Decatur Democrat, Volume 39, Number 31, Decatur, Adams County, 18 October 1895 — Page 10

I the democrat DJEOATUR, IND. t BIaICKBUBN, • PubMSBBB. |yi The best hope of the people la In their Wn enterprise. .... —■——!■!■» TWere may be evils here and there, I fit there Is progress everywhere. The year has reached its fall and pries soon will rise while business hastes o find the man who knows how to adI tertise. An Oxford student of Shakspeare ias printed a brochure to prove that I ‘Hamlet” is a comic play. Perhaps he taw James Owen O’Connor play it. An Ohio man has Invented a rubber ingle worm. The true fisherman, how- J s¥er, will still patronize the old-fash-ioned bait which has to be coaxed out . J with a corkscrew. | The Florida Legislature has taken up if fia bill to reduce sleeping-car rates. The ' Officials of the sleeping-car companies will now put their legs in proper posl- : |tlon to sustain another pull. H The assessed valuation of California amounts to SB4O for every man, every woman, and every child, or $5,200 for II every family, in the State. The real l|| value is undoubtedly very much greater. Cincinnati clergyman refused to f tgo on with the ceremony when the bride broke into a fit of laughter. The f I’ clergyman was probably a married W man himself and knew that marriage gi, is no laughing matter. I Another fighting turned 1 up, this time in ForcmawvN. Y. He M thrashed the sexton souiraly, but he did it according to scriptural rules. First I he hit one of the sexton’s cheeks and T then, grappling with him, turned the k Qther cheek and smote that. In these |l days, as previously, faith needs works t to make it prevail. De Brazza, the Congo explorer, is making a brilliant match. His bride may be regarded as the heir of the comte de Chambrun, who lives in the old palace of the Condes, in the rue Monsieur le Prince. He revived the architectural splendor of the house | after his marriage witff the heiress of the Baccarat glass factory. She was a woman of brilliant talents and a fervent admirer of Wager. The comtesse de Brazza-Savorgnan-Cergneu (to give the full title and name) is daughter of the late marquis de Chambrun and the of the comte. Brazza's astonishing luck will be a source of trouble to ; Mr. Joseph Chamberlain by stimulating African adventurers to go ahead f and so play their cards as to force the French government to pat them on the back. They say that the trouble which the Castine had with the French at Tamatave, Madagascar, was due to the insufferable insolence of the French officials. When the first boat from the Castine landed, the French military authorities on shore with a great deal of excitement attempted to prevent the officers from approaching or speaking with Mr. Wetter, our consul, and his party. The French officers on shore became very much ordered all the Americans back to their boats, one of them shoving Paymaster Dent toward the Castine’s boat and calling on the gendarmes to drive off the Americans as Intruders. Serious trouble was only averted by the coolness and good judgment of Ensign George R. Evans and Paymaster Dent Commanr der Perry promptly demanded ample and full apologies. The French representatives came aboard thg Castine the next day and made full and 5 unreserved apologies for their misbehavior. fr. Lieutenant Pearyj-the Arctic explorer, has returned from his summer trip toward the pole, after enduring terrible privations and accomplishing nothing. Last year he made a similar trip, taking with him a large supply of provisions which he concealed or “cached,” intending to follow the same route this year with a smaller load, replenish his stock of provisions from last year’s “cache” and push on to Unv fortunately for the success of the ex- ■ pedition, on arriving at the place where he had left the provisions last year, Lieut. Peary was unable to discover any trace of them, all signs having been obliterated by the deep snow. This was a terrible disappointment, as the expedition had not enough provisions to take them back to their starting point. Lieut. Peary put himself and his two companions and the sledge dogs 8 on short rations at once and started j back. But their food gave out and they ; would have starved had it not been for J the lucky discovery of a herd of musk * om which they shot. As it was they f had no food for thirty-six hourtrbefore T their arrival at Whale Sound, and only one dog left of their team of forty-nine. All three men were almost exhausted, and Lieut. Peary and the colored man, Matt Henson, who has shown himself such a nervy and Indefatigable helper, were compelled to draw Mr. Lee, the third member of the party, on a sledge. Thus another has been added to the long list of failures in Arctic exploration. I — A Chinese paper, which has recently reached this country, gives a new version of the Chinese riots, which resulted in the death of sundry missionaries. It says that the real trouble began with the outrageous conduct of some of the F native hangers-on of the missions. The missionaries, as a rule are entirely ignorant of the language, and have to

—— depend on Interpreters. These are us- ‘ ually'ln the interior towns disreputable fellows, who, for some crime, have had to leave home and take refuge on the coast, where they learn “pidgin Em . gllsh.” Returning* home, after their offenses are forgotten, they hire out to the missionaries as interpreters. It is a common practice with these'fellows, the Chinese paper asserts, to kidnap girls of 12 or 14 years of age, and keep them on the mission premises, representing to the missionaries that tho girls are anxious to stay there aud become Christians. They commonly treat these unfortunate captives with’great cruelty, and when opportunity offers sell them to worse than slavery, supplying their places with other victims. The paper says that some of these girls, escaping from the missions at Chen Tu, told such a tale of cruel abuse as aroused the fury of the people, who determined to drive the missionaries away and break up such dens of iniquity. The underground electric, or conduit, system is said to work remarkably well on the Lexow avenue line In New York City. The line is very largely patronized, and is to be extended across the city and into Lexington avenue. Another type of conduit road Is being installed at the end of the Third avenue cable on Fort Washington Heights; and reports are even current that there is a likelihood of great extensions in the near future. It will follow that the ugly trolley overhead system, that has been excluded from all but one street in New York City, will now be barred forever, and that by means of the conduit New York may soon enjoy electric rapid transit as much as other cities have done. Washington is already getting good results out of at least three different electric conduit railway systems; and now a proposition comes from England for a method that is decidedly novel, if not altogether new. The plan in this case is not to mount an electric motor on the car, making its connections with the source of supply through the slot, but to have the conduit subway large enough to carry another set of tracks with motors running on them. In this way any ordinary car can hook on to one of these invisible motors and be whirled along; and, of course, the whole electrical system is in this wise removed from the surface of the street The announcement is made that the managers of one of our Western railroads will attempt to operate their road without the assistance of trainboys, or “candy butchers,” as they are called in the more graphic nomenclature of the West This is so radical a departure from the time-honored precedent of American railway travel as to raise a doubt of its practicability. Among the effete despotisms of Europe passenger travel has been successfully conducted without the ministrations of the train-boy, but in this country it has been assumed, not without reason, that the train-boy was an essential element of our railroad system. Why should he be tolerated otherwise? The fundamental idea underlying the train-boy system was that the otherwise intelligent American citizen became a hopeless and helpless imbecile as soon as he entered a passenger car. It was assumed that while in this condition he would cheerfully pay 50 cents for half an ounce of last year’s gumdrops, that he would yearn for faded bananas and dispirited oranges, for thumb-greased and dog-eared periodicals and obsolescent fiction, and by returning his purchases unused enable the train-boy to become in course of time a plutocrat. It is known'that in the West bridal couples have occasionally, bought the train-boy’s petrified gumdrops in the vain hope of thereby concealing their identity, and in the remoter districts of rural New England an air of reckless hilarity is cast over the infrequent railway trip by indulgence in popcorn. But otherwise no one ever knew of a train-boy selling anything. No one has ever eaten a railroad banana—at least no one has done so and lived to tell the tale—and no one who kppws how to read gets his from the train-boy. But still the train-boy has survived. If any efforts have been made to dislodge him they have been in vain. If he is to go, railroad travel will not only lose a picturesque feature, but will also leave unsolved the mystery of why the trainboy was. The Fool in the Railway Car. When you are traveling there is always a fool in the carriage. He is the man who opens the window every time the train slows up at a station and plunges out up to his shoulders-to see what is goiug on. If the thermometer is 20 degrees below zero he opens the window the minute he hears the whistle, and he keeps it open until the station is out of sight He always sits in the seat directly in front of you, and it only takes him three stations to burden you with a cold that will last you till spring and then have a balance to carry over for the next winter’s account. He never has any business at a station; he "never sees ~ahybody - he” knows; he doesn’t know a soul on the line of the road; he never sees anything when he does look out but all the same he never fails to look out His own station Is the last one he looks at, and when he gets out of the carriage he leaves the window open. Life Saving. The latest form of life-saving apparatus for use at sea is known as the “Barricade Life Buoy.” This comprises a cage and a buoy combined, so that a “man overboard,” if he manages to clutch it, may get inside and remain protected from sharks prowling around. “Mamma,” said a little girl the other Sunday, “why does oUr minister alwtys say ‘lastly’ in the middle of the sermon?” -

THE TIDE OF THE PAST. Sometimes the troubled tide of all the past Upon my spirit’s trembling strand is rolled; Yean never mine—ages an hundredfold, With all the weight those ages have amassed Os numan grief aud wrong, are on me cast. Within one sorcerous moment I grow old, And blanch as one who scarce his way can hold, Upon-a verge that takes some flood-tide vast Then comes relief through some dear common thing: The voices of the children at their play; The wind-wave through bright meadows, moving fast; The blue-bird’s skyward call, on happy* wing: So the sweet present reassumes her sway; So lapse the surges of- the monstrous past. —Edith M. Thomas,in the Century. JOYBWLBB. I’ve always had my theories as regards one’s ection in an emergency. There are some scenes I have thought over, a sort of mental rehearsal, again and again, and I do not believe my well-trained wits could desert me, whatever the opinion of brother Jack may be. Pm not a young woman. I passed the boundary line of old maidenhood seven years ago. I made a celebration on my 25th birthday. It comes in August and I invited several of the old school girls from St. Mary’s to come in their cool muslin wrappers (East India mourning) to the funeral of my youth. I served a lunch of ice and lady-fingers on maidenhair ferns and we drank iced tea (I’ve always hated tea) as a proper preparation for old maidism. I read them a poem, a parody on the burial of Sir John Moore—in which I became a spinster and laidyouth to rest— * ‘with her twenty-five years behind her.” All that was seven years ago, and each day I have grown more self-reliant and brave. Quite determined to make a career of my own, I persuaded Jack to teach me book-keeping, and after that it was not very hard to persuade him to let me cease play and keep his books in earnest. So for seven years I had work I enjoyed and six hours of every day I spent in the little office behind the great one where reports from the great warehouse of Gale & Co. had come in ever since my Grandfather day. People called me eccentric and odd at first, but my world grew used to the fact in time, and accepted me on my own terms. When August of last year came around I had taken my usual July vacation, and my 32d birthday found me at home, ready to assume part of Jack’s duties in addition to my own, that be and Annie might have their month’s outing also. “I wish you would shut up the house and board while we are away,” Annie said. “I hate to think of you and Maggie all atone nights in this great house." Maggie was our faithful domestic. “Nonsense, Annie,” I answered. “Haven’t we stayed alone for six years every August with a private watchman, too, for this block? I’m never one mite afraid.” “You are perfectly safe,” Jack said. “We’ve got a new watchman now, who will look after things sharp. Jerry was growing old, and, I think, liked a quiet corner toward morning. This is a young fellow who is out of work; he is as bright as a dollar.” , I quite laughed to myself at Annie’s fears the next evening as I stood a moment at the window, after extinguishing the gas, and saw the burly, thick-set figure of the new watchman lighting his pipe by the gaslight. He looked able to tackle a whole gang of house robbers unassisted. All went peacefully. I meet the new man—Joe, by name—each night as I came from the office. He came to watch at 6 o’clock. He had a bright face and a pleasing way, I found when I stopped to speak to him. He seemed to feel a great sense of responsibility as regards the care of our house, which always gave me a comfortable feeling. Jack had been away two weeks when the cashier was taken sick. I offered to take his duties in connection with my own to save recalling Jack. Mr. Gaskell (Jack’s new partner) and I really carried the weight of the business on our shoulders the next week. Mr. Gaskell bad only been a partner for six months. He was an Englishman whom Jack had meet the year before in New York. He had managed to sink a fair supply of English gold in American- ventures before Jack met him, and he had gained thereby an experience that made him. now in middle life, fair to put some of our American metal in place of that lost. From his first coming among us, strong in his English prejudice, there had been a tactic war between him and me. I think this week be laid down his arms for the first time. “I’m not goiug to say I approve of your being here, Miss Lawrence,” be said one afternoon. “Though I’ll acknowledge no man could think quicker or be of more help than you are, but all the chivalry in me protests against the drudgery you endure.” “One must work if one is to have a career,” I answered laughingly. But all the same there was a pleasant feeling in my heart to think he cared to save me labor or trouble. One afternoon, the last of the week, he brought me $3,000 that some western customer-had-paid-- “We’ll have to put it in the safe, Miss Lawrence,” he said, “the bank closed two hours ago.” That night, when I closed the safe, I deliberated several moments with the door in my bands, whether to leave the money or take it home with me. We have always felt the warehouses made our office a dangerous place, and the air was so hot and dry that day that the very walls seemed full of heat as if they might light from spontaneous combustion; .neither have I ever felt perfect confidence in our safe as fireproof. I have tried many a time to have Jack change it for a more modem one. I thought of my watchman and almost determined to take the money home, but finally considered it would only give me a wakeful night to have the care of it—and I shut the safe. I bad my wakeful night, though, just the same—for I had hardly Wb asleep " J f

I.. I 1 I — when I heard the gong of the fire alarm. Ordinarily I should not have risen unless called, but the weight of the business seemed on me, and I slipped on my wrapper and slippers and watched the bright light in the west. Finally I put the alarm whistle to my lips and called Joe. “Find out where it is, Joe,” I said, “for it’s in the direction of the shipping quarter." Ten minutes later and Joe was breathless below my window. “It’s a fearful fire, miss, with everything as dry as tinder. It’s the elevator at the foot of Fifth street." Only two blocks from the warehouse, with this hot wind blowing directly toward them! I thought of my books. No one knew the safe combination except Mr. Gaskell and myself, and Mr. Gaskell lived two miles further off than I, and I felt all the responsibility rested on me to save Jack’s property. ■Joe,” I said, “I must go down to the office—can yotf go with me?" Joe looked solemn. “PH have to, miss, and let the houses watch themselves. Mr. Lawrence said take care of you, miss, first of all.” I flew to dress myself for the street, and in two minutes was ready. Twenty minutes more and we were before the office door. The air was stifling—l felt as I watched the fire brands in the air and heard the roaring of the flames that the warehouses were doomed. Joe found a truck and a box, and I loaded books and insurance papers into them. I had just finished when I heard Mr. Gaskell’s voice behind me. “Miss Lawrence, this is no place for you, but it’s like you to be here first,he added quickly. “You have the hooks and papers, I see; is this your watchman?” I nodded. “Have him take them to the house; you must go with him, and leave me to save what I can. I hate to have you take that money,” he added, seeing the bundle I hid under my shawl. “Perhaps, though, it will be safer with you than me, and leave me free to work." He put his hand on Joe’s shoulder as we reached the street. “Take care of her,” I heard him say in a low tone, “and this night shall make a better place for you.” He laid his hand on my ann one instant. ‘‘l will come as soon as I can leave; I’m almost determined to go now and see you safe home first." “Joe will be ample protection,” 1 answered hurriedly, and we parted; but through all the excitement, worry and care, I was not discouraged. That thoughtful care encompassed me to make even trouble lighter. The street was full of rushing, hurrying human beings. It was bard for Joe to force a passage for his truck, but we reached the house in safety with our store. Joe placed the box in the ball. „ “A big fire is the very time to look out for thieves, miss, but don’t be scarey, I’ll keep a sharp lookout” I was not scarey. I knew Mr. Gaskell would come to the house as soon as the fire stopped his work. I dreaded to bear Maggie’s lamentations. I knew any loss to Jack or me would be more to her than her own loss, so forebore to wake her and made coffee myself on the gas range. I could not move without the money. It haunted me if I laid it down. Finally J. raised the lid of the piano and laid it softly on the strings. Then I crawled upon the sofa in the corner of the library. I did not mean to close my eyes, but I was very, very tired, I suppose, and the next I knew my eyes Were opened very wide indeed staring at a great tall dark man, who stood at the front of the sofa. I heard Joe’s voice, though muffled and I saw him with his face cut and bleeding being -dragged into the hall. I gasped and closed my eyes. Yes, that is just what I did—l Eleanor Lawrence, who have always had theories on the subject of conquering burglars by outwitting them and showing no fight! “She’ll make us no trouble —her heart is in her throat already,” the tall man said, looking towards two others who held Joe firmly bound in the doorway. “Don’t you dare touch a hair of her head,” Joe cried, struggling to free himself. ‘ ‘Be quiet, unless you want to be brained; we’ve told you weshouldnlt harm the woman. Tell us wbere you put tbe money or it will be worse for you." said the trit man again. I saw he was the leader. “I never brought no money,” Joe answered; “only books in the hall where I showed you.” Mofip words and the click of a pistol. AH tiff time I had seemed frozen to the sofa, Unt I had breathed a prayer and for anew# a sense of protection bad come over rte, and I realized that Mr. Gaskell mighijeven now be on the way to aid me. I new thought of his exposure to danger incoming. I felt he was equal to emergences. If I could only gain time—and like « flash my old resolutions came over me, a fear that I bad exposed poor Joe this awful danger and was responsible!/ for. his life. With that thought 1 was/ffileanor Lawrence, spinster, and in my pmnd mind in a moment. 1 Tpse from that couch suddenly, and I saidL '‘Leave that young man alone, he is tp’Vng you the truth—he brought no Ar M1 stood by the library table and did not much as lay a finger on it for suppork t The man guarding me would not any more astonished if a corpse hadlppoken, I believe. He jumped two least, and the other two fellows, of cou/Xf- looking rough fellows, both broadly as they looked at him. * jHisy to deal with, pard, eh?” said one of t sm, coarsely. ‘ W‘»’t you hand the lady a chair, Jim?” salcfijhe other. ‘ J*|uit your fooling,” answered the dark curtly “We’ll bring the lady to tenfli without any trouble, I guess.” *“* ‘i fe know, madam," he continued, tur*!i ig to me, “that there was money in yoti] safe last night; we know either you or lyi ■ Gaskell saved it; he hasn’t got it, so here, and we’re bound to have it, so haiiL it over.” ‘rile hasn’t got it.” How did they know that. For just one second the room swam before my eyes. Had they robbed Mr. Gasilell already* and left him murdered wbWc the fire would obliterate every trace of t| l jir crime? All this in a moment of timt (flashed through my mind. It takes lonffin the telling, but it was quick in the thiraing•Xdive the lady plenty of time, do,pard,” one Joe’s watchers. We’ll have to. the thumb screws on the boy tc miH >n bim speak,” added the other. That 4 jetii |my thoughts to Joe; the other f I \ '* V i ■ i \ ■■ ■

thoughts I tried to banish. I must see Joe first. “Are you fiends," I asked the leader, “that you harm an innocent man?” i “We’ll not harm you, madam,” he an- , swered quickly, “but the money we will I have." . But I had seen my advantage. This ; man, the leader, had once been something better than he was now. He seemed to . dread violence, and he had enough of the I instincts of a gentleman left to bate to ani noy a lady. I saw that, and on that I de- ! termined to work.” I “Threats are useless,” I said; “search ; the box for yourself,” and I pointed to the r hall.*: “The box is all right,lady,” one of ■ those at the door called out, “but its makI ing things hot for this boy you are with ! your waiting." I gave Joe a quick look, and I saw they . were twisting the rope around his arms, i “Don’t mind me, Miss Lawrence,” he said bravely, but his lips were white. “Let my boy alone," I said sternly. ‘ ‘No one shall suffer to save money for a Lawrence.” I turned again to the tall, . dark leader, as I saw they obeyed his signal and released Joe. “I suppose a man , might still be a gentleman even if a thief. (I saw him flinch as I flung the word at i him.) “If I were a man I would rob , some one the fire had not already robbed—follow me and help yourself,” I added, scornfully. i “It’s not a job to my liking," he muttered, as he compUed. _ - , ' I moved as quietly and as quickly as I , could toward the next room. I bad an awful feeling that there would be a reaction to all this, but I would not think; what was property loss if only Mr. Gaskell were safe. Joe gave me a look. I knew bis thought , as well as if he bad spokeu. “If Mr, Gasi kell were alive he must be fisresoon.” i The thought gave me courage, but I think I acted out my old daydream of b. a very simply because I had rehearsed it so many times mentally. I passed into the dining room; the gas was lit, I saw. I opened tlie door into the butler’s pantry. I held tiie door in my hand, and as I closed it put down the spring lock. The dumb waiter was lowered part way. I pointed to the covered box it contained. (Maggie always put the silver there for biding) and I said: “Take it.” As he bent to reach it I rubied out the opposite door and closed it. Before he could rise I bad shut the bolt. I heard his muttered curse as be flung himself against it. It was stout oak and it held. I shot the bolt on the cellar door. I had my burglar a prisoner now, unless he should dare the frail waiter. I knew I had only a moment. I must find help before those in the library suspected treachery, I opened the outside door cautiously; there might be accomplices outside; what I saw was four men coming on a run. I tried to call, but my lips refused to move. At last nature had her revenge. I could not utter a sound. There was no need. I was caught in Mr. Gaskell’s arms, and I heard bis voice, “Thank God, Eleanor, you are safe.” I did not faint. I knew perfectly well when the others rushed by me that we were saved, but I could only bear a rushing and roaring as if the fire was in my head, and power to move or speak I had not. Presently I was conscious that I was once more on the library sofa and that bending over me and speaking my name as no other bad ever spoken it was the voice I bad feared I might never bear again. Joe was crying out at the foot of the sofa. “Ob, my brave Miss Lawrence, you’ve saved us all,” and much more in the same strain, until Mr. Gaskell persuaded him to go with Maggie for a cup of coffee. “We have two of them in safe custody, Miss Lawrence,” he said presently. “One escaped, btft Joe flung himself, bound as he was, on the second, and we have him. The fire is under control, and you must let me bring you some coffee and try to rest." “Weren’t you and murdered?" I managed to say. “Murdered! My dear girt,” he answered, taking my hands in his, “can’t you realize that I am quite safe aad here ? Robbed I was and left stunned in the alley, hick of the office, but rescued, and my first thought was of« the danger you must be in. We won’t speak of it any more now,” he added, soothingly, “for here comes Maggie with the coffee, which I must see you drink before I leave you to her care.”' Tha Paonia of Labrador. Labrador is not considered a desirable place in which to live, yet the people who live there seem to enjoy it. One of the advantages is that they do not have to pay rent. Most of the people own a summer house and a winter bouse. The summer house is on the coast. The people Hve in these houses from June to October. The good fishing season is during these months, and this is the principal industry of the people. They catch, dry and sell the fish to traders, and thus purchase their ! winter supplies. The winter houses 1 are on the shore of an island, lake or river, and built in the shelter of 1 trees. In the winter the men hunt for rabbits, partridges and other ' small game and trap the fur bearing 1 animals. Wood-cutting is also an , industry, but does not bring money. ! The wood is for their own use. Part of the time the weather is so severe , that there is no possibility for work or fun out of doors < > Winter is the time of visiting. The dogs are harnessed, and the whole ; family cross the'lake or river for a > visi t. Dancing is the evening amusement. The people of Labrador are a , kindly, home-loving people. 1 x Searching Ancient Graves. In the Punic cemeteries of Carthage ' Father Delattre has already examined 1 125 tombs. He has found a. painted • terra-cotta mask, with oval face, short side whiskers and a close- , shaven chin and bronze rings in the ears; and also a disk of terra-cotta with a warrior on horseback in relief upon it, under the horse a running » dog, and above the figure a lotur e flower and a crescent moon, o ‘ ,t Every animal kept by man, exceptr ing tho eat, is taxe In Austria.

■ ' ■ MOVING A FACTOWY. Transported 400 Feet While Ita < Machinery Worked On. Moving a 000-foot three-story factory building a distance of nearly 400 feet without Interruption to tho work in the Structure is a feat that has been accomplished recently In Jamaica Plain, near Boston. It's one thing to nick up a one or two story frame shanty from a 20x50 foot lot and transfer it intact to another piece of land; that is done nearly every week in thia city; but the Boston experiment is another thing, and remarkable. Some of the machines which kept on running during the removal weighed tons. A three-story stone dwelling house in Brooklyn was moved 60 feet a few months ago without cracking the plaster on the walls, and metropolitan builders thought then that the performance would not be equaled for a generation. But before that job was finished the Boston factory moving had begun. The Manufacturers’ Record describes how the operation was carried on. The building was 850 feet long by 50 feet wide; one halt is three stories in height, the other half two stories. The three story park of the building had to be moved a little over 800 feet to the south and then 50 feet to the east; the other half of the building is to be moved to tho oast 50 feet. Regular manufacturing operations were carried on on two upper floors of tho building meanwhile. In the second story small steel plate blowers are made and tested, and in tha upper story blast wheels and other blower appurtenances are built. An electric motor was on the second floor and bolted to a reel of wire, one end being connected with the motor and the other with the generator in the power station some distance away. As the building was moved away from its original place and from the power plant, the wire waa - unreeled, and in this way an electric current was furnished for the motor. The main wing is 175 feet long, fifty feet wide and three stories high, with ' brick walls twenty inched thick at ’ the. first floor and sixteen inches thick at the second floor with a heavily timbered and monitor roof. The moving was accomplished in the ordinary way by ten horses, connected with capstans and ten sets of ropes* and blocks. The best progress was sixtv feet in one day, Before moving the building it was tied to* gether lengthwise and crosswise by heavy iron rods, and had blocking' and rolls placed under the side and end walls and under the centre posts. The whole building was moved without an injury, although the last part of the journey of 200 feet was over filled ground. The Grave of Jenny Lind. It has been stated that the grave on Malvern Hills, in England, of Jenny Lind Goldschmidt, the Swedish - nightingale, has been sadly neglect' ed, and is not even marked by the simplest slab. This is not true. A handsome and costly monument in the shape of a cross tells the passer; by that there rests the body of that' noble woman, renowned not only as the most wonderful songstress of her day, but for almost unparalleled generosity and saintly character. It is stated that her husband, long after . her decease, was in the habit of vftriting her grave daily aad strewing upon it the most beautiful flowers. He was a most devoted and loving husband, and her last days were made happy and sweet by his kind attentions. P. T. Barnum, her American agent, in a visit to England som* years before his death, called upon tho Goldschmidt family aud saw the daughter and granddaughter. In the house werea number of fine portraits and marble busts of the Swedish nightin- 5 gale. She was much beloved, only by her own family friends, hut. by multitudes who have been the grateful recipients ol her many charities. Her very last days were spent in singing for indigent clergymen. It is recorded of Mr. Barnum that he could make her cry any time by repeating to her a story of poverty, and that she always “backed hei tears with a purseful of money.” Jenny Lind had a world-wide reputation as a songstress, but without this she would have been honored and almost adored as a great hearted, benevolent woman, and, as some one has said, would have “been known and loved if she had never sung • note.” ~ Told on a Tombstone. In an old graveyard under a hickory tree in Mexico, Mo., is a tombstone, on which the following unique inscription tells fully the story of an old-time tragedy: '* , ’ ; “ In meniory of John W. Ricketts, who was assassinated about sunset in Audrain county on the 24th day of February, 1857, in the thirty-eighth , year of his age, on his return and within sight of his home. He WMJ born near Flint Hill, Va. The victim of a conspiracy in youth, haunted and traduced in after years by those who should have been his friends, and at last shot down by a murderer clandestinely. He was a man of mind and energy, true to his friends, and forbearing to hisenemies. A good brother, a kind and affectionate busband and parent, and a useful citizen. Dedicated by an affectionate wife and brother. “ Requiescat in pace.” Horseless wagons to be run by ether motors are to be soon m»nafactured in Portland, Me. Ten English editors are Members , of Parliament ■