machine this time and not interfere, no matter what stories come to us of beauty in distress. All ready?" Van Winkle—What more is there to do to it? Van Blumer—I am building a yacht to go with it.—New York World. It is a subject that greatly annoys yet interests me. The first thing an Ohio town does is to establish from three U —th, here's work cut out for you! Drive that mob, bloodlessly if you can, blood letting if you must t No Flaee For Them. "All ready, sir. if the major is." "Have you got any barons or lords stopping here?'' asked the lJewly arrived guest. tie more justice would be done, and the road management would be grateful for it. Every man owes it to hia fellow man to report wrongs, in order that they may be set right. We are generally too lazy to assist justice. We are in a hurry and forget to warn the authorities that a great wrong is being perpetrated, and the first we know a disaster is the result. AT THE STATION. "He wasn't that civil to mo in Arizona," laughs tho paymaster as he turns to shake hands with the officers about him. Tho colonel is again at tho head. All are on foot. "Lett front into line, double time;" tho first company throws its long double rank from curb to curb, Drummond, its commander, striding at its front, Wing, bis subaltern, anxionsly watching him from umong the file closers. Already they have reached tho rearmost of tho rioting groups, and with warning cries and imprecations these aro scurrying to either side and falling into tho bunds of tho accompanying police. Thicker, denser grows tho smoke; thicker, denser the mob. "No, sir,'' answered tho proprietor. "We ask cash in advance from all people without baggage."—Life. "Hullo, Wing—didn't mean to disturb your Biesta—Drummond here?" says the commander in his oiThand way, and at sound of tho well known voice Drummond, too, is on his feet in a twinkling. "You see you were new to tho business then," explains a tall captain. "Feeny considers you a war veteran now, after your experience at Moreno's. We all hail to serve our apprenticeship as suckling lieutenants before he would show us anything but a semblance of respect, (ioodby, major; good luck to Conversational. Mrs. Brise (at the musicale)—Oh, Mrs. Nuit, I had so much to say to you, and the pianist is through. Let us not fight with the employee himself, for he may be the kind who will enjoy it. Go to the head of that department with names and dates, and thereby yon are conferring a lasting blessing on the rest of the pnblic, as one does whc plants an oak or walls a spring at the roadside and hangs a gonrd thereby. "Seen the papers that came in torlavV" nnerW tho colonel, obliterating from his sentences all verbal superfluities.Mrs. Nuit—I'm just dying to hear it. Let's encore him.—Puck. A dozen sturdy troopers come leaping in. from the ground the helpless and bearing them to the blessed coolness of the outer air, and the last thing Jim Drummond sees—ero he swoons away—is the pale, senseless face of little Ruth close to his at the water's brink; her father, with Fanny clinging about his neck, kneeling by her side, his eyes uplifted in thanks to the God who even through sucli peril and distress has restored his loved ones, unharmed, unstained, to his rejoicing heart. you." ISismarck's Good Humor. "Goodby all. Goodby, Drummond. Goodby, Wing. Here I I must shake bands with you two again." And shake ho does; then is slowly "boosted" into his wagon, where, as tho whip cracks and the mules plunge at their collars and tilt him backward, the major's jolly red face -beams on all around, and he waves his broad brimmed hat in exuberant cordiality as they rattle away. "Not yet, sir; any news?" Tho Deutsche Revue publishes the following as an illustration of Prince Bismarck's good humor: "After lie had accepted the ministry of commerce the prince was struck by the insignificance of many matters he had to decide. If, for instance, anybody had lDeen caught illicitly hawking goods and had been sentenced to a fine, but had to l)e pardoned on tho score of poverty, it was necessary for the remission of tho line to obtain the consent ot two ministers—the minister of finance and tho minister of commerce. Bismarck had taken special notice of a case of this kind. A peddler had been sentenced to a fine ol 20 marks, and the under secretary of state repotted to the new minister of commerce that he was a poor devil who had to maintain a wife and child qnd would sink into still deejjer misery if the fine were converted into imprisonment. He therefore lagged Bismarck to sign an immediate report, advising the king to pardon the peddler. The prince emphatically refused to do so, for. he said, if the king had to lx- advised to use his right of pardon in all such cases justico would Ix-como a dead letter. The peddler has simply not to pay tho fine and must escape imprisonment in order to save himself and his family from' absolute ruin. The under secretary of state then referred to the traditional practice and appealed to the heart of his chief, who answered: 'All right. I'll give tho poor devil.the 80 marks out of my own pocket, but you shall not have my signature for the thing.' " "H—1 to pay in Chicago, so far as heard from. Tho railway strike has taken finn hold there. Police and militia both seem unable to do anything against the mob, and tho authorities are stampeded. Your home, isn't it?" "Clear this street! Chit of tho wayt" are the orders, and for a half block or so clear it is. Then comes tho first opposition. On a pilo of luruljer a tall, stalwart man in grizzled heard and slouching hat—evidently a leader of mark among tho mob—is shouting orders and encouragement What ho pays cannot bo heard, but now, tightly wedged between tho rows of buildings, tho mob is ut bay, and yelling mad resjKmso to the frantic appeals and gesticulations of their leader at lea*t 2,000 reckless and infuriated men have faced tho littlo battalion surging steadily up tho narrow street. We had tried for half an hour to get some information regarding a delayed train, but the agent would not even reply. He picked his teeth and looked far, far away, or pretended to be busy and turned his back on us. He was exceptionally mean and cold. He would have scolded us if he could have done it safely. "It was once, sir, but that was many % long year ago." The group of officers presently disperse, two tall lieutenants strolling off together and throwing themselves under the spreading branches of a big cottonwood. One of them, darker and somewhat heavier built now, but muscular, active, powerful, is Drummond; tin other, a younger man by a brace of years, tall, blue eyed, blond lDearded, wearing on his scouting blouse the straps of a • second lieutenant, is our old friend Wing, and Wing does not hesitato in presence of his senior officer —such is the bond of friendship between them—to draw from his breast iDocket a letter just received that day when the courier met them at the crossing of tho Dry Fork, and to loso himself in its contents. " W-e-ell," says the colonel reflectively, stroking his grizzled beard,"it's my belief there is worse to come. It isn't the striking railway hands that will do the mischief, but every time there's a strike all the thieves and thugs and blackguards in tho coinmuaity turn out. That's what happened in Pittsburg—that's what's tho matter in Chicago. It looks to mo as though the plea for regular troops would have to be granted." CHAPTER XII. There were four of us, and if we could not make that train in time we wanted to take another going the other way and by means of another junction get to our appointed town. The agent of the road seemed to resent the fact that our agent wore good clothing and looked prosperous. You know that offends some people. Others become inflamed at a man because he is fine looking. Most all the enemies I have ever had really had no other complaint to make against me. It is a sultry clay, early in July, and the sun ia going westward through a fleet of white, whid driven clouds that Bend a host of deep shadows sweeping and chasing over the wide prairie. Northward the view is limited by a low range of bluffs, destitute of tree or foliage, but covered thickly with the rammer growth of bunch grass. Southward, three mile* away at least, though it seems much less, a similar range, pierced here and there with deep ravines, frames the picture on that side. Midway between the two ridges and fringed with clumpn of cottonwood and willow, a languid rtreain flows silently eastward and is lost with the valley in the dim distant. Out to the west in long,gradnal curve the southward range veers around and spDaris the horizon. Midway across this monotone of landscape, cutting the stream at right angles, a hard prairio road comes twisting and turning out of one of the southern ravines, and after a long, gradual dip to the ford among the cottonwoods emerges from their leafy shade and goes winding away nntil lost among the "breaks" to .the north. It is one of the rontes to the Black Hills of Dakota —the wagon road from the Union Pacific at Hidney by way of old Fort Robinson, Neb., where a big garrison of some 14 companies of cavalry and infantry keep watch and ward over the Sioux nation, which, one year previous, was in the midst of the maddest, most successful war it ever waged against the white man. That was the centennial year—1876. This is another eventful year for the cavalry—1877; for before the close of the summer even the troops so far to the southeast are destined to be summoned to the chase and capture ■of wary old Chief Joseph—the greatest Indian general ever reared unon the Pacific slope—and even now, on . lis July day, here are cavalrymen at their accustomed task, and though it is five years since we saw them under the heat and glare of the Arizona sun there are familiar faces among these that greet us. HE SAW THAT I WAS READING. five kinds of time, so we never know whether to open the box office on standard, local or stin time. Sometimes in addition to this they go partially by the courthouse clock or the clock on the biggest and most prosperous church. This latter is locally called "God's time." Wing gives one glancc into the dying facc. make a tour through the mountains in northwestern Wyoming and wants Drummond with tho escort. She is radiant only until sho catches sight of her sister's face. It is not so very warm an evening, yet she marshals the household out on the steps, out on the back veranda—anywhero out of that parlor, where, just as tho faint notes of the trumpets aro heard sounding their martial tattoo, and jnst as Lieutenant Wing, returning from a tiptoed visit to his sleeping boy and escaped for tho moment from tho vigilance of his wife, now hap{Deus to go blundering in—there is heard from the dimly lighted rorner near the piano the sound of subdued sobbing, the sound of a deep, manly voice, low, soothing, wondronslj happy, the sound—a sound indescribable in appropriate English, yet never misunderstood — a sound nt which V. ing halts short, pauses one instant irresolute, then faces alxmt and goes tijitoing out into tli-j brilliant sheen C f th» vestibule lamps, into the l.ril'ian; gleam of his fond wife's questioning, reproachful ejes. " you may have to nre.Urummonrt," says tho colonel coolly. "Get in rear of your company." Obedient, tho tall lieutenant turns and follows bis chief along tho front of his advancing lino so an to pass around tho flank. He is not 50 paces from the pile on which the mob leader, with half a dozen half drunken satellites, is shouting his exhortations. Just as the lieutenant's arm is grazing grim old Feeuy'a elbow as lie passes the first sergeant's station, a brick comes hurtling through tho air, strikes full upon the back of tho officer's unprotected head and sends him, face forward, into tho muddy street. In tho yell of triumph that follows. Wing's voice.for an instant is unheard. Otiedient to its principle, "Never load until about to fire," the battalion's carbines are still empty, but all on a sudden C* troop halts. "With ball cartridges, load!" is Wing's hoarse, stern order. "Now aim low when 1 give the word. Firo by company. Company, ready!" and like ono tho hammers click. But no command "Aim" follows. "Look oat! Look out! For (Jod'ssako don't tire! Out of tho way!" aro tho frantic yells from the throats of tho mob. Away they go, scattering down side streets, alley ways, behind lumber piles, ever}-where—anywhere. Many even throw themselves flat on their faces to escapo tho expected temjHst of lead. "Don't fire," says the colonel mercifully. " Forward, double time, and givo them tho butt. We'll support you." Down from the lumber piles coino thererstwhile truculent leaders. "Draw cartridge, men," orders Wing in wrath and disapixiintment. 'Now, butts to tho front, and give them h—1. Forward!" And out he leaps' to tako the lead, dashing straight into tho thick of tho scattering mob, his men after him. Thero is a minute of wild yelling, cursing, of resounding blows and trampling feet, and in the midst of it all a single shot, and when Wing, breathless, is finally halted two squares farther on only a dozen broken headed wretches remain along tho street to represent tho furious mob that confronted them a few minutes before. Only tbeso few and ono writhing, bleeding form, around which half a dozen policemen aro curiously gathered, and at whoso side tho battalion surgeon baa just knelt. It is so in Ashland. There a good many go by the clock in the big church tower. "Think wo can get there, sir?" asks Wing eagerly. ••toughs," who would have hooted and jeered iDerhaps at sinht of polished brasses and nattv uniforms, recoil bewildered before this gang of silent and disciplined "jayhawkers." Steadily, silently, ominously, tho train rolls along. As it is rounding a curve several ugly looking fellows are seen running at speed toward tho switch lever "Can't say. We're supposed to have our hands full covering this section of Nebraska, though I haven't heard of a hostile Sioux this summer. Besides, they have full regiments of infantry at Omaha and along the lakes. Doesn't Mrs. Wing say anything about the trouble?" Our agent iisked gently and in a cooing voice if lie could get information regarding trains, as he had other plans that must be made if our own train should bo over two hours late. Recently an engineer was killed there by a collision, and the pastor closed the sermon by saying: "Our dear brother has gone from us, and we as his mourning friends regret that he was taken so suddenly, ere he had time to prepare—snatched away in the full flush of health and before he had time to prepare his soul for a future state, a life among the saints and the elect—and I wish that I might bring myself to believe that this man, who died in the discharge of his duty and while reversing his engine in order to save the lives of hundreds of men, women and children on his train, might be given a chance hereafter throuirh divine mercv to prepare himself so that he could enter into the crystal city yet in God's own good time." The agent said he didn't run trains. He just sold tickets. "All well with the madam and the kid?" queries Druinmond, after the manner of the frontier, when at last Wing folds and replaces ljin letter, a happy light in his brave bine eyes. Our agent, Mr. Raymond, said, "You run the telegraph station, do you not?" "Her letter is fyur days old, sir, and only says her father looks upon the situation as one of much gravity, but women rarely see troubles of this kind until they come to their doors." it- The agent stepped over to the other side of the room and pretended to read his letter bC*Dk, as if regarding the literary style of letters he had written regarding way car No. 0897632, which was billed to appear at Cincinnati the week before, but was reported in bad condition at Cleveland and referred to the agent at Bicarbonate, O., who begged leave to report as follows, etc. • "All well. Paquita says that Harvey has captured the entire household, and that Grandpa Harvey is liis abject slave. There isn't anything in Chicago too good for that 2-year-old. They've had th« ni j hotoed together—the kid on his grandfather's shoulder." Professional Women. Mrs. Cynthia. Westover, speaking before tin; Professional Woman's Ijoaguo in New York on "Solitude and Sm-iety For the Professional Woman—How Much of Kach She Should Seek," said: " Well, this is The Times of two days ago. It reached Sidney at breakfast time this morning, and Hatton brought two or three copies out when he came with the mail. I thought you two might be interested." And with that the colonel goes strolling along down the bank of the stream, pausing here mid there to chat with some officers or give some order relative to tne grazing of the horses—one of his especial "fads." "Tli'- strongest reason why professional women should lie drown toother is not identity of class, not identity of race, not a conunon interest hi any particular art or science, hut because then; is something in their idiosyncrasies that will give a charm to intercourse Iietween them and broaden and clarify ideas perhaps already born. To Ik; a successful professional woman one must study nature with an unprejudiced mind. Thp help of, the races is absolutely necessary. To impersonate a character one must lDe acquainted with that character in real life, know him in all his moods and not learn of him from books. The more human nature a character displays the more the audience will Ik; touched and pleased. In mingling with jieople we must not lose our originality. We must be careful to "Aren't you afraid his Arizona uncle will l.e jealous for his own boy's sake?" laughs Druinmond. Mr. Raymond asked the agent if he thought the train would be along in time to connect at Dayton for Xenia. At that moment the engineer's fireman arose and said: * "I don't believe Ned would lDegrudge Fanny anything the old man might feel for her or for hers. He is generosity itself toward his sisters, and surely I could never have found a warmer friend —out of the army. You know how he stood by me." "I've been asked that question now about 1,100 times," said the agent, flying at the bars of his cage and biting great mouthfuls out of the ticket rack. "Excuse me, elder, but Alick was a good railroad man, and you'll find when you get into God's great roundhouse that Allc.k ran on railroad time and that he got in on time. He always obeyed orders and ran on the schedule. If you're lucky, elder, you'll find him there." And this evening, just as the sun disappears over tne low bluff lying to tne west and the horses are being picketed for the night, while from a score of cook fires the appetizing savor of antelope steak and the aroma of "soldier coffee" rise u]»on the air, a little dust cloud sweeps out from the ravine into which disappears the Sidney road and comes floating out across the prairie. Keen eyed troopers quickly note the speed with which it travels toward them. Officers anil men, who have just IxH'n looking to the security of their steeds, pause now on their way to supper and stand gazing through the gloaming at tho coming cloud. In five minntes the cause is apparent—two swift riders, urging their horses to full sjkmmI, racing tor the ford. Five mL ates more and the foremost throws himself from the saddle in tho midst of the group at the colonel's tent and hands that officer a telegraphic dispatch, which is received, opened, read with imperturbable gravity and pocketed. To the manifest chagrin of the courier and disappointment of his officers, the colonel simply says: And for till answer, it t ' iv;x l too public a spot for oth; i C1 in tion, Wing simply liug.s liin "I know," said Mr. Raymond, "but I haven't asked you before. I just ask you now just once more if I can make that connection?" "I know, and it was most gratifying —not but that 1 feel sure you would have won without his aid. Tho old man simply couldn't quite l*D reconciled to her marrying in the army and living In Arizona." Steadily, xUcnVv, nwltiouxly, the train That night, under the arching the great railway station, t •:. D coj He then wiped his brow with a handful of cotton waste and sat down. roils along. at tho next street crossing. Excitedly tho railway man clutches Drtiininond's elbow and points. Two troopers arfkneeling close at hand. so long united hy the tic s of such r "You can if this train gets there before the other goes out." Is 4pect and affection as are ougenderet Dnly liy years of danger and liardshii homo in common, and now so happily united by a closer tie, aro pacing thC platform absorbed in parting words. "Well, you are so crisp and fresh that I see no way but to telegraph the manager. I have a blank, thank you. I met the manager the other day and told him of an agent who had treated me this way, and lie told me to report it next time. I have the witnesses here, fortunately, to the way you have behaved, so I will wiro him." "A strange land for a honeymoon certainly -yet where and when was there a happier? Do you rememlDer how the A]laches jumped the Verde buckboard the very week after wo worn married?" "Shoot if they toncli that switch." says Drumniond, and instantly the locks click iis the hammers are brought to full cock. Tho foremost runner is almost at tho iron stand; his hand is outstretched to grasp it when a gasping, warning cry reaches his ears. Glancing back, lio sees his fellows scattering to either side, and one look at the smooth rolling car reveals tho cause; two carbines are leveled at him, und flat ho throws himself on his face and rolls to one side amid derisive laughter from the strikers themselves. A little farther on a knot of surly rioters aro gathered on tho track. No warning whistle sounds, and the clanging bell is too far to the rear to attract their attention. "Out »Df tho way there!" is tho blunt, roughly spoken order. No time this for standing on ceremony. Vengeful and scowling tho men spring aside, some stooping to pick up rocks, others reaching into their pockets for the ready pistol, but rocks aro dropped and pistols undrawn as tho train whirls rapidly by, and wrath gives place to mystification. Who what are these Strang*;, silent, stubbly bearded, sun tanned fellows in slouch hats, flannel shirt* and the worn old black belts over the shoulder? Even tho engine has its guard, and half a dozen of them, perched ujion the tender, have leveled their carbines to flank and rear, ready t.D let drive into the crowd the instant a brick is heaved or a trigger pulled. ?x|M'l the waste we have breathed in and keep the good. If we avoid society, we liecome moody, and oar work reflects the condition of our imnd. One must withdraw from society just long enough to take note of what he learns from it." "Jim, think what a load I've had to carry nil these five years and forbiddi n by my good angel to breathe a word of it to yon." I observed one peculiarity in the legal a* guments of Judge Black. He rarely referred to what it has become fashionable with the profession to call "authorities." 'When he cited an adjudicated case it was apt to be one that was, to some extent at least, actually binding upon the court, and those he generally quoted from memory. 1 cannot recall a single instance indeed in which I ever saw him read from a book to verify the accuracy of his statement of • point that had been decided or a principle which had been established, although he invariably cited volume and page when he referred to a decision or text book at all.— J. Proctor Knott In Fetter's Southern Magazine.#adpe Blaek'i Memory. "And you spent half CDf the honeymoon scouting the Ton to basin? J should say sol What with a courtship in a robbers' cave, a marriage in a cavalry camp and a wedding tour in saddle, you had a unique experience, Wing, but— you deserved her." And Druinmond turns and grips his comrade's "I can't realize my own happiness, old man. I never dreamed that, after sho got out into tho world and saw for herself, that sho would remember her girlish fancy or have nnother thought for me." In conclusion Miss Westover said, with Emerson, the people, and not tho college, is our home. Solitude is impracticable and society fatal. "Wo must keep our heads in one und our hands in tho other." He then wrote out this telegram: Muoo's Landing, O., March U. George P. Dickinson, General Manager R. S. All along under tho cottonwoods below the crossing the bivouac extends. Long before sunrise these hardy fellows were in saddle, and in long column have come marching down from tho north—four strong troops—a typical battalion of regular cavalry as they looked and rodo in those stirring days that brought about the subjugation of the Sioux. Out on the prairie tho four herds of the four different troops are quietly grazing, each herd watched by Its trio of alert, though often apparently dozing, guards. One troop is made up entirely of black horses, another of aorrels—two are of bays. Another herd is grazing close to the stream— the mules of the tw#gon train—and the white tops of {these cumbrous vehicles are dotting the left bank of the winding water for 200 or 800 yards. Cook fires are smoldering in little pits dug in .the yielding soil, but tho cooking is over for the present. Tho men have had 'their substantial dinner and are now smoking or sleeping or chatting in groups in the shade—allMmt a squad of a dozen, commanded by a grizzled veteran on whose worn blouse the chevrons of a first sergeant are stitched. Booted and spurred, with carbines slung and saddles packed, these sun tanned fellows are standing or sitting at e'ase», holding the re-ins of their sleepy chargers and waiting: apparently for the pasaengera who are to start in the stout built Concord drawn by four sleek, strong looking mules, now staneling in the shade near the canvas homestead of the commanding office-r. V. P. R. II. Knorkcd Over l»y u Panther, Agent hen; will give no .information regarding arrival of No. 17, though it Is important that I should have it at once. In addition to this he attempts to be funny and insulting. How can I get the information, as a loss of $U00or $1,1X10 will result from our failure to reach Clematis, O., by 8 o'clock? "1 know you didn't. Yet Fan say? that ever since the voyago in tho Newbern little Rnth has never had a thought for anybody else." Mrs. Tyncke, in her book, "How I Shot My"Bears," has some things to say obout panthers, with which at different times she has had no little to do. Along with other things she tells this little story: hand Wing is silent a moinemt. His eyes are) wistfully searching the elder's half averted face. Thero is a moment's silence, then Wing Bpeaks again: 8. E. Raymond. Panthers not infrequeiUly attack men. A curious case occurred to an acquaintance Df ours, a forest officer. He was walking with a friend along a forest road in the middle of -the day, with an umbrella over his head to keep tho sun off, when at a turn in the road they came upon a panther.He handed this in at the window and asked to have it 6ent at once. The agent stopped whistling. He counted the worus, reading them as he went. When he got through, his inouth was dry, and his effort to spit out the fire was a sad failure. "Jim, you told mo awhiloagoof your sister's approaching marriage. Are you not going em?" "There has not been timofor mother's letter to reach me. I had to write, of course, and tell her of tho fato that at last befell him. Do you know 1 feel as though after all it was my hand that did it." Ineedoto of Dr. Duffield. "W-e-ell, I'm going te» supper. You all*C1 be-tter have yeDurs too." A good story is told of the late Rev. Dr. Duffield, the eminent Presbyterian clergyman. He was exceedingly fond of a jest, and once when the synod met in Philadelphia ho entertained at dinner Rev. Mr. Strain, the clerk of the body, into whose pocket, already crammed with papers pertaining to the meeting, Dr. Duffield slipped a pack of cards loosely rolled up in paper. When they returned to the church and the session was resumed, Strain rose to read a report, and thrusting his hand into his pocket drew out the pack of cards, which, being loose, were scattered on the table and floor. "Yes. It will Iki early in Octobnr. She's blissfully happy, is Puss, und he's a very substantial, solid sent of a fellow. I'm we;ll content, at last, that her future is assuied." "Why, blumo hi» old hide!" pants the courier later, "tho quartermaster told me never to low* a second, but git that to him heforo dark. Tho hull outfit's ordered to Chicago by special train." "He's shot through and through," is his verdict presently. "No power can nave him. Wlio i:» lie?" "How so?" The officer was unarmed, and rememlxring the time honored story he undertook to scare the panther away by ]Hiinting the umbrella at him and opening and shutting it. Instead of running away, however, the panther charged tho officer, knocked him down and stood over him. "I suppose you know that if I send this it will cost me mv nlace?" he said, puiiing tne wrong ena or tne pen over his ear and soaking his sulphur colored hair with ink. "Anel vou arei a free ngent practically. Isn't it time wo he;ard erf yenir own happiness—your own vino anel fig tree, olel man?" "About tho worst ami most dangerous ringleader of riot this town hns known, sir, "-is tho nuswer of ono of tho polico officials. "No ono knew where ho camo from either—or his real "Feony says ho knew him tho instant that side of his face was turned toward him—tho eido my knifo laid open years ago. That was a fatal scar." And so, finding tho secret out, the colonel presently puts asiele profe ssional sang froiel anel conele«cends to I hi human again. THE END. "I'm not talking about your private affairs," said Raymond. "I am hired myself for the purpose of getting my attractions to their destinations and keeping faith with the public^' "Time's gone by, I reckejn," laughs Drummonel, yet ne»t merrily. "I've hael too much to think of—too much responsibility—anel proliably have leDst my chance." The second man in the meantime had taken tCD his heels, ami the ollieer's case looked desperate, lint for some reason the panther did not improve his opportunity. While" the prostrate officer was wondering where the beast would set his teeth first he turned away, leaving the man considerably upDet in more ways than one, but entireiy uninjured. "Get a heDarty supper all ronnel, gentle'inen, then—'liesets and saddles' anel away fe»r Sidney!" name." And then in his dying nponytho fallen demagogue turns, and tho other side of his twitching faco comcs uppermost. Even through tlio thin, grizzly beard there is plainly peen an ugly, jagged scar stretching from ear to chin. ItealiMm In tlie Drama. Realism in the drama i3 a groat thing. Tho other day a London manager applied to a magistrate fur jhtmission to introduce a live infant in a firo wene. The child was to lie rescued from D\ burning house by a collie dog, which was to climb a ladder anil leap from a window with the baby in his mouth. The manager was highly indignant when his application was refused,and so wan tho affectionate father who had provided the baby for a nightly consideration.—Stage] and. - nut i snan oe inrown out 01 employment, and I have a large family of chil- Wing lejeDks as though lie wanteel mightily to say something, butconepiors his impulse. i wo nays later, a nerco juiy sun is (touring down a flood of humid, moisture laden heat upon a densely packed, sweltering mass of turbulent men, many of them flushed with drink, all of them flushed with triumph, for tho ill armed, ill disciplined militia of tho seventies—a pygmy force as compared with tho expert "guardsmen" of today—has been scattered to the winds; the sturdy police have been swept from the streets and driven to tho shelter of tho stations. Mob law rules supreme. Dense clouds of smoke are rising from sacked and ruined warehouses and from long trains of burning cars. Hero and there little groups of striking employees have gathered, holding aloof from tho reeklens and infuriated mob, appalled at tho sight of riot and devastation resulting from their ill advised action. Many of their numlier, conscious of their responsibility for tho scenes of bloodshed and pillage and wanton destruction of property, public and private, would Duffield enjoyed the fun. But Strain, not at all embarrassed, yet with awful solemnity, looking at Dr. Duffield, said, "When I see that man in the pulpit, I am so delighted and edified with his preaching that I feel as if he ought never to come out, but when I see his levity out of the pulpit I am disposed to think that he Bhould never enter it again."-— Christian at Work. . dren." "October is a le»ng way off." he- finally remarks, "and I theDngM vou night And ho into the great stono statioi they roll, and Ik re they find the plat forms jammed with citizens DmC "This isn't lii:i fir.-t row 1 D3* any man-* nCT of ini'ai':-. if it in his last," ways a sergeant of jiolice. "Look at that I t him anyhow?" "I'm not asking about your children,'' said Raymond. "The census is another matter. As I said before, my own position depends upon being able to fulfill my contract with the manager of the opera house at Clematis, O." on His Itirthriay. find earlier opportunity Cil V Wow tnat is el Hits entire C . bnsinffl m Arizona lliu oldgoitl ln.-n takes lift* easier. Tho winter i:« C :itlw did him ti lot of good, and Fan wiitet that ho sofniH ho happy now, having hi* two girls and his little Krucdson under tho B»ino roof with liis sister and her children. What a reunion after all these years!" ; east. drawn by euriosit line act 1 vi e. ami m Oliver Ha/ 1 I'irry, the naval here, day of August, 178.rD, • day of August, Ibid, precisely. He died of yel v eit t pathizera in the stril v of V in) * vra i I'Mt 'i on ti ing in the crowded thorongbfaro without. Tho train has hardly come to a stand when from every direction tin mass of outsiders is heaving up around it. them prominent leader*of theinobsu "I did," is tho cool. prompt answer, and Sergeant Feeny raises his hand to his carried carbino and stands attention as ho sees tho surgeon kneeling there. "I did, and just in tho nick of ilt tl low the | Ucpuyik "But I can't send this telegram with out losing my place." fr j s his vessel was entering in, Trinidad.—St. Louis "And if you don't send it you'll lose your place. I can give you a written guarantee regarding that." Her Opinion of It. Plenty of lefway For the UnpnnctuaL time. Ho h;nl drawn a head on our lieutenant, but even If ho hadn't I'd liavo downed him, and bo would ocy man in that company yonder." And EVeny points to where (J troop stands resting aftC r its charge. "Onco when I was in one of my back counties," said a Tennessee congressman, "I stopped at a small hotel, where I was an object of curiosity to a couple of natives, evidently man and wife. I was sitting out on a little inircli in front of the house reading a newspaper, and they were watching me as if I were some kind of a new creation, but I tried to remain unconscious of it behind my. paper. Finally they began to talk. Ifniiiftl't In Ilio Man. A genuine sign in a Market street restaurant, Philadelphia, "Six o'clock dinner here from 5:30 to 7:80."—Life. Presently two soldiers following a young man in civilian dress come forward lugging a littlo green painted iron safe, and this, with a swing and a thud, they deposit in the wagon. "Now, Fecny, cloar the platform t tli«' loft. Take tin: other (If, Wit They were ulx to open tlio women's hhj reading. The presi-11 h• firs' pxiilm, but hiul got :«ui " t'li-.sscil is the man" By this lime everybody in the station had gathered round the window where the two men faced each other through the bars. 'Where are they living inChica says Drnminond quietly to tl onicer session with dent srlecii".i no farther t "Yon would know better than I, for at the front dfjor of the ii' riiyBtclaii, Wheel Thyself. —think of it!- I have never been east of tho Missouri pi nee my babyhood," answers Wing. "Pan writes that her aunt has a lovely house on what they call tho North Side near the great waterworks at the lake front." In the very fraction of a, m-cond tlie first sergeant und 11 dozen men have leajx-d from the det-k, and (straight into the heart of the crowd they go. "Back with ye! Out o' this!" are tho when the meet, --Newport NV, broke up in confusion There was a pause. There is a physician of New York who makes his daily rounds on a bicycle.— Hardware. "You've seen that before, sergeant," laughs the civilian. "You knew him then?" "Knew him instantly, as a deoerter, thafe, highwayman and murderer— know him an Private Bland in Arizona rind would know him by that scar." \ Hack (if Cniiflrfi'iM'f The ticket man said, with blue lips, "Tlie train will bo here in time for you to connect at Dayton." - Clerk—A on the man who came in "I have, lngad, nn when it had a heap inCne green inside an less outside than it has now. Faith, I never expected to see it again. nor the oavin aster item yesteniay and gave our buyer a cigar? Drummer—Ye*. How did lie like it? Clerk (••.ayagely)—lie gave it to me.— Cloak Review. "Yes, but that won't answer now. 1 have riven you a telegram to send to Mr. Dickinson, and you are losing time." It was so still in the depot that one Still on the Stage. Perry—They are still at it in Brazil. Berry—It must be pretty near timo for a souvmir performance.—Puck. . determined orders, emphasized by vigor* nw prods with the heavy carbinebutts. Astonished at methods so promut "I know tho neighborhood well," says Drununond. "Chicago is as fa- " 'Who d' you reckon ho is?' queried tho woman in a half whianer. A policeman bends and wrenches a