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THE HAPPIEST FELLOW.
The happiest of t’. c happy folks .
That walk the world’s old way {:3
Is the fellow who can whistle
0n aruiny day.
\Vho thinks not of the sunshine
And never heeds the hwy,
But Whistles, whistles, whistles a
On a rainy day.
The same to him is winter
As meadows of the May.
He summons up his troubles
And whistles ’em,away.
He’s t ankful for a. sky of blue,
But when it fades away
He’s thankful still. and whistles
On a. rainy day.
——F. L. Stanton in Atlanta Constitution.
AN UN BIDDEN GUEST.
I felt the want of exercise one June
evening. The lake was still covered
by cakes of rotten ice; hence rowing
was quite out of the question; walk-
ing even was unpleasant, and riding,
also, was undesirable, for my horse
was a short stepper and born mud-
slinger. E‘xercise I must have, but
how to get it was the question.
The local “boss” suggested my tak-
ing the road-master’s velocipede, and
run a few miles up the line.
I had never ridden a. railway veloc-
ipede, but was quite willing to make
the experiment; so soon the funnily
shaped contrivance was pulled out of
its shed, and being bolted together on
the track. One had to sit straddle-
legged on a contrivance that was set
above two ordinary, but light, car
wheels. There was a handle-bar to
pull, while one shoved forward with
one’s feet, and underneath was the
machinery by which the velocipede
could be geared up so that greater
speed might be attained. This motor
portion was kept on the tracks by a
balance-wheel that was attached by a
bar to the main body. Once seated,
and with the concern in motion, it
would be almost impossible to dis-
mount, for the swinging handle-bar
would be bound to strike no inconsid-
erable blows on one’s chest, the left
bar would be mixed among the cross
bars, and a sort of seat behind effect-
ually prevented one’s slipping off
backwards. It was a. trap, no doubt
of it.
After listening to sundry warnings
and directions regarding the machine,
somebody gave me a starting push
and I was off, pulling and pushing
with feet and hands up the steep
grade of the outward track.
I roll on with steady strokes, cov-
ering at least twelve miles an hour,
between fields at first, and later by
the lakeside, with clifis rising sheer
overhead on the one hand, and the
surging roll of the blue water, glis-
tening with ice cakes, on the other.
The rhythmic, regular sound lends
one to thought, and a white face that
has haunted me through several days
rises unbidden in my mind’s eyes; the
face of the broken-hearted woman
that I had seen, staring with tearless
eyes on the dead face of the husband
she had lost by a murderer’s hand,
whilst he had been discharging his
duty as a constable. Strange, it
seemed that the guilty man should
have eluded his pursuers for so long
a time! The whole countryside had
been roused in pursuit for two weeks
past, yet no trace of the fugitive
could be found. He must have left
the country, people said; for how
could man elude so diligent a search?
And so they had returned to their
homes, and the wonder of nine days
was nearly forgotten.
I had traversed a dozen miles of
track, and now the bridge over Ben-
bridge creek is ahead, with the first
station yet beyond it.
But a mile or two from the station
is a level, straight stretch of nearly a
mile in length. Half of it is passed,
when I observe a man sitting by the
track’s side, and signalling ‘to me to
step. “A train ahead!” is my immedi-
ate thought, and this man has been
sent to warn me of its'approach. An
unlyikely thing in this wilderness, to
be sure, but what else could one sup-
pose? .
The machine had barely stopped as
I came abreast of the man, a by no
means prepossessing specimen of hu-
manity, that even the dying light en-
abled me to see. But what had I to
fear? I was not of the kind that is
easily terrified by a villainous face
‘and burly frame.
“There’s a train coming down, mis-
ter,” said he; “I heard it whistling as
you came in sight, and thought I’d
better stop you.”
As he spoke he stepped towards me,
then, quick as thought, he gave the
’pede a violent push and vaulted on
the seat behind me, hissing in my
startled ear:
“Pump her, hang you; pump! Pump
as if all the demons abroad were af~
temyou, or they will soon be, for I’ll
letgdaylight through you—like I did
that cussed fool that thought he could
’rgst me—if you don’t run me to ‘the
poitage’ this night. I’m not going to
bift'hunted like a dog no longer; so
pump. hang you, pump!”
Something round and cold, I could
feel, was being pressed into the small
ofpmy’back. Poor Pelly had been shot
totdeath, and the murderer escaped
with‘his weapon; so it did not need
much-prescience to divine that it was
amistol I felt. Nor could there be
any doubt that this was the life-tak-
ing wretch himself who was seated
behind me.
The shock of surprise numbed my
senses for some instants, but not suf-
ficiently to prevent my obeying the
orders of my untvelcome passenger.
Soon the horrors of the situation
dawned upon me, and the blood ran
cold in my veins. This miscreant
must have been in hiding so close to
theyjcene of his crime that suspicion
of‘his presence had been disarmed.
Now he had decided it was time to
break away, and was it likely that I,
the witness to the direction of his
. out the night, until the point nearest
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flight, would be alive when the mor- .
rov: dawned to set pursucrs on his
track? Scarcely! ‘
Ills life was forfeitcd now, and that
he knew to a certainty; what would
the. sacrifice of another life be to him,
if by' a second murder his" wretched
neck could be saved a stretching?
Nothing! I was to be driven at his
pistol‘s mouth to carry him through-
the river had been reached, where he
could cross into another province, and,
mixing with the hordes of semi-civil—
ized river-men, elude pursuit forever.
Then, or when exhaustion overcame
my usefulness as a machine, he would
shoot me.
"rump her, hang you, pump!”
There was no. escape for me that I
could see. In front was the swaying
bar, that was now plunging with force
suflficient to break one’s ribs, for as a
relief to my pent-up feelings I worked
with desperate strokes. Behind was
my master, close against me, his guil-
ty weapon ‘in hand. I could not
throw myself to the right, for the
stringers of the balance-wheel would
hamper and catch my left leg. The
same bars would make it impossible
for me to get clear by falling between
the rails. What could I do?
“You’re doing pretty well, mister,”
said a voice at my back, “and I don’t
mean to be too hard on you. Take it
a bit easier now, for you’ve got to »
pump her fifty miles tonight, and I
don’t want to over-drive you at the
start.”
Fifty miles! Merciful God! 'Al-
ready the perspiration was rolling
from every pore, and I could feel that
my strength was being spent. Surely
there must be some way out of this
horrible mess! Had it come to this,
that I was so completely entrapped
by an ignorant, slow-witted scoundr’el
—I, who had so prided myself on my
readiness and subtlety? It seemed so.
“Pump her, hang you! No monkey
tricks now, or I’ll shoot. Mind that.”
We fly past a gloomy station, and
from an upper window a [faint light
glimmers through the curtain.
“Don’t you halloa now, mister, or
I’ll shoot. Don’t let a squeak out 0’
you if you want to be healthy.”
The pistol’s muzzle is pushed yet
nearer into my back as the tormentor
utters the warning. We roll past some
cars on the siding, and on again on
the main track. They are early
bed-goers, these people, and there is
no help to hope for.
“Stop her!” said my passenger,
sharply. “Stay quiet where you are
while I have a drink. You move and
I shoot. Mind that, now!”
He‘ seemed to pull a bottle from
some part of his clothing, and I could
hear the gurgle of the liquor as it
trickled from the bottle’s neck and
down his throat. The fumes of the
worst and rankest “forty-rod” whisky
poisoned the air as he pushed the
bottle under my nose and said: “Take
a drink, you’ll want it ’fore you’re
through.
I refused.
“Take it, blow you!
I’ll take any talk from you?
or I’ll fix you right here.”
“I’ll not drink with a murderer.
Shoot!”
“It’s time enough to fix you when I
get through with you, and if you
won’t drink, why I’ll drink for both.” '
Then we went on. Weariness was
asserting itself, and I could scarce
force the doubly weighted ’pede up
the grade of the hill.
Over the brow of the hill was a
steep down-grade, into a valley where
another station was. It had grown
a little lighter now, and there seemed
to be cars on both ‘track and sidinv.
Did my tormentor notice this? He
sat behind, so it was possible that he
did not. Here, then, was a possibil-
ity of escape. I could but die once;
was it not better, then, to meet death
of my own volition now, than when,
his slave being utterly exhausted and,
therefore useless to him, the wretch
behind me should please to take my
life. Summoning all my remaining
strength, I forced the velocipede down
the grade until it fairly flew over the
rails, and the clink and clank of the
wheels was merged into a roar as we
swept along.
Now my tormentor saw the danger,
and, with a scream of fear, called to
me to stop. But I was desperate, and
noticed him not.
“Stop her, or
screamed. _
“Shoot’” I replied, and forced the
machine along at a fearsome speed.
The station was built by the side of
a small river that flowed far below
over its stony bed. A bridge crossed,
and the station was at its farther
end. We are on the bridge now, and
it is but a choice of deaths—to be
dashed to pieces against the cars that
block both tracks, or to fall on the
rocks a hundred feet below.
“Stop her! Stop her!” screamed'my
passenger, but I only set my teeth and
work the handles harder in reply. He
was a coward at heart. for he
screamed with fear and begged and
implored of me to stop the speed. But‘
I could not, and I would not. My
mind was made up to meet death
there and then.
The ’pede roars on, devouring space
Twenty feet, fifteen, ten, five——
.C-r-a-s-h! .
.W hen I recovered my senses it was
to find myself tenderly cared for in a
city hospital. How I escaped instant
death nobody has ever been able to
tell, for I was found in the water at
the foot of the cliflf. My unwelcome
passenger was dead, his skull crushed ’
in where he had ‘struck- against a
rock. My injuries were very serious
ones, but a cheque for $1,000, the re-
ward for the delivery of the mur-
derer dead or alive, helped to heal
them. . .
A black bottle is the bait noir of the
fisherman.——Wa'shington Critic.
Do you think
Drink,
I’ll shoot!” he
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BABY’S COMING.
Nature intended that
every woman sh 0 111 d
look forward to the com-
ing of her baby with Joy
and hope, unclouded l
anxiety. Almost pr
less parturition 15 qt
the usual thing amonL
uncivilized people.
Even in our own country
it occasionally happens
with women in robust
health and good condi.
tion. It ought to be the
rule instead of the excep.
tion; and it is a fact that
a very large roportxon
of the usual pain and suf-
- fering may be avoided M
looking afier the mother’s general health,
and specially strengtheningthe particular
organs concerned in parturition.
Manymothers have been brought through
the trying time almost painlessly'by. the and
of Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription. . It
prepares the system for delivery by. im-
parting the organic strength and elasticns
which the mother specially needs; shortens
the time of labor and of confinement; pro-
motes the secretion of abundant nourish-
ment for the child and fortifies the entire
constitution against the after period of de-
pression and weakness. We use. should
egin in the early months of gestation—the
earlier the better. .-
Mrs. FRED HUNT, of Glenville. Schenectady C'_a.,
N. K, says: “ I read about Dr. Pierce’s Favorite
Prescription being so good for a woman wrth
child, so I got two bottles last September, and
December 13th, I had a twelve-pound baby girl.
When I was confined I was not sick in any way.
I did not suflcr any pain, and when the ch d
was born I walked into another room and went
to bed. I never had an after- ain or an other
pain. This is the eighth chi d and the 31' est
of them all. I sufl‘ered everything that esh
could suffer with the other babies. I always had
a doctor and then he could not help me very
much, but this time my mother and my husband
were alone with me. My baby was only seven
days old when I got up and dressed and left my
room and stayed up all day."
CENTRAL NATIONAL BANK,
26 WALL 5'12, NOR WALK.
CORPORATED SEPT. 1. 1876.
CAPITAL. - - - - - - $100.00c
GEORGE M. HOLMES, President.
E. L. Bones. Vice-President.
WILLIAM A. CURTIS. Cashier:
Dual-(STORE :
GEORGE M. HOLMES. H. E. DANN,
P. L. CUNNINGHAM, J. T. Pnowrr'r
E. L. Borax, S. H. Honmrs,
J. Cousms. J n.
nlsoount Day, Saturday.
DAVID . W. RAYMOND
Funeral Director and Emoalroer
39 Washington Street'South Norwalk
Residence. Mahackemo Hotel.
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I'HE FLORIDA MOUND BUILDERS.
Modern Conclusions Regarding the Gun-
toms. of This Prehistoric Race.
Very interesting conclusions have
been drawn from the recent study of
course of the St. John’s river in Flor-
ida. Many articles of copper, stone,
shell and earthenware, and arfew of
gold and silver have been discovered
in these mounds. Some of the mounds
are crowded with human skeletons.
while others contain no benes.
It is believed that the copper plates
found in some of the mounds were
made before Europeans , visited this
country. They are composed of native
copper, someof which may have been
brought from Mexico and Cuba, but
most of which came from the neigh-
borhood of Lake Superior. This
proves that in prehistoric times com-
munication and traffic must have ex-
least, as from the lakes to the gulf.
But the few articles made of gold
and silver may, it is thought, be far
less ancient than those of copper, and
may have been fabricated fro-m metal
obtained through the Spaniards. One
reason for thinking that the prehis~
toric people who began the construc-
tion of the mounds did not know of.
or employ, the gold sometimes found
in the form of nuggets in' Georgia,
but depended for what they got on
Spanish sources, is that no gold orna-
ments of native manufacture have
been discovered in Florida farther
north than Mosquito Inlet.
It has been suggested that the little
gold that did come into the hands of
these people after the time of Colum-
bus was probably obtained from a
wrecked vessel on the coast. The
Spaniards kept a sharp lookout for
gold and silver, and did not give the
precious metal to the natives in bar—
ter.
A curious glimpse of the intellectual
life of the Florida mound builders is
afforded by the discovery of certain
earthenware objects that archaeolo-
gists call “freaks” because apparent—
1y they serve no practical purpose, and
were the result of mere freaks of fancy
on the part of the makers. Some of
these freaks are believed to have been
connected with ceremonies, or ideas
relating to the dead. ‘
One singular custom appears to have
been the breaking or mutilating of
pottery before it was buried with a
human being, and Professor Holmes
has suggested that the intention was
to “kill” the vessels thus treated, in
order that they might accompany
their deceased owners beyond the
mortal world.
HOW TO MAKE RAIN.
A Simple Apparatus and a Little Alcohol
\Vill Cause a. Storm.
M. Errera, professor at the Univer-
sity of Brussels, has succeeded,‘ and
by a very simple process, in making
artificial rain. All that he uses is a.
bottle, of Bohemian glass, which is
covered with an ordinary porcelain
saucer and is half filled with alcohol
of 92 degrees strength. He heats this
bottle in a bath of water until the al-
cohol, the sides of the bottle and the
saucer are of an almost equal tempera-
ture. Then he takes it out of the bath,
places it carefully on a table and ob-
serves it closely.
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He is rewarded by an interesting
sight. The vapor of the alcohol soon
fills the bottle, but the saucer cools
rapidly and the vapor, being warmer,
becomes condensed as soon as it
comes in contact with it. The upper
air in the bottle also quickly becomes of
a lower temperature and real clouds
appear. These speedily become drops,
which fall thickly, just as an ordinary
rain shower. ‘
The bath of water performs the func-
tion of the sun, the alcohol represents
the ocean; the clear space beneath
the saucer may be compared to the
pure sky, which dominates the sombre
mass of clouds, and the upper’air in
the bottle, chilled by contact with the
saucer, plays the role of the cold at-
mospheric currents which bring about
the mndorrsation of vapor into clouds.
We see, then, that the phenomenon
is faithfully reproduced in all its de-
tails. A still more striking result can
be obtained by using a cold saucer in
place of the warm one. In that case
the difference of temperature will be
increased and we can witness'a regu-
lar Old-fashioned storm or hurricane.
An Irish Socdologer.
If the'following joke did really come
from the Christian Guardian, to which
it is credited, that paper deserves a.
large and sudden boom in its circula-
tion. The story is about an Irishman
and a Frenchman, who were disputing
over the nationality of a friend of
theirs. “I say,” saidthe Frenchman,
“that if he was born in France he is
a Frenchman." “Begorra,’ said Pat,
“if a cat should have kittens in the.
oven, would you call them biscuits?”—
San Francisco Wave.'
It is surprising how much we will"
take from ‘a rich uncle, if we can get
it. p ,.
the ancient mounds found along the"
isted across this country as far, at .
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