Pittston Gazette

              latabltehed 1850, I TOL. XLIX No. 34 f Oldest Newspaper in the Wvomine Vallev PITTSTON LUZ RNE TY, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL a8, 1899. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. J Sl.OO m Year ; in AdrniM. ,**«&*D known or read of the grotesque and the horrible paled before the fact just communicated by the ex-Brahman. Sixteen years ago, when I first landed in Bombay, I had been told by a wandering Armenian of the existence, somewhere in India, of a place to which such Hindoos as had the misfortune to recover from trance or catalepsy were conveyed and kept, and I recollect laughing heartily at what I was then pleased to consider a traveler's tale. Sitting at the bottom of the sand trap, the memory of Wateon's hotel, with its swinging pnnkahs, white robed attendants and the sallow faced Armenian, rose np in my mind as vividly as a photograph, and I burst into a load fit of laughter. The contrast was too absurd 1 licious pleasure in emphasizing this point and in watching me wince. Nothing that I could do would induce him to tell me who the mysterious "they"' were. such outbursts In the course of that evening. Yes, we were a republic indeed—a republic of wild beasts penned at the bottom of a pit, to eat and fight and sleep till we died I I attempted no protest of any kind, but sat down and stared at the hideous sight in front of ma In lees time almost than it takes me to write this Pontic's body was divided, in some unclean way or other. The men and women had dragged the fragments on to the platform and were preparing their morning meaL Qunga Dass cooked mina The almost irresistible impulse to fly at the sand walls until I was wearied laid bold of me afresh, and I had to struggle against it with all my might Qunga Dass was offensively jocular till I told him that if be addressed another remark of any kind whatever to me I should strangle him where he sat This silenced him till silence became insupportable and I bade him say something. carry exploded cartridge cases, especially "browns," which will not bear loading twice, about with him when shooting. In other words, that cartridge case had been fired inside the crater. Consequently there must be a gun somewhere. I was on the verge of asking Qunga Dass, bnt checked myself, knowing that he would lia We laid the body down on the edge of the quicksand by the tussocks. It was my intention to push it out and let it be swallowed np, the only poesible mode of burial that I could think of. I ordered Qnnga Dass to go away. was conscious that I was being dragged, face downward, tip the steep sand slope,-and the next instant fonnd myself, choked and half fainting, on the sand hills overlooking the crater. Dunnoo, with his face ashy gray in the moonlight, implored me not to stay, but to get back to my tent at once. | THE CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR.  Qunga Dass took an eminently businesslike view of my situation, and while we were dining—I can afford to laugh at the recollection now, but it was painful enough at the time—propounded the terms on which he would consent to "do" for ma My 9 rupees 8 annas, he argued, at the rate of 8 annas a day, would provide me with food for 51 days, or about seven weeks —that is to say. he would be willing to cater for me for that length of tima At the end of it I was to look after myself. For a further consideration—videlicet my boots—he would be willing to allow me to occupy the den next to hiB own and would supply me with as much dried grass for bedding as he could spara Topic Far the Weak Beclailic A*rB| SO-Ooaacat ky Her. 8. H. Doric. ' Topic.—How shall we divide our timet—, Bool, ill, 1-ii 1 STRANGE RIDE "It is so ordered," be would reply, "and I do not yet know any one who has disobeyed the ordera " OF The proper use of our time is one «f| the moat important duties of lifa It is, a gift of God which once gone never returns. Our suocess in life depends upon our ability to properly divide m MORROWBIE JUKES. "Only wait till my servants find that I am missing," I retorted, "and 1 promise you that this place shall be cleared off the face of the earth, and I'll give you a lesson in civility, too my friend." It seems that he had tracked Pomic'p footprints 14 miles across the sands to the crater; had returned and told my servants, who flatly refused to meddle with any one, white or black, once fallen into the hideous village of the dead, whereupon Dunnoo had taken one of my ponies and a couple of punkah ropes, returned to the crater and hauled me out, as I have described. BY RUDYARD KIPLING. properly use the time which God allots to us. In these days, when the demands upon the time of those who are active "Your servants would be torn in pieces before they came near this place, and, besides, you are dead, my dear friend It is not your fault of course, but none the lees you are dead and bnried " and industrious are so Then I gingerly put the corpse out on the quicksand. In doing bo—it was lying face downward—I tore the frail and rotten khaki shooting coat open, disclosing a hideous cavity in the back. I have already told you that the dry sand had, as it were, mummified the body. A moment's glance showed that the gaping hole had been caused by a gunshot wound The gun must have been fired with the muzzle almost touching the back The shooting coat being intact, had been drawn over the body after death, which must have been insttfbtaneoua The secret of the poor wretch's death was plain to me in a flash. Some one of the crater, presumably Qunga Dass, must have shot him with his own gun—the shot that fitted the brown cartridges. He had never attempted to escape in the face of the rifle fire from the boat the question of the proper dividing of j time becomes all the more important.. Alfred the Great of England  his day into three per?ods of eight hours each—one period for work, a second far recreation and the third for sleep. Thus he accomplished much in lifa Aliv* or daad—there is bo otbar way.—Na- Bw PtOTttb. shored internally with driftwood and bamboos, and over the mouth a wooden drip board projected, like the peak of a jockey's cap, for two feet No sign of life was visible in these tunnels, but a most sickening stench pervaded the entire amphitheater—a stench fouler than any which my wanderings in Indian villages have introduced me to. Gunga Dass, as he bent over the unclean bird, watched me curiously. Hindoos seldom laugh, and bis surroundings were not such as to move Qunga Dass to any undue excess of hilarity. He removed the crow solemnly from the wooden spit and as solemnly devonred it Then he continued his Btory, which I give in his own words: To cut a long story short, Dunnoo is now my personal servant on a gold mohnr a month, a sum which I still think far too little for the services he has rendered. Nothing on earth will induce me to go near that devilish spot again or to reveal its whereabouts more clearly than I have done. Of Gunga Da as I have never found a trace, nor do I wish to do so. My sole motive in giving this to be published is the hope that some one may possibly identify, from the details and the inventory which I have given above, the corpse of the man in the olive green hunting suit. There is, as the conjurers say, no deception about this tale. Jukes by accident stumbled upon a village that is well known to exist, though he is the only Englishman who has been there. A somewhat similar institution used to flourish on the outskirts of Calcutta, and there is a story that if you go into the heart of Bikanir, which is in the heart of the great Indian desert, yon shall come across net a village, bat a town, where the dead who did not die - bat may not live have established their headquarter*. And since it is perfectly true that in the same desert is a won- At irregular intervals supplies of food. I was told, were dropped down from the lend side into the amphitheater. and the inhabitants fought for them like wild beasta When a man felt his death coming on, he retreated to his lair and died there. The body was sometimes dragged out of the bole and thrown on to the sand or allowed to rot where it lay. "Very well, Qnnga Dass," I replied. "To the first terms I cheerfully agree, but as there is nothing on earth to prevent my killing you as you sit here and taking everything that you have"—I thought of the two invaluable crows at the time—"I flatly refuse to give you my boots and shall take whichever den I please." "Ton will live here till you die like the other Feringhi," he said coolly, watching me over the fragment of gristle that he was gnawing. The wise man in the topical reference* teaches us that God has set a time for! all things. The phanges that are going j on in life are constant, and yet nothing is done haphazardly or without system.! There is a time for every work of God. and each comes in its season. If God finds it necessary in order to carry out His purposes in life to have a time and a season for everything, how much more certain it is that if we are to accomplish the purpose for which God made us we must have a time for the duties of life and perform them at thdtr J time. • t Just how each one is to divide his time is a question that be only can de-: cide. But there are certain principles which should have due influence upon all in the use of tima 1. We should use our time in conformity to the will of God. Time is a precious gift of God that should he oonsecrated to Him, just as we consecrate our money or o*r talents to Him. 9. In the division and use of our time ample provision should be made for all religious duties and devotions. The spiritual is often neglected for the material and sacrificed for that which is of less importance. Many who allot sufficient time each day for the feeding of the body make no provision for the soul, yet it is just as neceesaiy that the'soul should be fed as the body. 8. We should divide and use our time in the light of eternity of the fact that time will some time end and 1 we shall be called upon to render an account for the use we have made of it We should strive to use each moment, hour and day of our lives as we shall wish we had used them when the end of our time here comes. No better motto or /ule for the proper division and use of time could be suggested that Having remounted Pornic, who was as anxious as I to get back to camp, 1 rode round the base of the horseshoe to find some place whence an exit would be practicable The inhabitants, whoever they Alight be, bad not thought fit to pat in an appearance, so I was left to my own devices. My first attempt to "rash" Pornic up the steep sand banks showed me that I had fallen into a trap exactly on the same model as that which the ant lion sets for its prey. At each step the shifting sand poured down from above in tons, and rattled on the drip boards of the boles like small shot A couple of ineffectual charges Bent us both rolling down to the bottom, half choked with the torrents of sand, and I was constrained to turn my attention to the river bank. "What other sahib, you swine T Speak at once, and don't stop to tell me a lia" "In epidemics of the cholera you are carried to be burned almost before you are dead When yon come to the river *ide. the cold air perhaps makes yon alive, and then, if yon are only little alive, mad is put on your nose and month and yon die conclusively. If yon are rather more alive, more mud is pat but if you are too lively they let yon go and take you away. I was too lively and made protestation with anger against the indignities that they endeavored to prep upon ma In those days I was Bnhman and proud man. Now I am dead man and eat"—here he eyed the well gnawed breastbone with the first sign of emotion that I had seen in him since we met—"crows and other things. They took me from my sheets when they saw that I was too lively and gave me medicines for one week, and I survived successfully. Then they sent me by rail from my place to Okara station, with a man to take care of me, and at Okara station we met two other men. and they conducted we three on camels in the night from Okara station to this place, and they propelled me from the top to the bottom, and the other two succeeded, and I have been here ever since, two and a half yeara Once I was Brahman and proud man, and now I eat crows." The phrase "thrown on to the sand' caught my attention, and I asked Qunga Dass whether this sort of thing was not likely to breed a pestilence. The stroke was a bold one, and I was glad when I saw that it had succeeded. Qunga Dass changed his tone immediately. and disavowed all intention of asking for my boota At the time it did not strike me as at all strange that I, a civil engineer, a man of 18 years' standing in the service, and, I trust, an average Englishman, should thus calmly threaten murder and violence against the man who had, for a consideration, it is true, taken me under his wing. 1 had left the world, it seemed, for oenturiea I was as certain then as I am now of my own existence that in the accursed settlement there was no law save that of the strongest, that the living dead men had thrown behind them every canon of the world which had cast them out and that I had to depend for my own life on my strength and vigilance alona The crew of the ill fated Mignonette are the only men who would understand my frame of mind "At present" I argued to myself, "I am strong and a match for six of these wretchea It is imperatively necessary that I should, for my own sake keep both health and strength until the hour of my release comes—if it ever doea " "He is over there," answered Qunga Dass, pointing to a burrow mouth about four doors to the left of my own. "You can see for yourself. He died in the barrow as you will die and I will die and as all these men and women and the old child will also die " "That" aaid he, with another of his wheezy chuckles, "you may see for yourself subsequently You will have much time to make observations." Britons Unable to Speak Baglftik. It is not generally realised what a large number of Britons, born and bred at home, have never succeeded in mastering the national language. In Wales, according to the last census taken, there are no fewer than 508,086 people who cannot speak English, Welsh being their only language. In Scotland there are 48,788 persons who can speak nothing but Gaelic. And in Ireland there are 82,121 who can express themselves only in the Irish. tongue Of course, these are mostly old people, and HingHaK fe gradually dislodging the native languages of Ireland and Wales. derful city where all the rich money lenders retreat after they have made their fortunes (fortunes so vast that the owners cannot trust even the strong hand of the government to protect them, bat take refnge in the waterless sands) and drive snmptnoos C spring baroaches and bny beautiful girls and decorate their palaces with gold and ivory and Minton tiles and mother of pearl. I do not see why Jakes' tale should not be trua He is a civil engineer. with a bead for plans and distances and things of that kind, and he certainly would not take the trouble to invent imaginary traps. He could earn more by doing his legitimate work He never varies the tale in the telling and grows very hot and indignant when be of the disrespectful treatment he reoeived. He wrote this quite straightforwardly at first, but he has since touched it ap in places and introduced moral reflections, thus: In the beginning it all arose from a slight attack of fever. My work necessitated my being in camp for some months between Pakpattan and Mubarakpur. a desolate, sandy stretch of country, aa every one who has had the misfortune to go there may know. My oooliea were neither more nor leas exasperating than other gangs, and my work demanded sufficient attention to keep me from moping had I been inclined to ao unmanly a weakness. On the 28d December. 1884, I felt a little feverish. There waa a full moon at the time, and in consequence every dog near my tent was baying it The brutes assembled in twos and threes and drove me frantic. A few days previously 1 had shot one laud mouthed singer and suspended his carcass in terrorem about 80 yards from my tent door. But his friends fell upon, fought for and ultimately devoured the body and, as it seemed to me, sang their hymns of thanksgiving afterward with renewed energy. The light headedness which accompanies fever acts differently on different men. My irritation gave way after a abort time to a fixed determination to slaughter one huge black and white beast who had been foremost in song and first in flight throughout the evening. Thanks to a shaking band and a giddy bead, I had already missed him twice with both barrels of my shotgun, when it struck me that my best plan would be to ride him down in the open and finish him off with a bog spear. This, of course, was merely the semidelirious notion of a fever patient, but I remember that it struck me at the time as being eminently practical and feasible. Whereat, to his great delight 1 winced once more and hastily continued the conversation: "And how do you live here from day to day? What do you dof" The question elicited exactly the same answer as before, coupled with the information that "this place is like your European heaven. There is neither marrying nor giving in marriage""For pity's sake, tell me all you know about him. Who was he? When did he come, and when did be diet" I pushed the corpse oat hastily and saw it sink from sight literally in a few seconds. I shuddered as I watched. In a dazed, half conscious way I turned to peruse the notebook A stained and discolored slip of paper had been inserted between the binding and the back and dropped out as I opened the pagea This is what it contained: "Four out from crow clump; 8 left; 9 oat; 2 right; 8 back; 2 left; 14 out; 3 left; 7 out; 1 left; 8 back; 2 right; 8 back; 4 right; 7 back." The paper had been burned and charred at the edgea What it meant I could not understand. I sat down on the dried bents, turning it over and over between my fingers until I was aware of Gunga Daes standing immediately behind me with glowing eyes and outstretched hands. "Have you got it t" he panted. "Will you not let me look at it alsoT I swear that I will return it" ThiB appeal was a weak step on my part Qunga Daas only leered and replied. "I will not—unless yon give me something first." Then I recollected where I was and struck the man between the eyes, partially stunning him He stepped down from the platform at once and, cringing and fawning and weeping and attempting to embrace my feet, led me round to the burrow which he had indicated. Here everything seemed easy enough. The sand hills ran down to the river edge it is true, but there were plenty of shoals and shallows across which I could gallop Pornic and find my way back to terra Anna by turning sharply to the right or the left As I led Pornic over the Bands I was startled by the faint pop of a rifle across the river, and at the same moment a bullet dropped with a sharp "whit" close to Pontic's head. Gungs Dass had been educated at a mission school and, as be himself admitted, had be only changed his religion "like a wiseman." might have avoided the living grave which was now his portion. But as long as I was with him I fancy be was happy. I It is a coriotifl  . while in Wales (ewer people apeak both English and Welsh than Welsh only, in Scotland nearly five times as many use both languages as those speaking Gaelic alone, while in Ireland 20 times as | many speak English and Irish as those I who speak Irish only. that "I know nothing whatever about the gentleman. Your God be my witness that I do not. He w*a as anxious to escape as you were, and he was shot from the boat, though we all did all things to prevent him from attempting. He was shot here " Gunga Dass laid his hand on his lean stomach and bowed to the earth. Here waa a sahib, a representative of the dominant race, helpless as a child and completely at the mercy of his native neighbors. In a deliberate, lazy way he aet himself to torture me as a schoolboy won Id devote a rapturous | half hour to watching the agonies of an impaled beetle or as a ferret in a blind burrow might glue himaelf comfortably to the neck of a rabbit The burden of hie conversation was that there was no escape "of no kind whatever," and that I should stay here till I died and waa "thrown on to the sand." If it were possible to forejudge the conversation of the damned on the advent of a new soul in their abode. I should say that they 4 would speak as Dunga Dass did to me throughout that long afternoon. I waa powerless to protest or answer, all my ! energies being devoted to a struggle againat the inexplicable terror that ] threatened to overwhelm me again and again. I can compare the feeling to ' nothing except the straggles of a man f against the overpowering nausea of the channel passage—only my agony was of the spirit and infinitely more terriblaThere was no mistaking the nature of the missile—a regulation Martini- Henry "picket" About 500 yards away a country boat was anchored in midstream. and a jet of smoke drifting away from its bows in the still morning air showed me whence the delicate attention had coma Was ever a respectable gentleman in such an impasse T The treacherous sand slope allowed no escape from a spot which I had visited most involuntarily, and a promenade on the river frontage waa the signal for a bombardment from some insane native in a boat. I'm afraid that I lost my temper very much indeed. The following story mast be true, since it was told by one of Cleveland's clever school principals, who claimed to have witnessed the incident She was in the basement of a big department store when she observed a rural looking party passing befor? some cheap prints of famous paintings. There was a middle aged man, plain, but evidently with a thirst for information, who was "explaining" the pictures to three tired looking children. Pretty Poor Plckla(i. "There is no way of getting outT" Fortified with these resolutions, I ate and drank as much as I could, and made Qunga Dass understand that I intended to be his master, and that the least sign of insubordination on bis part would be visited with the only puniahment I had it in my power to inflictsudden and violent death. Shortly after this 1 went to bed. That ia to say. Ounga Daas gave me a double armful of dried beats, which I throat down the month of the lair to the right of his. and followed myself, feet foremost, the hole running about nine feet into the sand with a slight downward inclination, and being neatly shored with timbers. From my den. which faced the river front, I waa able to watch the waters of the Sutlej flowing paat under the light of a young moon and compoae myself to sleep aa beat I might "Well, and what thent Go on!" "Got what T Return whatf" I asked. "None of what kind at all When 1 first came. I made experiments frequently, and all the others also, but we have always succumbed to the sand which is precipitated upon our heads." "And then—and then, your honor, we carried him into bis house and gave him water and put wet clotha on the wound, and be lay down in hia house and gave up the ghoet." "That which you have in your hands. It will help us both." He stretched out his long, birdlike talons, trembling with eagerness. "I could never find it," he continued. "He bad secreted it about his person. Therefore I shot him, but nevertheless "But surely." I broke in at this point, "the river front is open, and it is worth while dodging the ballets, while at night"— "In how longt In how long T" "About half an hour after he received his wound. I call Vishnu to witness." yelled the wretched man. "that I did everything for him. Everything which waa possible, that I did!" I waa unable to obtain it" Ounga Daas had quite forgotten hia little fiction about the rifle bullet I received the information perfectly calmly. Morality is blunted by consorting with the dead who are alive Bible Readings.—Ps. xxxix, 1-5; xc, 10-13; EccL xii, 1; Isa. lv, 1-6; Hath. D vi, 94-84; Lake xix, 41-44; John ix, 4; xii, 86; Rom. xiii, 11-14; H Cor. vi, 1, 2; GaL vi, 9; Eph. v, 15-31; Col iv, 5, 6 ; Rev. x, 8, 8. I had already matured a rough plan of escape which' a natural instinct of selfishness forbade me sharing with Chinga Dasa He, however, divined my unspoken thought almost as soon as it was formed and, to my intense astonishment gave vent to a long low chuckle of derision—the laughter, be it understood. of a superior or at least of an equal. "Here's a picture called 'Millet, he was saying as they gaied open monthed at "L'Angelus." "That's what it says at the bottom. Millet's a kind of grain. See 'em lookin at the ground 1 They ain't plantin, but I guess they're just pickin up the seed. Mighty poor farmin there. Come along." He threw himself down on the ground and clasped my ankles. But I had my doubts about Ounga Daas' benevolence and kicked him off as he lay protesting."What on earth are you raving about T What is it yon want me to give youT" Another bullet reminded me that I had better save my breath to cool my porridge, and I retreated hastily up the sands and back to the horseshoe, where I saw that the noise of the rifle had drawn 65 human beings from the badger holes which I had up till that point supposed to be untenanted. I found myself in the midst of a crowd of spectator—about 40 men, 20 women and one child who could not have been more than 5 years old. They were all scantily clothed in that salmon colored cloth which one associates with Hindoo men- and at first sight gave me the impression of a band of loathsome fakira The filth and repulsiveness of the assembly were beyond all descriptioa and I shuddered to think what their life in the badger holes must be. One positive promise of th| Lord on any particular subject is as £»d as a thousand, and the Lord is just as sure to fulfill that promise as though it was - repeated over and over again. We do not need, even from each other, a number of promises on the same subject., This is especially true in matters of re-, ligious experience. One positive promise of heart purity, if there were but one in the whole Bible, is as good as a thousand, and yet the Lord, in order to impress this subject upon our migtds, has given us hundreds of promises bearing on the subject We do well to collect these promises and keep them in our minds. And yet we will bear in mind that if there were but one promise the Lord would hold Himself bound to fulfill that one just as fully as though the promises were more numerous. Let us get hold of one good promise in every matter of religious experience, and let us hold on to it jnst as tenaciously as though we had a hundred.—Christian Standard. One mm Good aa m Tkeumai. "I believe you robbed him of everything he had. But I can find out in a minute or two. How long waa the sahib beret" "The piece of paper in the notebook. It will help ua both. Oh, you fool! Ton fool! Can you not aee what it will do for usT We shall escape." After all, what does fame amount tot —Cleveland Plain Dealer. "You will not"—be had dropped the Bar completely after his opening sentenc—"make any escape that way. But you can try. I have tried. Once only." "Nearly a year and a hall I think he must have gone mad. But hear me ■wear, protector of the poor 1 Won't your honor hear me swear that I never tonched an article that belonged to him T What ia your worship going to dot" The horrors of that night I shall never forget. My den waa nearly aa narrow as a coffin, and the sides had been worn smooth and greasy by the contact of innumerable naked bodies, added to which it amelled abominably. Bleep was altogether oqt of question to one in my excited frame at mind As the night wore on it seemed that the entire amphitheater was filled with legions of unclean devils that trooping np from the shoals below, mocked the unfortunates in their lain. His voice rose almost to a scream, and he danced with excitement befpre me. I own I was moved at the chafece of getting away. THE TURF REVIEW. ~ As the day wore on the inhabitants began to appear in full strength to catch of the afternoon sun. which Walter Vail is laying plans to build a new track at Norfolk, Neb. Be will get a stable together a little later. The sensation of nameless terror and abject fear which I had in vain attempted to strive against overmastered "Don't skip! Explain yourself. Do you mean to say that this slip of paper will help us? What does it mean7" That fast Iowa stallion, Aragon K, • :18&D by Adrian Wilkes, has wintered well and bids fair to be faster than ever. were now sloping in at the mouth of "the crater. Tbey assembled in little knots and talked among themselves without even throwing a glance in my direction. About 4 o'clock, as far as I could judge. Ounga Daas rose and dived into hia lair for a moment, emerging with a live crow in his handa. The wretched bird was in a moat draggled and deplorable condition, but seemed to be in no way afraid of its master. Advancing cautiously to the river front Ounga Dass stepped from tuseock to tussock until he had reached a smooth patch of sand directly in the line of the boat's fire. The occupants of the boat took no notice. Here be stopped and, with a couple of dexterous turns of the wrist, pegged the bird on its back with outstretched wings. Aa waa only natural, the crow began to shriek at once and beat the air with ita claws. In a few seconds the clamor bad attracted the attention of a bevy of wild crows on a shoal a few hundred yards away, where tbey were discussing something that looked like a corpse. Half a dozen crows flew over at once to see what waa going on, and also, as it proved, to attack the pinioned bird. Ounga Dass, who had lain down on g tuseock, motioned to me to be quiet, though I fancy this waa a needless precaution. In a moment, and before I could see how it happened, a wild crow who had grappled with the shrieking and helpless bird was entangled in the latter's claws, swiftly disengaged by Ounga Dass and pegged down beside its companion in adversity. Cariosity, it seemed, overpowered the rest of the flock, and aim oat before Onnga Daaa and I had time to withdraw to the tussock two more captivea were struggling in the upturned clawa of the decoys. So the chase—if I can give it so dignified a name—continued until Qunga Dass had captured seven crows. Five of them be throttled at. once, reserving two for further operations another day. I was a good deal impressed by this, to me, novel method of securing food snd complimented Qunga Dass on bis skilL I had taken Ounga Daas by the waist and bad hauled him on to the platform oppoaite the deserted barrow. Aa I did so I thought of my wretched fellow prisoner's unspeakable misery among all these horrors for 18 months and the final agony of dying like a rat in a bole with a bullet wound in the stomach. Ounga Dass fancied I waa going to kill him and bowled pitifully. The rest of the population, in the plethora that follows a full flesh meal, watched us without stirring. "Read it aloud! Read it aloud! I beg and I pray to you to read it aloud." me completely. My long fast—it waa now close upon 10 o'clock and 1 bad eaten nothing since tiffin on the previous day—combined with the violent and unnatural agitation of the ride, had exhausted me, and I verily believe that for a few minutes I acted as one mad. I hurled myself against the pitiless sand slope. I ran round the base of the crater, blaspheming and praying by turna I crawled out among the aedges of the river front, only to be driven back each time in an agony of nervous dread by the rifle bullets which cut up the sand round me, for I dared not face the death of a mad dog among that hideous crowd, and finally fell, Bpent and raving, at the curb of the welL No on* had taken the slightest notice of an exhibition which makes me blush hotly even when I think of it now. I did so. Ounga Dass listened delightedly and drew an irregular line in the sand with his fingers. F. E. Hyde of Hartford will campaign the fast green horse Queckendorf, by Paola, 8:18, brother of Palo Alto, 8:06K- Sidney Pointer, 8:14X, the son of Star Pointer, that W. J. Andrews tried to lease, will be raced by the veteran New York state driver, W. Van Valksuburg. "See now! It was the length of his gun barrels without the stock. I have those barrels. Four gun barrels out from the place where I caught crows— straight out; do you follow met Then three left Ah, how well I remember when that man worked it out night after night 1 Then nine out and so on. Out is always straight before you across the quicksand. He told me so before I killed him." Personally 1 am not of aa imaginative temperament—very few engineera are—but on that occasion I was aa completely prostrated with nervous terror as any woman. After half an hour or so, however, I was able once more to calmly review my chances at escape. Any exit by the steep sand walls waa of course impracticable. I had been thoroughly convinced of this some time before. It was possible, just possible, that I might in the uncertain moonlight safely run the gantlet of the rifle •hots. The place waa so full of terror for me that I waa prepared to undergo any risk in leaving it Imagine my delight then, when after creeping stealthily to the river front I found that the infernal boat was not there. My freedom lay before me in the next few atopst Even in these days, when local self government has destroyed the greater part of a native's respect for a sahib. I have been accustomed to a certain amount of civility from my inferiors, and on approaching the crowd naturally expected that there would be some recognition of my presence. As a matter of fact there was, bat it was by no means what 1 had looked for. It Is reported that the Oregon pacing stallion, Del Norte, 8:08, brother of Chehalls, 8:04\i, who has a "guideless record" of 8:0i%, will be shown in the4feast. The Maine trotter Haley, - 8:17%, by Nelson, 2:09, holds the track records at the Acton, iSyeburg, Plttston, Readfleld, Tope ham and Windsor half mil* rings. "Go inside, Onnga Daas," aaid I. "and fetch it out" I therefore ordered my groom to saddle Pornic and bring him roand quietly to the rear of my tent When the posy was ready. 1 stood at his head prepared to monnt and dash oat as soon as the dog should again lift up his voice. Pornic, by the way. had not been ont of his pickets for a conple of days. The sight air was crisp and chilly, and I was armed with a specially long and sharp pair of persuaders with which I had been rousing a sluggish cob that afternoon. Yon will easily believe, then, that when he was let go be went quickly In one moment, for the brnte bolted as straight as a die, the tent was left far behind, and we were flying over the smooth, sandy soil at racing speed. In another we had passed the wretched dog, and I had almost forgotten why it was that I had taken horse and hog ~ spear. I waa feeling sick snd faint with horror now. Ounga Dass nearly rolled off the platform and howled aloud. The iron sided Sable Aloyoner, 8:88%, of three raoes in four days oelebrity, has been purohased by 0. H. Kerner of New York city, as a pole mate for Bosh, 8:00%. George Spear will try to get Margaret (4), 8:18%, to the raoes this year, and if she should stay sonnd she may prove a great breadwinner for the N. W. Hubinger sta- "But if you knew all this why didn't you get out before t" "Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear," is a line that ought to be said or sung every hoar of the Christian's lifa Soma ? good people are the prey of naturally ' The ragged crew actually laughed at me—such laughter I hope I may never hear again. They cackled, yelled, whistled and howled as I walked into their midst, some of them literally throwing themselves down on the ground in convulsions of unholy mirth. In a moment 1 had let go Pornic's head, and, irritated beyond expression at the morning's adventure, commenced cuffing those nearest to me witb all the force I could. The wretches dropped under my blows like ninepins, and the laughter gave place to wails for mercy, while those yet untouched clasped me round the knees, imploring me in all sorts of uncouth tongues to spare them. "But I am Brahman, sahib—a high caste Brahman. By your soul, by your father's aonl. do not make me do this thing!" "I did not know it He told me that be waa working it out a year and a half ago, and how he was working it out night after night when the boat bad gone away and he could get out near the quicksand safely. Then be said that we would get away together. But I waa afraid that he would leave me behind one night when be had worked it all out and so I shot him. Besides, it is not advisable that the men who once get in here should escape. Only I, and I am a Brahman." Such need a double supply of grace and must pray Two or three men trod on my panting body as they drew water, but they were evidently used to this sort of thing and had no time to waste upon ma The situation was humiliating. Ounga Dass, indeed, when he bad banked the embers of his fire with sand, was at some pains to throw half a cupful of fetid water over my head, an attention for which I could have fallen on my knees and thanked him, but he was laughing all the while in the same mirthless, wheezy key that greeted me on my first attempt to fore* the shoals. And so in a semicomatose condition I lay till noon. Then, being only a man after all. I felt hungry and intimated as much to Gunga Dass, whom I had begun to regard as my natural protector. Following the impulse of the outer world when dealing with natives. I put my band into my pocket and drew out 1 annas. The absurdity of the gift •truck me at once, and I was about to replace the money. "Brahman or no Brahman, by my soul and by my father's soul, in you go!" I said, and. seizing him by the shoulders, I crammed hia head into the mouth of the burrow, kicked the rest of him in. snd. sitting down, covered my fsoe with my handa. for it. So must they whose digestion is weak and whose nerves are oversensitive. The worries of business or household cares, the loss of sleep or the derangement of the bodily machinery, puts such Christian folks under a cloud pretty often. Today they sing like larks —tomorrow the barometer goes down, and they are in the dumps again. Such people should look after their bodily health as a spiritual duty. Moreover, they should keep their Christian faith where it would not be exposed to every east wind or drenched to death by every shower that falls. Keep a good supply of tonic Bible texts within reach, and take them freely the next time that an ague fit comes on.—Rev. T. L. Cnyler. Trainer Davis, Norfolk, Neb., has commenced Jogging Billionaire, by Millionaire, 8:86,*at the pace. He was workatf a little last fall and showed extremely creditable speed. By walking out to the first shallow pool that lay at the foot of the projecting left horn of the boneahoe I could wade across, turn the flsnk of the crater and make my way inland. Without a moment's hesitation I marched briskly past the tussocks where Ounga Dass had snared the crows and out in the direction of the smooth white sand beyond. My first step from tbe tufts of dried grass showed me bow utterly futile was any bope of escape, for aa I put my foot down I felt an indescribable drawing, sucking motion of tbe sand below. Another moment and my leg was swallowed up nearly to the In the moonlight the whole surface of tbe sand seemed to be shaken with devilish delight at my disappointment I struggled clear, sweating with terror and exertion, back to tbe tussocks behind me and fell on my face. Temper, 8:18%, matinee wagon reoord 8:18% at Cleveland last summer, will I probably prov»m sharp factor in the 8:19 classes on the grand circuit, when she is being entered. At the end of a few minntea I heard a rustle and a creak, then Onnga Dass in a sobbing, choking whisper speaking to himself, then a soft thud—and I uncovered my eyes. The prospect of escape had brought Ounga Dass' caste back to him. He stood up, walked about and gesticulated violently. Eventually I managed to make him talk soberly, and he told me how this Englishman had spent six months night after night in exploring, Inch by inch, the passage across tbe quicksand; how he had declared it to be aimplicity itself up to within about 90 yards of the river bank after turning the flank of the left horn of tbe horseshoe. This much he had evidently not completed when Ounga Daas shot him with his own gun. May Day, 8:18%, by Abdallah Mambrino, who will be returned to the turf by Joseph H. Thayer this year, has raised foals by Directum and Bow Bells during her retirement In the tumult and just when I waa ftaling very much ashamed of myself for having thus easily given way to my temper a thin, high voice murmured in English from behind my shoulder: "flabibt Sahib! Do you not know met Sahib, it ia Ounga Dass, the telegraph master." The dry sand bad turned the corpse intrusted to its keeping into a yellow brown mammy. I told Gunga Dass to stand off while I examined it The body —clad in an oUve green hunting snit much stained and worn, with leather pads on the shonlders—was that of a man between 80 and 40, above middle height, with light, sandy hair, long mustache and a rough, unkempt beard Tbe left canine of the upper jaw waa missing, and a portion of the lobe of tbe right ear was gone. On tbe second finger of the left hand was a ring—a shield shaped bloodstone set in gold, with a monogram that might have been either "RL"or"EL" On the third finger of the right hand was a silver ring in the shape of a coiled cobra, much worn and tarnished. Gunga Dass deposited a handful of trifles he had picked ont of the burrow at my feet, and. covering tha face at the body with my handkerchief. I turned to examine these. I give the fnll list in the hope that it may lead to the identification of the cut fortunate man Gamello, by Gamaleon, 8:88)4, dam Vliie (dam of Maldeno, 8:14%), 1* almost faultless In trotting conformation and a speedier yearling at the halter has seldom been se»-«. She Is owned by J. W. Edward*, Norfolk, Neb.—Horseman. The delirium of fever and the excitement of rapid motion through the air must have taken away the remnant at my sensca I have a faint recollection of standing upright in my stirrups and Many church members torn up in Sunday clothing at popular conventions and for all drees parade occasions, but when there is a real battle With evil to be fought they are missing. As one has well said, "The tendency in our day is to take our religion with too many trimmings."—D. W. Whittle. Rclidaa With of brandishing my hog spear at the I spun round quickly and faced the speaker. great white moon Xhat looked down ao -- calmly on 017 mad gallop and of shooting challenges to the camel thorn bashes a* they whisaed past Once or twice. I believe, I swayed forward on Pornic'a neck and literally hong on by my span —aa the marks next morning showed The wretched beaat went forward like a thing possessed over what seemed to be a limitless expanse of moonlit aand Next. I remember, the gronnd roae suddenly in front of na. and as we topped the ascent 1 saw the watera of the Sntlej shining like a silver bar below. Then Fornic blundered heavily on his nose, and we rolled together down some nnaeen slope. 1 most have lost when I recovered I was lying on my stomach in a heap of soft white sand, and the dawn was beginning to break dimly over the edge of tfie slope down which I had fallen. As the light grew stronger I saw that 1 was at the bottom at a horseshoe shaped crater of sand, opening on one side directly on to the shoals of the Sntlej My fever had alto- THE HONEY MAKERS. Gang* Daas (I have, of course, no hesitation in mentioning the man'a real name) I bad known fonr years before aa a Deccanee Brahman lent by the Punjab government to one of the Khalaia states. He was in charge of a branch telegranh office there, and when I had last met him was a jovial, fnll stomached. portly government servant, with a marvelous capacity for making bad puna in Engliah, a peculiarity which made me remember him long after I had forgotten his services to me in bis official capacity. It ia seldom that a Hindoo makes English puns. Division board* should be and In all weak colonies. In my frenzy of delight at the possibilities of escape I recollect shaking hands effusively with Gunga Dass after we bad decided that we were to make an attempt to get away that very night It was weary work waiting throughout the afternoon. Gunga Dasa, however, was of a different opinion. "Give me the money,' ■aid be; "all you have, or I will gat help, and we will kill you I" All tbia aa if it were the moat natural thing in the world. Empty combs should be given good oaie so as to save them. My only means of escape from the aemicircle waa protected with a quicksand!A south or east slope is always (he best location for an apiary. Alsike, alfalfa and whi* Dutch clover are good honey plants. Only a ray of sunshine. Only a passing thought, But It left an Imprint on the heart Like Iron, deeply wrought IaprenUu. "It is nothing to do," said he. "Tomorrow you must do it for me Ton are stronger than I am." How long I lay I have not the faintest idea, but J was roused at last by the malevolent chuckle of Gunga Daas at my ear. "I would advise yon. protector of the poor" (the ruffian was speaking English), "to return to your house. It is unhealthy to lie down here. Moreover, when the boat returns, yon will most certainly be rifled at" He stood over me in the dim light of the dawn chuckling and laughing to himself. Suppressing my first impulse to catch tbe man by the neck and throw him on to the quicksand, I rose sullenly and followed him to the platform below the burrows. A Briton's first impulse, I believe, ia to guard the contents of bis pocket*, hut a moment's reflection convinced me of the futility of differing with the one man who had it in his power to make me comfortable and with whose help it was possible that I might eventually escape from the crater. I gave him all the money in my poaaeasion—9 rupees, 8 annas and 5 pie—for I always keep small change aa backsheesh when I am in camp Gunga Daas clutched the coins, and hid them at once in hia ragged loin cloth, his expression changing to something diabolical aa he looked round to aasure himself that no one had observed us. About 10 o'clock, as far as I could judge, when the moon had just risen above the lip of tbe crater, Gunga Dass made a move for his burrow to bring out the gun barrels whereby to measure our path. All tbe other wretched inhabitants had. retired to their lairs long ago. The guardian boat drifted down stream some hours before, and we were utterly alone by the crow clump. Gunga Pass, while carrying the gun barrels, let slip the piece of paper which was to be our guide. I stooped down hastily to recover it and as I did so I was aware that the diabolical Brahman was aiming a violent blow at the back of my head with the gun barrel. It was too late to turn round. I must have received the blow somewhere on the nape of my neck. A hundred thousand fiery stars danced before my eyes, and I fell for ward senseless at the edge of the quicksand.The space in the hive should be contracted to suit the swarm. Any colony of bees will be capable of turning robbers If proper Inducements are offered. This calm assumption of superiority upset me not a little, and I answered peremptorily: "Indeed, you old ruffian t What do you think I have given you money for T" Only a swift winged arrow Shot from the bow of love. But It healed a weight of sorrow That ages failed to move. Comb when filled with honey la never brittle. It la only when empty and dried oat that It becomes so. Now, however, the man was changed beyond all recognition. Caste mark, stomach, slate colored continuations and unctuous speech were all gona I looked at a withered skeleton, turbanless and almost naked, with long, matted hair and deep set, codfish eyes. Bnt for a crescent shaped scar on the left cheek, the result of an accident, for which I was responsible, I shonld never have known him. Bnt it was indubitably Onnga Daas and—for this I was thankful—an English speaking native, who might at least tell me the meaning of all that I had gone through that day. 'Twai but a fleeting shadow. But It lent a tender grace And covered the look of anguish Reflected on the face. for "Very well," was the unmoved reply. "Perhaps not tomorrow nor the day after nor subsequently, but in the end and founany years, you will catch crows and eat crows, and you will thank your European God that you have crows to catch and eat" — iiuwi or a oner wooa pipe, serratea at the edge, much worn and blackened, bound with string at the screw. There is hardly any question beea will generally store more old combs than In combs tT wholly built while the storing rat toney  moat be —Philadelphia Ledger. going on. i *1 cells of a ool- igrv queen f rheumatism! oomlng in fvoro I MBlmATATA ■ put on they A and pnpand nadar the strtBceat KM K'S MLB E KB AM IE D IC AI I*** jl «*chway ANCHOR hen wetted, AWI■ arge a pro- ■ ■ j forms an oxidn of IiCsuck, so n«rtk iah mm(i I.■■■OCtK, IIHMiH y^k announces riiiaioa, pa.  we rapidly grandchildren I « ||^iaDTw0^^rr!»5I-' Mohn, also of flfni D O—phjtaS.1 ■correct. ACTIYH 8OLICITOB8 WANTED EVKBY- where for "The Story of the Philipidnee," by Marat Halstead, commissioned by the Government aa Official Historian to the War Department. The book was written In army ramps at Ban Francisco, on the Pacific with Gen Merritt, In the hospitals at Honolula, in Hong Kong, In the Amenean trenches at Manila, in ' tne Insurgint camps with Agnin&ldo, on the deck of the Olympia with Dewey, and in the i roar of battle at the fall of Manila. Bonaiura for agents. Gila fol of original pictures ei Iter, Bw't. 8te Iwwum KUdiagv Chioago. that In t. Two patent lever keys, wards of both broken. If you destroy the queei. ony ready to swarm and Into two, completing empty oomba, both will oella again. 8. Tortoise shell handled penknife, silver or nickel name plate, marked with monogram "B. K." I could bare cheerfully strangled him for this, but judged it beat tinder the j circumstances to smother my reaent- J ment An hour later I waa eating one of the crows and. aa Onnga Daas bad ■aid. thanking my God that I had a crow to eat Never aa long aa I live shall I forget that evening meaL The whole population were squatting on the hard sand platform opposite their dena, | hnddled over tiny fires of refuse and dried rushes. Death, having once laid bis hand upon these men and forborne to strike, seemed to stand aloof from tbem now, for most of our company were old men, bent and worn and twisted with years, and women aged toall appearance as the fatea themselves. They sat together in knota and talked —God only knows what they found to discuss—ia low. eqaable tones, curiously in contrast to the strident babble with which nativea are accustomed to make day hideous. Suddenly and futilely, as I thought while I spoke, I asked, "Gunga Daas. what is the good of the boat if I can't get out anyhow V I recollect that even in my deepest trouble I had been speculating vaguely on the waste of ammunition in guarding an already well protected foreshore. 4. Envelope, postmark undecipherable, bearing a Victorian stamp, addressed to "Miss Mon"—(rest illegible)—"ham"—"nt."Bees do not swarm untli well populated and honey the fields; benoe it oombs arv should be put on before any tor swannlng Is made.—St. DUblio.  gather left me, and, with the exception of a slight diuiness in the head, I felt "Now I will give you something to eat," said ha no bad effects from the fall overnight Pornic, who wu standing a few yard* away, was naturally a good deal exhausted, bat had not hnrt himself in the least. His saddle, a favorite polo one, was mnch knocked about and had been twisted tinder his belly. It took me some time to pat him to rights, and in the meantime 1 had ample opportunities of observing the spot into which I had so foolishly dropped At the riak of baing considered tedioni [ moat describe it ai length, inasmuch is an accurate mental picture of its peculiarities will be at material assistmce in enabling the reader to under What pleasure the possession of my money could have afforded him I am unable to aay, but inasmuch as it did give him evident delight I waa not sorry that I had parted with it ao readily, for I had no doubt that he would have had me killed if I had refused. One doea not protest against the vagariea of a den of wild beasts, and my companions were lower than any beasts. While I devoured what Qunga Da as had provided, a coarse chapatti and a cupful of the foul well water, the people showed not the faintest sign of curiosity —that curiosity which is ao rampant, aa a rule, in an Indian village. 5. Imitation crocodile skin notebook with pencil. First 46 pages blank, illegible, 18 other filled with private memoranda relating chiefly to three persons—a Mrs. L. Singleton, abbreviated several times to "Lot Single," "Mrs. & May" and "Garmison," referred to in places aa "Jerry" or ••Jack." SCRAPS OF SCI The crowd retreated to some distance as I turned toward the miserable figure and ordered him to show me some method of escaping from the crater. Ha held a freshly plucked crow in hia hand and in reply to my question climbed slowly on a platform of sand which ran in front of the holes and commenced lighting a fire there in silence. Dried bents, sand poppies and driftwood burn quickly, and I derived much consolation from the fact that he lit them with an ordinary sulphur match. When they were in a bright glow and the crow was neatly spitted in front thereof, Gnnga Daas began without a word of preamble: "There are only two kinds of men. oar, the alive and the dead. When you are dead, you are dead, but when yon are alive, you live." Here the crow demanded his attention for an instaBt as it twirled before the fire in danger of being burned to a cinder. "If yon die at home, and do not die when yon come to the ghat to be burned, you come here." Gunga Daas laughed again and made answer: "They have the boat only in daytima It is for the reason that there is a way. I hope we shall have the pleasure of your company for a much longer time. It is a pleasant spot when yon have been here some yeara and eaten roast crow long enough." When I recovered consciousness, the moon was going down, and I was sensible of intolerable pain in the back of my head. Gunga Dass had disappeared, and my mouth waa full of blood. I lay down again and prayed that I might die without more ado. Then the nnreasoning fury which I have before mentioned laid hold upon me, and I staggered inland toward the walls of the crater. It seemed that some one was calling tome in a whisper, "Sahib! Sahib I Sahib I" exactly as my bearer used to call me in the mornings. ▲ cube of cant Iron one ll trill be crushed under • pi tons. The diameter of (he moon and its diameter from the miles. Iron rusts more rapidly wl because the water contains so portion of oxygen, some of bines with the iron and iron, which is rust. 6. Handle of small aiaed hunting knife. Blade snapped short Buck's born, diamond cut, with swivel and ring on the butt; fragment of cotton cord attached. I staggered, numbed and helpleea, toward the fetid burrow allotted to me and fell asleep. An hour or so later I was awakened by a piercing scream— the shrill, high pitched scream of a horse in pain. Tboee who have once heard that will never forget the sound. I found some little difficulty in scrambling out of the burrow. When I was in the open. I saw Pornic. my poor old Pornic, lying dead on the sandy soil. How they had killed him I cannot guess. Gunga Daas explained that horae waa better than crow, and "greatest good of greatest number is political maxim. We are now republic, Mr. Jnkea, and yon are entitled to a fair share of the beast If yon like, we will paaa a vote of thanks. Shall I pro#**#!" Mr. Borkedal of Norway that the sun Is burning out 1 than Is usually believed and something Interferes our will see Its extinction. Mr. Norway, has checked Mr. culatlons and finds them It must not be supposed that I inventoried all these things on the spot as fully as I have here written them down. The notebook first attracted my attention, and I put it in my pocket with a view to studying it later on. The rest of the articles I conveyed to my burrow for safety's sake, and there, being a methodical man, I inventoried tbem. I then returned to the corpse and ordered Gunga Dass to help me to carry it out to the river front. While we were engaged in this the exploded shell of an old brown cartridge dropped out of one of the pockets and rolled at my feet Gunga Daaa bad not seen it, and I feU tothtekipc tkU»wto»Dot stand what toBom Imagine, then, as I have said before a horseshoe shaped crater of sand wit) steeply graded sand walls a boat Ml feet high. The dope, I fancy, moat havC been about 86 degrees. This crater inclosed a level piece of ground a boat 60 yard! long by 80 at its broadest part, with * rode well in the center. Bonnd the bottom of the crater, about three feet from the level of ttegronnd proper, an a series of 88 eemrcircnlar, ovoid, I could even fancy that they despised ma At all events they treated me with the most chilling indifference, and Qunga Dass was nearly as bad. I plied him with questions about the terrible village and received extremely unaatisfactory answers. So far as I conld gather, it had been in existence from time immemorial—whence I concluded that it was at least a century old—and during that time n« one had ever been known to escape frem it (I had to control myself here with both hands, lest the blind terror should lay hold of me a second time and drive me raving round I fancied that I was delirious until a handful of sand fell at my feet. Then I looked up and saw a head peering down into the amphitheater—the bead of Dunnoo, my dog boy, who attended to my collies. Aa soon as he had attracted my attention he held np his hand and showed a rope. I motioned, staggering to and fro the while, that he should throw it down. It was a couple of leather punkah ropes knotted together, with a loop at one end. 1 slipped the loop over n»y bead and under my anna; baud Doanoo urge something forward; Now and then an access of that sudden fury which had possessed me in the morning would lay hold on a man or woman, and with yells and imprecations the sufferer would attack the steep slope until, baffled and bleeding, be fell back on the platform incapable of moving a limb. The others never even raise their eyea when this happened, aa men too well aware of the futility of their fellows' attempts and wearied with their ueefeas repetition 1 saw four ASTOR'S AMERICANISM. William Waldorf Astor would appear to be an American for revenue only.—Ridgewood (N. .T.) News. It appears that Mr. William Waldorf Astor is an American on all days but tfa* tax day.—Philadelphia North American. William Waldorf Astor's position appears to be that as to inooroe he )■ an American, bat as to taxes be is a foreignsr.—Philadelphia Ledger. The nature of the reeking village