Indianapolis Journal, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 May 1883 — Page 5

SECRETS OP THE SKY. Ln nap Observations Through the Great Russian Telescope—Vast Craters Inspected —Sunrise on the Moon. K**w York Herald. Last evening a small party assembled to take a farewell view through the object glass of the great Russian telescope ere its departure for its eastern home. The aspect of the sky was not propitious, as it was more or Je3s overspread with clouds, which only oc- ' casionally through friendly breaks permitted Uie glinting moonbeams to strike through. That the reader may understand the method of the observations conducted, let him imagine a pier of solid masonry twenty-seven feet in height. On this the great telescope is mounted. It is a giant tube, forty-five feet iu length ar.d forty inches in diameter. Great as are these proportions, they become magnified by the conditions under whichjthey were viewed, and the immense tube looms grandly lip over the heads of the party against the dark sky. The reader may remember that a celestial object begins to set after it passes the meridian, sinking lower and lower until it fosses below the horizon. In observing, lien, it is as if the object that is being viewed were at one end of the telescope, the observer being at the other. As the object declines toward the western horizon, the other end of the telescope, with the observer, must rise in the opposite direction else the objeot passes out of the field of view, falling to the west of the telescope and below’ it. It is the moon that the party has come to see, end she has already passed the meridian. She is, therefore, setting* and the observers must be prepared to foPow her with the telescope in order to keep her in the field of view. But here a difficulty arises. This mounting of the telescope is only temporary and for testing its power and performance, and it is not intended to enable one to follow the moon or any other celestial object very far from the meridian. A temporary stand has been erected, on which steps are placed, and as far as these will permit one to point the telescope lie can follow an object, and no further. The clouds still persistently cover the moon, allowing only occasional giimpses. Os these advantd&e is taken, and w r e scan its surface even through layers of intervening cloud. Among the parly are experts in the use of the telescope, and they are surprised at the quantity of light that is brought down, as well as at the clearness and variety of detail displayed, though only a low magnifying power has been used. But this is not what the party came to see. They want to see the moon at its best, and they are almost ready to give up in despair. But the prospect brightens. The clouds are passing over. A little more and the sky will tie entirely clear. The platform is moved to take advantage of the occasion and to prolong the observation to the last moment practicable. Again they are at the eye piece. The detail is wonderfully clear. The ragged line of the terminator is shown in all its irregularity. But more power is needed. The eye-piece Is removed, and one of high power substituted. Again they look. The solid earth slips away from under their feet. They have left it behind them. They are one hundred miles above the moon, sailing over its surface. The scenery below’ the party on which they fix their gaze is tumultuously irregular, nnd yet bears throughout a general resemblance. Here is a specimen: A circular cavity, the exterior on one side and the interior pr. the other being brightly illuminated. They call it a cavity, but in the interior it seems level, except near the center, from which there rises a cone or dome, bright on one side, on which the sun shines, and casting a shadow on the other along the floor of the enclosure. That central mound is higher than Mount Washington. The enclosing walls which fence it in are higher still, and the enclosure itself is more than fifty miles across. This is the type of a lunar crater on a grand scale. Others, liow’cver, are larger, their diameters being from two to three times that which we examine, and covering a surface in some instances of nearly twenty thousand square miles. From this they range down to insignificance. There are more than 50,000 craters on the moon, which indicate how prevalent volcanicction once w r as upon its surface. What a spectacle our satellite must have presented at the period of greatest volcanic disturbance. Fifty thousand craters, many of them rivalling in height the loftier mountains of our own globe. Here they are mixed together in inextricable confusion, fso woiiqer if the observing party are bewildered. They have no time to study the craters in detail: they must take theruen masse. • Now the observers are on the terminator, that lj,ne which separates the light and dark parts of the moon and which seems so even to the naked eye, displaying now' every conceivable irregularity. What is that glitteriugiili the dark? Is it the reflection from some artificial w'ork flashing the sun’s rays hack, telling a tale of habitation and industry? No; it is a mountain peak catching the solar beam, while the surrounding region is In darkness. On that peak the lunar day is dawning, the long day of 354% hours. Could the party have time to w'atch it they would ace the sunlight gradually steal along its rugged flanks and slowly the whole landscape become illumined. But (bit would only repeat in its general features that on which they had been gazing. As the sun Cilds that mountain top does any living being bail the beams that usher in the day? Now, U ever, is the time to ascertain if there is life in the moon. The observers are gazing through the greatest telescope in the world. They strain their eves to see some sign, some token that the landscape they survey is not a desert. They are willing to be convinced where facts command conviction. Itisgrand, it is magnificent, but the mugniticenceof desolation. Where, then, are the cities, the fortifications, the cultivated fields, that charmed the eye and delighted the fancy of the older astronomers? Ts it possible that these once existed and are now no more? Has a malevolent influence accompanied the growth of our instruments and dissipated them pro* ciscly in proportion to the improvements cl our optical powers? Or must we believe that the older astronomers, viewing things dimly, and too eager to be convinced of that wdiich they longed to believe, made tip for the imperfections of their instruments by the brilliancy of their imaginations? But the party have no time for speculation. What is that now which attracts the observers’attention? It is a hollow groove in the surface of the hioon. The party can trace its course, if they will, for a hundred several limes as broad. To the older astronomers it would have been a military road, or to Iheir clearer-sighted successors* a great canal. The observers see it as a fissure in the moon’s surface. But it is not alone. There are many such. The surface of our ratellite is cracked and rugged. Evidently at some perod of its history it has had rough usage But the party are nearing the end of their journey. For some time, by using all their strength, they have held the great tube to its work. But now the inexorable motion of the earth is carrying away from the observers the object of tlieir contemplation. They are now on the last step of the ladder. They stand ou tiptoe and clasp the great tube with both bands. They are Clinging for dear life. It is yone! ami the obperver who Ims wandered so rar is restored to Mother Earth. The mighty wizard that transported us still points to those silent heavens whose mysteries he is destined to explore, but never again will he reveal the beauties of fair Cynthia’s form to mortal eye upon tb Western continent. To-morrow the object glass will

be taken, and the two pieces of which it is composed be separated and separately packed’ It will be accompanied to Europe by Mr. C. E. R. Lutidin, who will deliver it into the hands of Dr. Struve. This crowning effort of the optician may stand as the contribution which American art makes to Russian science. In the hands of the distinguished astronomer for whom it is designed it will be used to extend the boundaries of the noble science whose annals record the efforts of his genius and add to the lustre of that great nation to which he belongs. CHARLES F. KRIXG. Death Claims a Man of Whom the Hangman Was Cheated. St. Louis, May 17.—Charles F. Kring. whose remarkable success in fighting the law and escaping punishment for the murder of Bora Broemser, in this city eight years ago, has been written up and published time and again, and who was released from prison on bond about three weeks since, under a decision of the United States Supreme Court, died this morning at St. John’s Hospital of internal hemorrhage. Romantic Story of Kring; and His Sister. St. Louis Post-Dispatch. In the desperate fight which Charles F. Kring made before the courts, whole volumes of testimony were offered to save the life which disease has now destroyed. The original plea entered was temporary insanity, and no stone was left unturned to establish the support of this plea. Even at the most perilous moments, however, it was always evident that a link in the chain of evidence to prove the defendant hereditarily affected was missing. Since the disposition made by the United States Supreme Court the explanation of this fact has leaked out. One of the many mysteries of this case has been that part pertaiuing to Emma Kring. Even at times when the exigencies of the case seemed to require all the testimony within reach the defense forbore introducing this girl. On the first trial the deposition of a physician from Illinois was read, wherein the first mention of the girl was made. The defendant swore that the sister of the girl w*as hopelessly insane. There was no opportunity to cross-examine, and the matterhas never since been offered in evidence. The true story of this reads like a romance. Charles Kring, sr M the father of Charles F. Kring, was a German farmer’s son. When a young man he met, and, it is said, married a young woman. Os th 6 union, concerning which the stories of father and son have since differed, Charles F. Kring w F as born. He remained with his father for sometime, and was only separated when Charles Kring, sr., came to this country. After living here a few years lie married his present wife, by whom he has had two boys and three girls. He laid by a comfortable competence, figuring between $50,000 and SIOO,OOO. His son then came to this country, was taken to his father’s house and was represented to be the nephew of the old man by a deceased relative in Germany. Whether the young man was aware of the deception that was practiced on the family or not is a detail that will probably never be known. The intentions, however, were good in the light of the testimony afterwards given by Kring, sr., in the Criminal Court on the laat trial of iiis son for the murder of Bora Broemser. The family lived in peace for a long time. Emma was growing to womanhood, and was accounted an exceedingly pretty girl. Her supposed cousin was a well-built young man of pleasing manners, and calculated to inspire tender feelings in the heart of any young woman. In daily contact the young pair lived for a long time, eating at the same table and circling about the same fireside. The old man kept his secret well, but was blind to what was occurring in his own house. A tender affection sprang up in the young girl’s heart and was rapidly consuming her before any of the family or even young Kring, the object of her love, discovered it. It was a lightning stroke to the old man’s happiness. He saw at once that the secret of his youthful error must be exposed to his wife, and, worse than that, to his daughter. Her love had become intense, and it was the last resort to prevent a horrible union that the old man related the story of his early life and told the girl that the object of all her affection was his own son and her own brother. The terrible discovery unhinged the young girl’s mind, who lost her reason, and she has ever since been confined to the solitude of her own chamber. The Lasl of the War Governors. Philadelphia Times. “The death of ex-Governor Washburn, of Maine, recalls the fact that there are only three men liying who were Governors of States at the beginning of the civil war— Sprague, of Rhode Island; Kirkwood, of lowa, and myself.” The speaker was ex-Governor Andrew G. Curtin, upon whom a reporter called yesterday at his rooms in the Hotel Lafayette. “Washburn was Governor of his State when the strife broke out.” continued Mr. Curtin. “The Governors who sc-vpd through the great struggle were Andrew, of Massachusetts; Buckingham, of Connecticut; Morton, of Indiana, and myself. Os all the Governors who were at the Alt Oona conference in 1802, at which eighteen States were represented, only Kirkwood, Sprague and I are living.” “Bid President Lincoln know the great purpose of that conference?” “Unquestionably. The conference approved his policy. Mr. Lincoln knew the purpose of calling the Governors together before it Assembled.” “How’ do you know this, Governor?” “Because I suggested the meeting to him, communicated the fact that it had been decided on, and explained personally its purpose to President Lincoln. But lam aware that the entire history of that important conference is being prepared and it will soon be given to the public. It will explain many things.” Let tlie Experiment Hu Tried. New York Tribune. Upon the whole, Mr. John Huber, who addressed the Labor Lyceum on “Revolutions and their Relations to Social Progress,” seems to have the right view of it. He says: “The only thing that is necessary for Ireland to gain her liberty is to send twenty men to London with thir pockets full of dynamite, and then, shooting themselves off at once, London would be blown out of existence and Ireland would be free.” John Huber is right. Or rather, if he isn’t absolutely right he is near enough to it to warrant trying the experiment. Let it be tried. Let the dynamiters elect nineteen men to go with John Huber and try it. It may fail. But if it does, why nothing is easier than to send twontv more—and keep sending them till either Ireland is free or the stock of dynamite is used up. And there’s never a night when twenty Irish patriots cannot be found in the Bowery to make the venture. They must be taken that night, though. Call Him “Birdie." Cincinnati Enquirer. The defendant in the trial at Harrodsburg, Ky., is frequently referred to in the press as "Little Phil.” This thing is getting monotonous. For the sake of variety the correspondents should call him "Birdie” occasionally. “Mkn mast work and women weep, 8o rune the world uway!" But they need not weep so much if they use Dr. Pierce’s “Favorite Prescription,” whtoh cures all the painful maladies peculiar to women. Sold by druggists.

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THOMPSON’S ACQUITTAL. A Gushing Story of How Every Breathing Thing Awaited Silently the Verdict. Harrodsburg Special. # The jury went out at a quarter to 3 o'clock. An hour passed, and still the jury was not heard from. The crowd began to grow impatient. Phil. Thompson sat at the table with his attorneys, and his face grew’ white, and the lines about the mouth were hard and firm. A feeling of awful anxiety settled down upon the party of his friends and sympathizers who were gathered about him. An hour and eighteeq minutes went slowly by, and then suddenly a sound of tramping footsteps was heard upon the stairs. “The jurors are coming,” was the cry. Presently the throng surged into the almost deserted courtroom. The cry swelled until it could be heard far out in the street, and everybody within ear-shot crowded into the room. Slowly the jury filed into the room, and the throng still pressed after them. By the time the> r had gained their place before the bar the great room was so full that it did not seem as. if another human being could force his way in and find breathing space. Among all the audience not a man was sitting down. All were standing on chairs, benches, and even upon the stove. At last the noisy crowding in ceased, and a deep apprehensive silence fefl like a pall upon the throng. “Gentlemen of the jury,” deliberately began Judge Hardin, after the list of jurors was called, “have you decided upon a verdict?” F “We have,” came in clear tones from S. F. Overstreet, an aged man, who acted as foreman. “Will you read it?” continued the Court. With trembling hands the old man unfolded a paper which he carried, and then, in an unfaltering voice, read: “We, the jury, find the defendant not guilty as charged in the indictment.” As he read, not a breath, not a murmur could be heard in the room. It was as still as death itself. Even the birds in the trees without ceased their singing and the rustle of the leaves was lost in tiiat intense attention given to the words of the aged juror. For the moment hearts ceased to beat, but the moment the phrase, “not guilty,” was heard there was a univesal shout. A wild series of uncontrollable hurrahs broke forth from the assembled hundreds, which swelled and swelled to a perfect roar, a tumultuous torrent of sound that could be heard for miles away. The mighty throng yelled themselves hoarse, stumped on the floor, and those who could disengage their arms clapped their hands in an irrestrainable fit of joy. Instantly on the conclusion of the reading of the verdict, old Phil. Thompson jumped to his feet and flung himself half across the table and grasping UVerstreet’s hand shook it furiously, exclaiming in a voice that could be distinguished far above the tumult: “Thank God, the virtue of our wives is protected.” Tears were on his face, which was radiant with pleasure, and lie shook Overstreet’s hand as though he had utterly forgotten the hundreds of spectators, who only cheered the louder. It was a public expression of the belief in the righteousuess of the verdict such as has never been seen in anv community. Men lost all control of themselves, and in the most demonstrative way gave vent to their joy. The crowd pressed behind the bar and frantically began shaking hands with each and every one of the jurors. In vain did tlie gavel of the judge descend. He might as well have told the angry waves to still their lieaviiigs, or to bid the winds to cease to blow, as to have quieted the throng. “Gentlemen, remember that the jury is not yet dismissed,” lie-cried out again ami again; as he saw the jurors being carried off by their enthusiastic friends. Finally, peace was oncej more in a measure restored.* The jurors were formally dismissed and thanked for their attention. Then Judge Jacobs moved that the prisoner, Phil. Thompson, be likewise dismissed. This was done, and then another wild demonstration of joy took place. Tlie tremendous throng picked the jurors up bodily in the excess of their delight, and triumphantly carried them into the open air. Phil. Thompson’s wonderful nerve did not desert him. He was calm as a statue, and not a muscle of hi? face twitched during the entire, proceecHi g. Even during the those anxious moments while the jury was out lie coolly smoked. Now lie rose in his place and a perfect ovation was tendered him. A thousand shout 9 for “Little Phil” re-echoed in the room. Everybody crowded up around him, and shook his hand. “Phil,” cried many a hornyhanded farmer, his face browned with exposure to the sun, “let me have a little squeeze of your hand/' and for nearly a quarter of an hour xlid lie stand jammed in his place, while the people, his constituents, pressed about him, and in the fervor of their devotion shook both his hands. By his side was his twin brother John and his father, and they also came in. for a share of the handshaking. It was a scene so filled with genuine feeling, so replete with heartiness, that it cannot be described. The correspondent even forgot his duties, and, fired with the enthusiasm of the moment, joined in the shouts of approval and handshaking. The terrible strain under wdiich the people had been for so long—nine weary days—was taken away so sudden and completely that the reaction could not be repressed. JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH. How a Companion Saved Him from the Fury of a Mob. tilth's Letter. In a little scrap of conversation I gave with the actor Harry Lungdon in your columns lately, I omitted to say that Mr. Langdon wan playing with Junius Brutus Booth at the time Mr. Lincoln was killed by Booth’s brother. Mr. Langdon remarked tome: "I saved Mr. Booth from walking into the midst of a crowd at Cincinnati that might have torn him to pieces. We were stopping at the same hotel and playing together. He did not think at first that it was his brother who had killed Mr. Lincoln. He was al>out to go right out into the midst of the crowd, where he wa3 probably known to a certain percentage of the infuriated people. I saw that he w f as transferred from room to room in the hotel, and as successive dispatches came into the city and the time progressed, I asked him if he was now’ satisfied that his brother John had killed Mr. Lincoln. ‘Yes,’said lie, ‘I think the evidence is now conclusive that John did it.’ We took a walk in Cincinnati, somewhat disguised—that is to sav, we had slouching hats. He was a good deal affected, and, at my suggestion, he gave himself up when he got to Philadelphia. We went from Cincinnati direct to Philadelphia. He was sent to the Old Capitol prison at Washington. Ido not think that the brothers of John Booth had any feelings in common with him on the Southern question.” A Good Story, but Too Thin, Now York Morning Journal. “Why,” said a prominent dentist to a Journal reporter, “a beautiful voting lady came to me and insisted on having her really fine teeth pulled out and false ones put in their place. I protested that it would lie foolish, silly, senseless; but she said no. she would have them out, and if I would not do it some other dentist would. ‘Mv teeth are not fashionable,’ said she; ‘they are too long, and short little broad teeth, like corn kernels, are all the fashion now, and no one admires my mouth and I w ill have them.’ So I made her the teeth, and they cost her just S3OO. She couldn’t see any one for two weeks after 1

pulled out her own. They were the upper ones, only, and I made them up with gold plates for a handsome young fellow w’ho had Lis own teeth knocked out in a base-ball game. The worst of it is that lie is in love with this very girl whose teeth he wears, and she know’s they are hers. Just ponder on that.” JEFF. DAVIS. His Former Illness—His Physical and Political Courage. Chicago Tribune. The life of the ex-President of the ex-Con-federacy some eighteen years ago was then as now seriously threatened with an acute attack of throat-disease. Careful attention, however, saved him for a niore dreadful expiation, and his fatal book made its appearance in 1880. During hiscontinement at Fortress Monroe the War Department sent orders to manacle him, and tiie story told by one of the three soldiers who did the business shows old Jeff, in a much nobler light than the official report of his capture in women’s clothing. Three men w’ere directed toperform the pleasant little job of putting the bracelets and anklets upon the old man. They approached singly and laid hands on him, and in turn each one W’as knocked flat on his back by the sinewy arm of the desperate chief. The soldier says in telling of this: “I tell you, sir, the old man fit like a tiger and struck like a giant with fists of steel. He looked like the devil.” Jeff. Davis is within a few weeks of seven-ty-live years old. Like the Count de Cliambord, now also ill, the ex-President has never learned or forgotten anything, and if Chambord, w’ho never was king, may keep up the dream of royalty, why should not Jeff., who was President, more logically indulge in hypnotic luxuries which keep him still before mankind in an exalted though private station? Thus, in his celebrated Atlanta speech, he said: “You went to war upon the same question for which your ancestors and theirs contended in the first revolution against the government of Great Britain—the right of commercial independence or State sovereignty. You secured it in that first war, and State sovereignty must again be restored, or else the repubiic of America is a failure. Despotism cannot be exercised, under a republican form of government, and, my friends, if you can but wait, all will he w’eli. If any of us die before the day of peace and liberty dawns let us die in the faith that it will come at last. These cant phrases that we hear so much of about ‘accepting the situation,’ and about our rights having been submitted to the ‘arbitranient.of the sword,’ are but the excuses of cowards. I admit that power prevails over truth. I admit that power is so great that it w’ould be folly to resist it, and therefore I am in favor myself of being acquiescent, and I advise you to the same course, but 1 do not admit that our rights have ever been submitted to the arbitrament of the sword. Who has the pow’er to submit your liberties to tlie arbitrament of battles? You never delegated that power to your representatives. I, as your executive, never claimed it, and never, dying or living, will admit it. And then, ray friends, about this mucli-tnlked-oi subject of ‘accepting the situation.* You are not called upon to acknowledge that you have done w r rong unless you feel it. I don’t believe I did any wrong, and therefore I don’t acknowledge it” A FAITHFUL DOG. He Keeps Watch Over the Grave of His Master in a Strange Land. Philadelphia Record, Some months ago a German family arrived in this city from across the ocean and settled here. They brought with them a promising son of eleven years, and a small gray-and-tan dog. Tlie family has since returned to Germany, but the lad and the dog remained in this city—the former in a newly-made grave in llanover-street cemetery, the latter in the family of Superintendent Charles Stoop—and thereby hangs a tale. The family was suddenly called back to Germany by news of ail unexpected windfall. Before preparations for the return voyage could be made the son was taken violently ill, and died in a few’ days. The gray-aiid-tan dog Rover had been almost the hourly companion of the dead boy, and he attended the funeral at Hnnover-street cemetery, displaying the greatest distress when the body was lowered in the grave and the earth throw’ll upon the coffin. Tlie family sailed for tlieir fatherland almost immediately after the funeral, but the faithful Rover could not lie persuaded to leave the grave. For days, through sunshine and storm, ho kept his sad vigil over the last home of his dead master. All efforts to drive him from his post failed, and except a few hours each day, in which lie ran out after something to eat, lie remained for months like a sentinel upon the little mound which marked the spot where lie had seen the body of his master lowered in the earth and covered from view. Many funeral processions came and went away, and many tearful mourners visited the graves of their beloved dead friends and relatives, and returned through the cemetery gates to their homes. Some of them brought fresh , flowers and garlands and other tokens of affection, but all came only to go away again, and the flowers faded and withered, hut Rover still held his watch. He becanie an object of quiet interest, and especially so to Superintendent Stoop, who attempted to entice him away from his lonely guard, hut all his efforts were fruitless, and even through the bleak February and throughout the dreary March “Rover” remained. One night, however, there was a great storm of sleet and rain and wind. It was a most terrible night, and the melancholy watcher, emaciated by hunger and half dead with exposure, succumbed at last. At a late hour, w’hen the storm was raging furiously, Superintendent Stoop heard a scratching at his door, and when he opened it Rover entered. The animal has since been adopted by the family, but still passes hours each day at the German lad’s grave, and always takes his meals over to the mound and eats there. Meaning of Butler's Degree. New York Tribune. To Harvard College: It is given out that you are going to make a well-known Massachusetts official LL. D. at your approaching commencement. In view of the rumor we beg to call your attention to the fact that L stands for Lowell, the home of this wellknow’n official; that L also stands for Loudmouthed, n leading characteristic of thiswellknown official, and that I) stands for Demagogue, a word which aptly expresses the quality of the statesmanship of this wellknown official. LL. I).—Lowell’s Loudmouthed Demagogue. Who shall say that the degree would not fit its recipient “just like the paper on der wall. Who Owns the New York World. Now York Special. It is now pretty generally understood in newspaper circles that the recent so-called sale of the New York World franchise and property was no sale at all, hut’merely a rearrangement of the membership of the press publishing company, which lias owned the property ever since tlie time that Colonel. Scott sold out to Mr. Gould. By the new arrangement there is no change In the ownership of the property, and but two changes in tlie board of trustees. There Will He a Matinee. Cincinnati Commercial <ia/,otto. Wo shall probably- hear of some exploits by dynamiters in this country before long. The first performance or two here will be comparatively safe, and then the assassins will be cared for in a Way that they may despise, but that will be conclusive. A crankV old limn named Blake, Hays Bt. Jacobs Oil “takes the cake,” 11c gave it one teat, And aaya it’s the bear Cure in the wuc.ld fur backache.

WHY HE SOLD OUT. Gath Explains Why Mr. Vanderbilt Retired from Business. Philadelphia Times. Why did Vanderbilt sell out? Everybody asks me that. For his own benefit, you bet! But in what light did he see that benefit? 1 think that lie considered New York Central stock as high as it would go under approaching competition and settling time. ft is doing a grand business, but it lias more than $12,000,000 of fixed charges to earn annually, and in one month, with the crops still in doubt, a double-tracked steel railroad equaled in plant only bv yours will begin operations over half of Vanderbilt's zone, and by winter will be in harness with him, like his Lysander driven to his Leander. Besides, there are mooted strikes. The ground grumbles about one man and family owning too much and ever dodging taxation. This family is as timid as it is avaricious. It is getting, like Hamlet, fat and scant of breath. Why did the sons buy the Nickel-plate railroad except from fear—possessing already two railroads parallel to it? After they got it probably a diversity of interests sprang up between father and sons. In these very rich families money never ceases to he the one subject of comparison and envy. Every son but one has a wife. Every wife is an individual feeling the indignity of being worth a million less than the next son’s wife. These wives can say things before the sons and before they get up in the morning that start new communities in every old family. “Your father,” says Mrs. William K., perhaps, took everything his father had. Poor Corneil got only a bite and committed suicide. Maybe your father will do the same thing—try to keep his three hundred milliens in one branch of the family. I wouldn’t mention it,dear, except for our little children. What is a million apiece to them in this cold age? You ought to hear Lady Mandeville talk about it.” So we may suppose William K. to arise and say: “I’ll look out for myself. Father must understand that I am going into the West Shore railroad and shall lease it to the Nickel-plate. Father is getting old and had better sell his Central and buy good bonds with it.” lam only quoting imaginary talk, but it may be intuition. A man who began to buy governments right after his father’s dea th and found that cow’ardice was the best policy might say to himself: “Bonds are • better than stocks. I will buy iny rivals’ bonds and with the interest build railroads into his jurisdiction and take bonds for my advances. I have been paralleled; let me begin to parallel somebody.” I apprehend that the palace-car companies will be brought together before long, and I have my doubts whether tlie West Shore and Buffalo people want to be in a railroad war. Hitherto not one suit has broken out between them and Vanderbilt. Cyclones Made to Order. Kansas City Journal. For several years Professor Douglas, of Ann Arbor University lias been manufacturing them. He does it in a very simple manner, by suspending a large copper plate, by silken cords. This plate is charged heavily with electricity, which hangs down like a bag. underneath, and is rendered visible by the use of arsenious acid gas, which gives ft a green color. This formation is a miniature cyclone as perfect as any started in the clouds. It is funnel shaped, and whirls around rapidly. Passing this plate over a table, the live-cent cyclone snatches up copper cents, pens, pith balls and other objects and scatters them on all sides. The experiment is made often in Ann Arbor, and all the students are familiar with it. Seeing is believing. Wlien any one whose complexion or akin has been defaced and irritated with an eruption, pimples, blotches or sores, observes the rapid disappearance of the disfigurement under the Influence of Glenn’s Sulphur Soap. Alarming! Colds that settle on the lungs soon become very dangerous if not promptly treated with ilalo’a Honey of Ilorehouiid and Tar. Pike’s Toothache Drops cure in one minute. No short lengths in Coriicelli sewing silk. Don’t die in the house. “Rough on Rats.” Clears out rats, mice, flies, roaches, bedbugs. 15c.

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