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SUNDAYS—Accommodation 7.42, 9.12 a. m. and 7.15 p. m. Exp1ess 1.11 and 1.20 a. m. C. T. HEMPSTEAD, Gen.'Pass. Agent. HALE BALSAM ' , 252. Ask Your Druggist PlMllllTH ROCK ICE ' $1111ch PllllEl Stores andafamllies supplied. Lowest rates. sue a. co., 1 1 North Ave. .Norwal. 1 AT MIDDAY PRAYER". iNTERESTlNG SIGHTS AT THE Bus:- NESS MEN’S NOON MEETING. The Poor and the Rich Jostle Each Other- Dltily'lll the‘ Old John Street Method- ist Church—Never Closes Its Doors at This Hour Summer or “‘inter. The downtown sights of New York are a joy to the New Yorker, who has a rural visitor on his hands, and with the Brooklyn Bridge, the exchanges. the Battery Park, the various high buildings, the churches and the crowds that ebb and flow through the congest— ed thoroughfares, the man from the country is usually an animated excla- mation point by the time the show 1s over. Still, his guide has usually omit— ted to point out to him one of the most remarkable things in that part of the great city. It can be seen only between noon and 1 o’clock, but if it happens to be on the list of the Sightseer the recol- lection of the place will outlive some of the more conspicuouspoints on the tour. It is the business men’s noon prayer-meeting in the old John Street Methodist Episcopal Church. The edi— fice is the oldest of that denomination on the island, and it looks its age. It is queer. quaint. and old-fashioned, standing crowded in between business houses. In a commercial centre it looks strangely out of place, and yet its plain, sturdy exterior seems to look defiance at those who would have it replaced by a house reared for the ac- quirement of dollars and cents. A few minutes before noon every day in the year the door is thrown wide open, and then the place seems to grin open—mouthed at the people who look at it askance. Men and women enter the Open door and descend to the class- room, a few feet below the street level, and sit on old-fashioned settees, placed closely together. A musical instrument stands near the platform, and the walls, yellow with age, are decorated with old prints representing scenes from the Scripture and portraits of men prominent in the church. Noise- lessly and reverently the people come, and by the time the prayer—meeting is opened the seats are well filled by two hundred men and women who, in the heart of, the business part of New York, with the hum and buzz of metropolitan traflic coming in through the open doors, forget the world, lose sight of dollars and cents, and interest and dis- count, and with prayer and song com- mune with God. “When does the pray- er-meeting season close?” a stranger asked one of the members of the con- gregation recently. "When do you have your vacation?” “There is no such thing here, was the reply. “In the uptown churches business ceases during the hot weather, but we know that the devil is just as hard at work in summer as in winter, and we keep our prayer-meetings going through the summer on that account. Come here any day and you will find men and women who are anxious to find God and who, having found Him, know no greater pleasure than to serve Him." It is an odd crowd that one sees in the little chapel. There are old men who lead in prayer in uptown churches and who have always gone to church and taken every opportunity to attend religmus services,» but there are men also to whom going to church was a. thing unknown until they wandered in- to the John Street place. Then they became interested, came again, and. 1! _were finally numbered among the reg- fiilar attendants. noted the audiences at similar gather- To those who have logs, the large number of young men becomes remarkable. Clerks who have only an hour for their noon meal spend the greater part of it there; young wo- men came in from. neighboring com- mercial houses, mechanics going from work sit on the .benchesbeside the men who give them employment, and men in the uniforms of the Fire and Po- lice departments, and sometimes one conspicuous 'in the white uniform of the Street Cleaning Department. form a part of the mixed audience. When the hymn is given out, one can see by the way in which; they all sing that the visit of these people is not their first, and that the music is familiar to them. Sailor men, brawny fellows, whose‘ looks and clothes stamp them as “tough citizens" and men of (refine- ment elbow one another in the little room. “Funny how I drifted in here," said a middle-aged man. “I am a New Englander, and I left the farm. like many other boys, to make a fortune in the city. Also, like many other boys, I didn’t make it. Doing jobs down- town was my fortune, and one, dav, while I was helping to load a piece of machinery on a truck in this street '1 got a reminder of home. Over the noise of the street, I heard the chorus; “Oh, Beulah Land!" and it seemed as if I had never heard it sung so well before. The men who were working with me must have thought me silly, but the old tune took me‘back home. I felt a lump in my throat, and I don’t think I lifted an ounce when the word . came: ‘Now, all together!’ I wished they’d sing it again. They didn't. but they sang another tune I knew just as well, and I vowed I’d .go there next day. I did; and I have gone whenever I could since then.”——~New York Tribune. Transparent Sea. In the neighborhood of the Ber- mudas the ’sea is extremely trans‘ parent, so that the fishermen can read- ily see'the horns of lobsters protrud- ing from their hiding-places in- the rocks at considerable depth.‘ To en- 'tice the crustaceans from these cran- nies they tie a lot of snails 1'11" 3. ball ,and dangle them in front of the cau- tious lobster. When he grabs the ball | they haul him up. RECLAIMING LOST COAL. the Pennsylvania Anthracite Region. The Reading Railroad Company has begun the work of reclaiming the great masses of anthracite, coal now buried in the mountains of coal dirt scattered all over the Schuylkill coal basin. Dur- ing the season just closing 50,000 tons of good coal were reclaimed from the coal dirt near Kalmia colliery alone Kalmia colliery is now abandoned a1 'a coal mine, having been worked out It was one of the very- best of the Read- ing Coal and Iron Company’s proper- ities in the west end, and its product was vast in the many years of its active operation. Now the company has turned its attention to reclaiming the coal in the dirt mountain at the colliery. Suitable washery machines were put in, and quantities of first class coal are being taken out of whal was considered a great black mass 01 worthless dirt. There‘is no way of estimating the weight of all these mountains of coal dirt in the three Pennsylvania anthrac- ite coal basins, but they are all valu- able, especially where there is a plenti- ful supply of water. In recent years the discovery has been made that pea coal is a first-class fuel. They now take out and classify not only pea coal, but buckwheat and rice as well. The company is able to make at’least $1 clear profit a ton on this washed coal, which would make $50,000 clear profit on the Kalmia washery alone. Indi- viduals have gone into the business, and the Bertollette Brothers of Gir- ardsville are doing very well, shipping as high as sixteen cars a day. In a short time, it is probable, many more will be engaged in washing out. good coal from these dirt heaps, some oi which are 200 feet in height and cover ten acres. At one big dirt bank a very rich find has just been made. During the war the demand for lump coal for United States vessels of war was so great that several of the Reading Railroad col- lieries could not stop to both-er with small coal. The rush for lump and steamboat necessitated the pushing of small coal out of the way in order to hurry up the shipments of the big coal. This small coal went out on the bank and was soon covered up by the dirt from the breakers, and buried out of sight, to remain there for thirty five years. It has now been discovered and it is thOught, may prove worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. It requires very little work to run coal through the newly patented washeries. Hence ma- chinery is now used in washing and separating coal, not only at coal dirt banks, but also at the mines. Coal 31,3: mined is brought up into the breakers and thoroughly washed, and is put on the cars bright, clean, and sparkling. This new hunt for lost coal is not confined to the mountains of coal dirt ‘ alone. It is estimated that beds of the abandoned canal and Schuylkill River, between Schuykill Haven and Port Clinton, contain thousands of tons of coal, varying in size from buckwheat to nut. At different places along the Schuylkill and old canal south of the old navigation landing at Schuylkill Haven thousands of tons of fuel have been taken out, and there is not a week day that men, women, and chil- dren are not seen digging and sieving the culm. , A SCHOOL OF HOUSEKEEPING. Aoston’s Idea of What the Girls Should ’ Know. Boston is soon to have something en. tirely new in the way of a schoo. it is to be called the School of House- keeping, and is expected to do much toward solving the domestic problem. At this new school housekeeping is to be regarded as a. science and to be studied as such. It is to be a school where employers and employee may to— gether learn the business of housekeep- ing, and it will aim to have its gradu- ates well versed ln every branch of domestic service. The School of Housekeeping has originated with and will big in charge of the Women’s Educational and In— dustrlal Union of Boston. It is to comprise a home, a family, cheeses in the theory and practice of housekeeping for employers, and a course of practical training in house- work for employes. Two ‘houses are to he used for this experiment in model homemaking. One house will be cc- cupied by six or. eight boarders, who will constitute the family, While the other will be used for class and demon- stration work for employers and em- ployes. Every graduate of the School of Housekeeping, when she receives her diploma, will understand thoroughly the care of the range, the care of kitchen, cellar and ice chest. She will know how to wash and iron thoroughly, and how to care for bedrooms, beds and bedding. She will understand all : branches of cooking, and will, have ' been thoroughly trained in waiting on the table and in answering the,door bell properly. In fact, each graduate ‘ will be a model servant, and she will 1 . also be entitled to'a position through (the office of the Domestic Reformed ‘ League. . Throughout the course of inst-ruc- tion lectures will be given on such sub- jects as “The Laundry and Its Practi- cal Work” “House Sanitation, ” “The Philosophy of Cleaning,” “The Art of House Furnishing,” etc. Among the lecturers will be such well known wom- en as Professor Lucy M. Salmon, of Vassar College, and Professor Kather- ine Coman, Of Wellesley College. The school will receive no women under sixteen or over thirty years of age. References as to character and . geneial intelligence will be required. “fifin. Profits Now Made Out of Waste Ho cps it: ’AN EXCEPTION TO THE RULE. The Dog Saved the high Who Had Bee! Kind to Hlm'Instead of His Master. There is an old saying _ that “the i 1 more you kick a dog the more he will i- love you,” but there are exceptions to every rule. Some years ago I was stationed at TOLD OF euc‘k“ KILGORE. His J umping Match with a Texas Woman in War Times. There are men in every quarter of the Union who will regret to hear of the death of Judge Constantine B. Kil- gore at Ardmore, I. T. For eight years “Buck” Kilgore was a notable Devenport, says a writer in Cossell’s man in Washington. In person he was Journal. A friend 0f mine (whom 1‘ ‘the typical Texan. Above six feet ball, will call Bates) owned a handsome re 2 above sixteen stone in weight ’above triever dog. The animal received more? the average Congressman in ability, kicks than caresses from his master and I was continually remonstrating with my friend on his cruelty to the dog; but 'his only answer to my en: treaties to be kind to the animal was the usual one, “the more you kick him the more he will love you.” I was very kind to the dog, and my .kindness was well rewarded, as the se- ‘. quel will show. One afternoon Bates and I engaged a boat for a. row. Bates tried all he knew how to prevent his dog getting into the boat, but I eventually prevail- ed upon him to let the dog accompany us. On the return journey a fog came on and a passing steamer swamped us, with the result that our boat upset, and we were struggling in the water. could not swim, and the steamer’s crew could not see us, although they could hear our cries for help. As I was sinking the dog grabbed me and pulled me to the upturned boat; but I could not get rhim to save his master, who was drowned. When They Used to Tip the Cook. In old times to dine with a noble- man cost more in tips to the servants than ’ a club dinner. James Payn relates that Lord Poor, a well-named Irish peer, excused himself from dining with the Duke of Ormond upon the ground that he could not afford it. “If you will give me the guinea I have to pay your cock (fan- cy!) I will come as often as you choose to ask me,” which was accordingly done. The duke, however, had not the pluck to stop the practice. Lord Taafe, a general ofl‘lcer in the Austrian ser- vice, did w‘hat he could. He always attended his guests to the door; when they put their hands into their pockets he said: “No, if you do give it, give it to me, for it was I who paid for your dinner.” To Sir Timothy Waldo must be given the credit of putting an end to the monstrous practice. After din- ner with the Duke of Newcastle he put a crown into the cook’s hand—it was rejected. “I do not take silver, sir.” “Very good; and I do not give gold.” This courageous rejoinder “caught on," and the day of vails to cooks was over. ~Argonaut. They Were Sensitive. The sensitiveness of the families of distinguished men as to the early oc'cu— pations of their ancestors is somewhat remarkable. Recently an author was asked to write a brief history of the life of a. man who had done some ser- vice to his state. Like Lincoln, this man had been a woodchopper—a fact to which his historian gave promi- nence. “Don’t say he was a ‘woodchopper,’ ” said the spokesman of the family. “That will never do.” “What shall I say, then?” asked the author. ‘ “Say—let me see now—just say that he waStconnected with the lumber bus-. iness!”——Atlanta Constitution. PERSONAL NOTES. William B. Howell, Assistant Secre- tary of the Treasury, was a messenger boy in the Department sixteen years ago. Lord Lytton, the novelist, left orders that a long needle be run through his heart before he was buried. His wish was carried out by his doctor. It is almost impossible to go out of doors in Christiania without meeting Ibsen. The daily habit of this author is to go to the Grand Hotel, where he sits and smOkes and reads and sips a “little glass” by the hour. The family of Bismarck shows no signs of dying out. On the day recent- ly when a new German ironclad was named the Prince Bismarck the ex- Chancellor’s daughter-in-law, wife of Count Herbert, gave birth to a son. This makes two grandsons in his fam‘ ily. He has five granddaughters. Claus Spreckles has bought a large tract of land in Monterey county, Cal., and leased it to the Salyation Army for the purposek'of sugar beet culture, advancing money until the beet grow- ers become self-supporting. Where they begin to make money they are to be encouraged to buy ten acres of ground ‘apiece, on ten years’ time, by' installments. Mr. Spreckles agrees to buy their beets at good prices. We. 3 Captain Dreyfus. According to the Kansas City Jour- 3 nal, this is how Mrs. Lease went into’ politics: -In 1890 the Farmers’ Alliance sprang into existence and Mrs. Lease ' wanted her husband to join the move- ment and become a politieian. But he declared that he was not of the stuff of Which politicians are made, and suggested that she go into it herself and leave him in peace. “Mrs. Lease had never thought of entering politics, but she consented to try it. “How, when and where to get the first speech off was the puzzle. Finally a neigh- bor, Dixon, was taken into the deal, and he arranged it so that Mrs. Lease could appear before the next Farmers’ Alliance county convention and make a' talk. She Was there on the appointed day, and as soon as her name was men- tion-ed she rose and made a bee-line'to the stage. Her maiden speech. they say, was a stem- winder. She was the sen- sation of the hour, and before that campaign Was over Mrs. Lease was the best-advertised pelltician in Kansas" 1‘ above the average -man in sincerity, straight as an Indian, and strong as an ox,"‘Buck” Kilgore was a marked man whereever he appeared. ' It was the kicking down of the door.leading from the legislative chamber to the House lobby that gave him notoriety. It was characteristic of the man. He wanted to go into the lobby; the mes- sénger shut the door in his face. He knew he had a right to go into the lobby without asking the consent of Tom Reed or any other man. He raised his foot, clothed in an enormous cowhide boot and kicked the door down and went his way. The notoriety that attached to him on account of the act was always distasteful to him. During the war he was ordered home to assist in gathering up some desert- ers. One evening about dusk he was out in the country in quest of a de- serter who had been off the “layout" for a year. He was very hungry and very weary. He called at a house by the roadside and there he found a wo- man just taking'from the spit a nicely broiled chicken. The savor of the fowl made him ravenous. He had a Mexi— can dollar in his pocket, which he had carried for years and to which he was _much attached, but he was bound to have that chicken and he pulled out the dollar and proposed a trade—~the coin for the fowl. The lady said the chicken was for a sick friend and that she could not sell it. “But,” she continued, “I’ll jump you for it.” “What do you mean?" said “Buck.” “I mean that we will see which can jump furthest from this doorsill out in- to the yard, and the one of us that beats shall have both chicken and dol- lar.” “All right; that suits me exactly,” said “Buck.” The dollar was placed on the dish beside the chicken and his gun was leaned against the wall by the- door, and “Buck” slung his arms and made a temendous leap of over twelve feet. He recovered with diflicul-ty, and when he turned to the door there was the lady with his cocked gun in her hands, with the butt against. her shoul- der and "her finger on the trigger. “Now, you just flirt the gravel down that road, young man, or I’ll make buz- zardfs food of you before hell can sings a kna ,” she ordered. , There was shoot in her eyes and “buck and ball” in the gun.. So “Buck” “flirted th'e gravel,”vhis bosom swollen with impotent rage and his mouth overflowing with eloquent pro- fanity. By this time it was. dark. Over in a field “Buck” spied a gin house. He went to it and climbed in to the loft, laid down on the floor and was soon fast asleep. After a time he was awakened by voices down below. He listened and made the discovery that one was a female voice, and a moment later he realized that she was relating the ”jumping" episode to her companion, who gave vent to peal after peal of laughter. There was the chicken and his dollar which he could see by the light of the tallow dip. Peering about he saw his gun also. There was a big hole in the floor of the loft, and just as the man took hold of the dish to eat the chicken “Buck” plunged through the hole and seized the gun. Before they recovered from their as- tonishment “Buck" roared out: “Mad- am, yOu just flirt the gravel back home, and as for this gentleman he and 1 will flirt gravel to the ofllce of the Provost Marshal. He is the deseyter I have been after for a week.” There was shot in “Buck’s”, eye now. The woman left. “Buck" his dollar, ate the chicken, and before midnight surrendered his prisoner to the Provost Marshal. It was worth a journey across the continent to hear “Buck tell the stoma—From the Cour- ier-Journal. ”“ , “fl— ‘Vonderful. Tnbtooing. -~ Tattooing extraordinary has practised in the case of a young French soldier, who has lately excited much interest in the military hospital at Bor- deaux. His body has beenalmost en- tirely covered with tattoo marks. Be- sides sundry commonplace scenes and devices, there is a‘ large and elaborate reproduction, extending right down the back from the shoulder blades to the loins of a picture in a French illustra- ted paper showing the degredation of The young soldier’s well meant patriotic enthusiam must, in this instance, have caused him con- siderable pain. m...- Friscoleigh—I’m thinking of, dab- ;ling a little in stocks. Whats a good _ ring to put your money in? Brokei—Your. inside pocket. —Boston ’1 rareller. recovered been 4 ,office. . selves to Hawthorne under a changld ' says Miss Jessie M. Fowler, giving a 1 NR“ ING THE SCARLET LETTER. Hes;thorne’s Wife Inspired Him by Her Tact and Courage. _ The old saying, “Every cloud has its silver lining,” should often bring us . comfort when the world appears to be frowning upon us. ,A rare example pf this was shown by Hawthorne’s. wife, who proved herself to him _a, true "friend in need. " " One wintry day he had received notice that his services would no longer be required at his Weary and downcast, he re- turned to his hum le home. His young wife stood waiting. or hini, and noticed at once that something was wrong. He told her his troubles. Straightway the brave little woman with her own hands kindled a bright fire; fetched pen, ink, and paper, which she set be- side him; then, with a beaming face, 1 she touched the sad man on the shoul- der and said: “Now you can write your book!”' Immediately the cloud cleared, and things presented them- 9 aspect. He felt a freed man; the of- fice appeared as a cage from which he had escaped. “The _Scarlet Letter” was written and proved a marvelous success, and fame rewarded Haw: thorne and. the brave little wife who had faced the cloud and found-its sil. vcr lining." ' .———¢ WlT AND HUMOR. “Why, papa,” said Frances, who was coking at the family album, “surely .his isn't a picture of you?” “Yes,” replied papa, “that is a pic- :ure of me taken when I was quite roung.” “Well,” commented the little girl, ‘it doesn’t look as much like you as rou look now.”—Harper's Bazar. The camel's foot is like a soft cush- on, peculiarly well adapted to the 1tones and gravel over which it is con- «tantly walking. During a single jour-° 1ey through the Sahara, the horses of British officers have worn' out three :ets of shoes, while the camel’s feet vere not even sore. “There is one idea that you can never get out of the average man’s Lead.” “What is that?” “The idea that his wife hasn’t any- Ehing to do, and that she could lounge in the hammock all day. if she wanted :0.” ‘ “My daughter is spiritual; she kept 1p her church work through all the lot weather.” ‘ “What kind of church work?” “She went to the seashore and came tome engaged to a clergyman,”—Chi- 1ago Record. ‘ v “I don't see how a brilliant man like Professor Dusentrais can put in so nuch time talking to that insipid Mrs. lioktalque." “Oh, he's only strapping his intel« ect.”—Chicago Journal. ,1 "Yes, Grandma, when I graduate I ntend following a literary career... vrlte for money, you know.” "Why, Willie, my dear, you haven’t lone anything else since you’ve been at :ollege.”-——Boston Traveller. Mrs. Gabber—Yod say she is proud? .- ‘Mrs. GOssup—Proud? Why, ‘that woman wouldn’t read a serial-story ‘ Jecause she’d have to buy it on the nstallment_ plan.:New York Herald. “'—_._:._——"—-—H Never TOuched Them. ' ' Jay. Ceede—How was it t'h’ frost didn’t hurt your garden stuff? Reuben Oats—My wife planted it, an’ tb’ rows wuz so gol’ durned crook- ed th’ frost couldn't hit eml—Up to Date. “When the little girl is naughty," mother directions for curing her small daughter’s bad temper, ‘p‘ut on her best gOWn, and you will see that she cannot withstand its influence." HIS RULING PASSION. an —‘.. w— Proprietor—Pat, how do ‘y u like the fight? Pat—Oi only have wan objection. Proprietor—What is that? Pat—Oi can’t get in lt.—New York Herald. Stamped SI Boss ,5 Always the Same
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