Rensselaer Republican, Volume 28, Number 2, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 September 1895 — Page 2

■' 7 THREE. One! Two! Three! s Now where can the baby be? 1 Only the briefest while ago We went into ecstasies over his “crow.’* Then he was creeping about the floor, And into our hearts he went all four! If then we had lost him, what h'ad we done In the wonderful year of One! One! Two! Three! What a kidnaper Time can be! He’s stolen my little child away That spoke my name but yesterday. "Take all that I hare of silver and gold And give me again little Two-year-old” Such reward I had offered to you, and to you, In the beautiful year of Ttyo! One!Two! Three! "Tis God’s sweet mystery! Time’s not a thief, but a bringer of joy. And has doubled my blessings in this dear hoy. “ Oh, give me to love him, and do not refuse, . v Kind Fortune, what’s needed for stockings and shoes! To love him in wisdom, that he may love me Long years that may follow year Three! —William S. Lord.

CURING BROWN OF SKEPTICISM.

BROWN was the sworn foe of superstition. He derided all the good old saws, and he jeered at omens. It was his one hohby, this warfare with the believers in signs and portents. There was no mercy in him for 4he credulous. He laughed at broken mirrors; nothing pleased him better than to see the new moon over his left shoulder; the ever-recurring terror of thirteen at table he had reduced to a mathematical problem to be solved through the law of chances and the statistics of life Insurance actuaries. Three morhlngs in the week he -put on his right shoe first; on the other four the” left preceded tbfe right Last but not least, he had taken lodgings in a rather poor neighborhood, because It abounded in white cats, and the likelihood of one of the unlucky animals crossing his path was thereby greatly Increased. These things did not add to his popularity. Most men shKPoed him. Sm did some women, though their ayersiyh to him interested no one but fffemselves, for Brown would have been a misogynist had he been able to cherish two great hatreds simultaneously. Sometimes, though, he longed for more friends of his own sex. He had but two or threp, and he could not preach to them always. There was a point at which they rebelled, and when that point was reached Brown felt alone in the world. So at last, through growing dread of Isolation, he came to spare these two or three, which proves that the man of one idea may learn in the school of bitter experience. Even when, out of the goodness of their hearts, they now and then cleared the lists for him to break a lance in his favorite cause he declined the challenge—sometimes. And then the others began to fear for his health. “Your trouble, Brown, is that you lack an actual test,” observed Ferguson on one of these occasions of combat declined. “You’re theoretical; you’ve never faced a ghost, nor heard a supernatural voice. Now, if you only could have something uncanny happen." Ferguson paused, partly because he thought he had said enough in the way of encouragement, but more because his cigar demanded attention. Randall nodded approval of the curtailed sentiment. The three had been dining together and were lingering over the coffee. i - “No; I’ve escaped so far,” Brown answered slowly; “at least—well, nothing has occurred to shake my common sense. Truth is, though, I may be able to tell you something convincing in a few days. Last night I had what some fools would call a warning.” “What?” cried Randall. “You had?” asked Ferguson, incredulously. “I had a dream,” Brown continued. “I don’t know where the scene was laid, or whether there was any. But I held a piege of newspaper, with edged jagged, as if it had been torn from the sheet On one side was what seemed to be an account of a curious accident to a Sound steamer, which was run into by a schooner, whose jibboom pierced the wall of a stateroom and impaled the occupant. The name of the steamer was missing.” “And the passenger’s name?” queried nandall. “It was not to be found in the part of the article before me.” “Sure it was a Sound steamer?" Ferguson asked. “Yes; something in the context made that clear. There was no hint of the date. I turned the paper over, but found on the other side nothing but part of a table of stock quotations. Great Eastern common had closed at 20—that’s all I remember to have noticed.” ‘Td like to see the stuff there, even In a dream,” said Ferguson, feelingly. He ventured into Wall street occasionally. “No doubt you would,” said Randall. “But, Brown, where’s the warning? Are you going down East?” “Yes. I'm due In Boston next Saturday morning. And I always go by

boat.” “Tills time, too?” “Certainly," responded Brown, with dignity; “this time of all times.” “Well, I'd stay ashore, If I were yon,” Randall counseled. “As a boy I had my fill of trying to see If things wpre loaded.” The skeptic smiled a superior smile. ? “I hare already arranged for. the trip," he announced. “This morning X reserved a stateroom on the Yankoe-

land—she's next Friday’s boat. In short. I propose to prove so conclusively the ” __ “Precisely,” said Ferguson, rising Ize what you expect to prove, old man. I know you think it too good a chance to be wasted; but, just as a friend of yours, I'd get out an Injunction to keep you from going—l would, indeed—if it were not for that quotation of Great Eastern at twenty. In view of such a freak of midnight phantasy I guess I won’t have you dragged into court But you ought to be fined for dreaming such a tuing and unduly exciting the imagination of the honest poor, who’ve put good money into that stock.” Brown’s friends bade him goodnight at the door of the restaurant. “Well, what do you think?” said Ferguson. to Randall, as they walked uptown together. “Ob, If anybody else had bad such a dream I'd be worried,” said Randall to Ferguson. “But Brown won’t be. even frightened—more's the pity. By the way, he has loaned me one of'his scientific anti-ghost books. I’m going to read it as a personal favor to him—that is, If I can. It’s heavy enough, though, to make me doubt my ability to finish it. And he took a tighter grip on the neatly wrapped volume he had tucked under one ariri. • To Randall, at work in his office the following Saturday afternoon, appeared Ferguson, who thrust a newspaper into his hand and dropped into a chair beside his desk. “Look at the stock table!” gasped the caller. “Urn! what of it?” Randall asked. “Great Eastern at 20.” “So I observe. Insiders have boosted the stuff, that’s all.” “Now read an item on the first page, third column, about half way down." “All right,” said the other. “Hullo!’’ he added a moment later, “that’s odd, isn’t it?” “ ‘Oddi’ It’s terrible: poor Brown!” “It’s odd, very odd.” Randall repeat- ~ ed. ,“So the Yankeeland was in collision, eh? Nothing said about anybody being injured.” ~ “They’ve Suppressed that parTT” groaned Ferguson. “Poor old Brown! Can’t we do something? Let’s go to his rooms; they may have had word there.” “Very well,” said Randall, rising and putting on his hat; “I’m with you. But, if I were you, I wouldn’t give up hope by any manner of means.” As the pair approached the house in which Brown had lodgings that gentleman opened the door and came down the steps. He carried a valise. Ferguson gave a cry of relief at sight of him; Randall laughed softly. “You didn’t take the boat, then?” ho asked. “No; I was er-er-detained,” Brown stammered. “I’m going to Forty-sec-ond street now to catch a trains* “Have you seen the papers?” Ferguson put in. “Great Eastern run up and the Yankeeland run down—notice it?” “I’ve read the items,” Brown confessed. “Curious coincidence, so to speak, wasn’t it? I—l—don’t know just what to make of it.” “Oh, I’ll be honest with you,” responded Brown, with an effort. “I wasn’t actually detained—that is, 1 might have caught the boat. But it had occurred to me—l had four days to think things over, you know—that, perhaps, by staying in town and waiting to see if the Yankeeland met with an accident, I’d have just as good a chance to prove the falsity of the omen.” “Do you call it proved false?” “Um! Hardly, hardly,” said Brown. “An unfortunate incident, very unfortunate, I must say. It has almost unsettled my convictions.” And he glanced about him nervously. “You’ll be taking a car at the corner,” said Randail. “We’ll toddle .along with you.” The three had advanced hardly fifty feet when Brown dashed from between his companions and ran to the gutter. “Look out!” he cried. “Don’t you see those painters at work overhead? They’re on a ladder. Don’t walk under it—it’s unlucky.” No sooner had this peril been avoided than he dropped to his knees, and fell to picking at a crack in the sidewalk. “Horribly unlucky co pass that,” he explained, lifting a pin from the crevice. “So I’ve been told,” said Randall, with a chuckle. Ferguson lacked words appropriate to the occasion. They halted at the corner, but Brown protended not to see the first car which passed. The others saw it very plainly. It was No. 13. They put their friend aboard the next, which proved to have a number above suspicion. • “This affair beats me,” said Ferguson, soberly. “What ails Brown, auywayT’ “Nothing much,” replied Randall, “only he’s gone from one extreme to the other; he didn’t believe anything; now he believes everything; that’s all.” “I don’t blame him—after such an escape.” “You think the spirits warned him?” “Who else?” “One Brown.” “He warned himself? Impossible!” “Not at all; his own memory did the business.” “Memory of something to happen in the future! That’s nonsensq.” “No more nonsense than his new-born fears.” “I give up the conundrum. What’s the answer?”

“I can’t tell you in.a word. You recollect the book he lent me the other night, don’t you ? Well, he’d been reading it the evening before—at least so he told me—and that was the evening preceding the vision. When I got heme I took off the old newspaper in which the book had been wrapped, and fell to skimming—skipping about, you understand. Pretty soon I found a piece of paper stuck between two pages, evi-

' . ' ' ’ *l, . ; —e*- ■ dently to tnark the placa where Brown had stopped. Not being much interested In the book, I began to look over the slip—and what do you suppose it was? The very fragmant Brown had seen in his dream!” “Eh?” “Yes, sir; the very same. Then I thought < f the paper, which had been around the book, picked it up from the floor- —” “Go oh, man; go on!” cried Ferguson. “And found that the small piece just fitted a hole in it. That newspaper was nearly six months old, as it had to be to contain a quotation of Great Eastern at 20. It was clear enough what had happened. Brown, whenfFedore off the slip to stick in the book, reail both sides of it without really knowing w r hat he was doing. Their. he must have dreamed about It—and you know as well as I do what resulted’.” ~ “But the accident to the steamer—it was a Sound steamer-^-” “Puget sound. The item was reprinted from a Western paper, find was duly credited. There has been a curious coincidence—that’s a fact—out the warning theory is rather spoiled.” The pair strode on in silence for a time. At last Ferguson turned toward his companion with a question: “When are you going to tell Brown?” “Not for some time,” said Randall, decisively. "Nature has a way of averaging up things. Brown has a lot of believing to do to make up for his unbelief. You wouldn’t have me interfering prematurely with the benevolent processes of nature, would you?”—N- Y. Times.

Amusing Advertisements.

Matrimonial advertisements, according to a contemporary correspondent at Vienna, are marked by an acceptable humorous audacity. Here, for instance, is one that ran for six or seven days: “Wanted—a rich lady—no matter how old—who will finance a student of medicine until such time as he obtains his degree, when ne engages tomarryhrsbenefactress.” Another is quoted wherein a young prince seeks a handsome girl with a dowry of not less than one million dollars. When the desired mate is obtained, all one’s needs are apparently satisfied, judging from this advertisement for a purchaser for a “well-trained monkey, a talkative parrot, and a beautiful, sympathetic cat,” which belong to a lady who, owing to her approaching marriage, has no further use for them. The most amusing of the advertisements quoted by our contemporary is, however, that of the v; ry Irish peruquier who makes wigs for “men of intellect, philosophers/ scholars and phy--slcians—whose severe mental labor In the cause of humanity has jfilled"their brains with genial ideas, while depriving their heads of their natural capillary envelopes.” These ‘'artistically finished" wigs,” the advertiser continues, “while extremely useful are highly ornamental, and are guaranteed absolutely invisible to the spectator. They can be seen any day in my private show rooms.”

“Tinksher of Mer.”

Correct spelling is not by any means a universal accomplishment. Those who do not possess the art have various excuses for the deficiency. Here, for instance, is a person who cannot spell well when she writes with a gloved hand. She was a showily dressed woman, who went into a druggist one day and said: “I want some tincture of-—of—l really forget the name of it, as I \?as sure I should, but I have it written down on a piece of paper here in my purse. Ah, here it is. I am afraid it isn’t spelled right, for I wrote it with my gloves on, but perhaps you can make It out” T ”Tiuksher of mer,” read the clerk. “All, yes,” said lie. with a polite smile, “tincture of myrhh. How much will you have?” **

What Sir Walter Scott Thought Hot

We complain of our hot weather, and yet we can scarcely realize what it must be to foreigners, as the British, who have never known the thermometer to mount above what to us is an antumn-like temperature. We consided England rarv and cold, and still the Scotch talk as Scott did of the Anglican youths’ better manners, as “ripened by the sun of the South.” Sir Walter makes some entries in his journal which soem very odd to us, with 90 degrees of heat by no means a rare thing in our experience. He dolefully indited that he was obliged to walk in the shade of the houses, because it was 08 in even that shade, I one day. And began another entry: “Hot! Hot! Hot! Sixty-five here. Seventy in Edinburgh. Foor Edinburgh!”

The “Rosin” Bible.

In IGO9 there was published at the sign of the “Holy Lamb” in Douai, a town in the northeast of France, not far from the Belgian frontier, an edition of the. Bible which, in consequence of-the quaint translation of a well-known passage, has sometimes been called the “Rosin” Bible. The first portion of the twenty-second verse of the eighth chapter of the book of the Prophet^Jeremiah ran thus In the first edition: “Is there noe rosin in or is there no phlsltlon there?” It seems hardly necessary to say that we now read “balm” iCittead of “rosi*^” never knew 1 what a nat** row escape from death I once had till I read the papers a few days ago. Hobson—What was It? “I see that I was In Chicago two years ago while Holmes was there.” —Philadelphia Record. She owned that her foot was number six, l-' And the grateful clerk did pot divine That she was up to the same old tricks, Till he saw that she really wore number nine. —Chicago Record.

HOW TO BECOME GREAT.

SOME VARIED OPINIONS UPON A SUBJECT OF REAL INTEREST. Why Social, Political, Literary and Business Ambitions Enchain Men’s Attention—Diligence, Perseverance, and Genius May Be of Some Help, bat It Is Ingenioafe Advertising that Tells in the Long San-Many Instances that Prove This True. Every man who is worthy of that title desires public recognition. Socially he would be better known and respected. If he assumes to ignore what is generally known as “society,” he surely turns to some other kindred ambition. Politics may engross" his attentloii. and, jf he would rise in that line he must, by personal address, by party services, or by public speaking, win the confidence and good will not only of his own party, but of the wider public. If as a stydent he buries himself in a library, and works through lonely days and nights, still,"lt is only in the hope Of leaving some work “so writ, as future ages shail not willingly let die.” Socially, politically, in art or literature, yes, even in commerce, the desire for a wider publicity is inspiring and ennobling. Ambition is a strong virtue until it steps beyond prudence or proper modesty. “By that sin fell the angels,” and thousands of thoughtless mortals who try to rush in where the better angels fear to tread, destroy all hopes of public approval. Their rudeuess ruins them socially. Their eagerness for office defeats their political aspirations. Their ambition for rapid recognition clouds their literary efforts. Their “penny dips” are blown out before they have set the river afire. In business little fools ape the actions of successful men until whole hordes are following YVanamaker’s advertising or imitating the Rising Sun stove polish, or copying the plans of really successful houses. The public measures them quickly—they are asses clothed in lions’ skins. —The first rule of real success is to be original. Not strangely? queerly original —but that every act and utterance shall spring from an honest interior. It is not possible to achieve greatness by imitation. Real greatness often comes to men of humble birth and surroundings, whose hearts are true and firm, while in times which try the souls of men the feeble and vacillating ones are swept aside as by a plague. Arnold of Winkelried was a private soldier, but his brave act in burying a dozen spears in his own breast to make way for his fellow soldiers won him a deserved immortality. Bunyan’s simple but heart-told story surpasses in wide publicity any literary effort of the greatest of scholars. The simplest articles have built up the greatest trade successes. It was a farmer who was kindly trying to amuse his little children who invented the now famous “Pigs in Clover,” and it paid him better than a gold mine. But as an instance of solid success, built up by honest means, used to popularize a simple but original article, Sapolio gives us a capital illustration. It is a solid cake of scouring soap, but it is the best of its kind—its manufacturers have never altered or neglected its quality. It is an article naturally of moderate consumption, but it is used everywhere. Not in the United States only, where, from California to Maine, it is a household word; but iu India, China, and Japan, in Australia and all the countries of South America, it marks the progress of civilization by its mere presence. Its traveling salesmen can claim in common .with itself that they scour the world! The methods used in conducting its vast business rival in careful consideration the conduct of enterprises apparently more important, but the secret of its success is that no hohest method of obtaining and of retaining public attention is neglected. Look at the simple little cake of Sapolio, lying half used, perhaps, on the kitchen sink, and try to realize that the sun never sets on its sales. Consider that it cost you but a few cents, although its manufacturers spend hundreds of thousands in’advertising it to the millions whom they wish to remind. It is like a fairy tale. Aladdin rubbed his lamp to no better purpose than the public does Sapolio, for, as a universal servant, its services are without measure, and its worth brings back golden returns to its owners. How has such wide popularity been obtained? By original merit and patient perseverance. Probably the most interesting side of the story lies in the well-known advertising which has been used. We can reveal some of its methods. Its advertising department is presided over by a man who talks proverbs at breakfast, dinner and supper, and twists them to fit Sapolio while the rest of the world sleeps. An artist is employed by the year, although, countless sketches and ideas are contributed by outsiders. Poets—not mere rhymesters—are paid to tell its merits in original verses, and the most novel schemes are made use of to attract attention. T\fo hundred and fifty thousand boxes of dominoes were sent out last year. Japan furnished twenty thousand feathered owls and fifty thousand puzzles, besides thousands of hand-painted panels. Domestic puzzles passed away long ago, but not until millions of them had been used. Pamphlets are printed in vast numbers, and the famous Sapolio alphabet has nearly reached its tenth million. Five hundred dollars will rent a large farm, but it goes to pay for one half-page insertion in a daily paper: Yes, one thousand dollars has been paid for a single column in a weekly paper, but of course the circulation, like the consumption of Sapolio, was enormous. Bold methods they may well be called when over two thousand dollars is paid for the rental of one sign on the most prominent building in America. As odd methods we, may mention the employment of an “advertising orator” who made stump speeches in all the principal cities, and the posting of signs reading “Keep off the Grass” on all the snow banks in New York after its great blizzard. But our readers know only too well how thoroughly it is advertised. Every city, town and railroad is decorated with its signs; the magazines publish its pictures; the street cars areteulivened by its proverbs; the continually remind the public of its merits. But even if it was not so prominent in its own behalf, the dozens of imitators who try to impose their wares on the public, as “Just as good as Sapolio,” would prove to the world that it was the standard. Who can read the bright verses which tell us how to make this world brighter without the tribute of a smile? Who can glance at their pictures without admitting that advertising is an art itself? We havff not room for many, but feel that this article would be incomplete without some specimens of them. Abon Ben Kelly. Ab*H Bfti Kelly (may her tribe increase) Was much disturbed one night and had no, peace; For there upon the wall within her room. Bright with the moonlight that dispelled the gloom, A man wall scribbling with a wand of gold. Now, Mrs. Kelly was a warrior bold, - And to the pretence in the room she said, “What writest thou?” The scribbler raised his head, . , ‘

And with a look that made Ben Kelly hot. Answered: “The name of that which leaves no spot” “And what is that?” said Abou. “Not so fast,” Replied the scribbler. Kelly opened vast Her mouth angelic; then in whisper said, “What is this marvel, quick? I must to “TBecC” ; ; //" -The scribbler wrote and vanished. The , next night He came again with much awakening light, And showed the names that nations long have blessed.— ' And lo! Sapolio's name led ail the rest The Monogram U. S. There is n little monogram —; We see where’erwe go; It offers us protection Against a foreign foe. It stands for light and progress In every foreign clime, And its glory and its greatness Are the themes of many a rhyme. But few have ever really known, ———- And few would ever guess .What our country means by marking All her chattels with U. S.; It may stand for United States, ■——— Or yet for Uncle Sam; - But there’s still another meaning To this simple monogram. We see it on our bonds and bills, And on our postal cards; It decorates our Capitol, Shadowed by Stripes and Stars. In all our barracks, posts and forts it plays a leadingpart, And the jolly sailor loves it And enshrines it in his heart. Now, have you guessed the message Which these mystic letters bear? Or recognized the untold good They’re spreading everywhere? N. Echo the joyful tidings, And let the people know That the U. S. of oUr nation mean* We —Use Sapolio. A Ballad of May. You must wake and call me early; Cali me early, Bridget, do, For to-morrow’s such a busy day I fear we’ll ne’er get through With the scrubbing and the cleaning, ’ And the scouring up, you know, If it wasn’t for our tried old friend, Morgan VS APOTTIOV “Needles and pins, needles and pins, When a man marries his trouble begini,” But ail of us know that it would not be so If he would provide her with S-A-P-0< L-I-O. Lament of the Emigrant. I’m sitting on the stile, Mary, Where we sat long ago, I’ve walked a many a mile, Mary, To find Sapolio. I mind me how you told, Mary, When we were side by side, Its match could not be bought for gold In all the world so wide. Our home was bright and fair, Mary, You kept it so for aye, And yet had time to spare, Mary; Would you were there to-day. You made the work but play, Mary; All women might do so, And all should know the charm you say Lies in Sapolio. But now I sit and weep, Mary, Nor fear'to break your rest, For I laid you, darling, down to sleep, " With your baby on your breast. The graves are not a few, Mary, Hard work brings many low; It was not so with you, Mary, You used Sapolio. Rebus. When lingers spring in winter’s lap, And thoughts of love are rife, To get my first, the trees they tap; “The sweetest thing in life.” When winter evening firesides cheer And music fills the soul, heighk; When mixed selections charm the ear, My second is iu the folio. Like “sunshine in a shady place,” My whole each object heightening, Makes labor light, and work delight; . It cleans “as quick as lightning.”

An Unappreciated Story.

A story told by an English paper, and claiming the merit of absolute truth, evidences once more the inexorable purity and womanliness of Queen Victoria’s character. At Windsor a party of young princes and princesses were chattering with members of the royal household on various matters. The Queen was present, but was not noticing them especially, when a heartier laugh than the rest aroused her interest, and she asked to be told the fun. Now the laugh had arisen from an anecdote, which was not really risky, hut just a little hit so. There was a demur at repeating It to the Queen. Everybody felt slightly uncomfortable. The Queen said again that she and Princess Beatrice would like to hear the story. It was told. The Queen listened, and then said with her inimitable dignity and simplicity: “We are not amused.” It is not the example set by Its royal head that has given to the English smart set its unevlable reputation in the matter of morals big and little.

A Churchman’s Predicament.

The Scotch Archbishop Foreman (in the sixteenth century) was so poor a Latin scholar that, when he was obliged to visit Rome he found great difficulty In conforming to some of the customs of the Pope’s table, to which he was invited. Etiquette roquired that the Scotch bishop should take part In uttering a Latin benediction over the repast, and the illiterate guest had carefully committed to memory what ho bellved to be the orthodox form of words. He began with his “Benedleite,” expecting the cardinals to respond with “Domlnus,” but they respond withldtbmdh M;a,;bw-nle defb plying ”Deus” (Italian fashion) ao confused the good bishop that he forgot his carefully conned phrases, and, “la good broad Scotch," said: “To the doll I give you all, false cardinals,” to which devout aspiration Pope and cardinals (wlio understood only their own language) piously replied, "Amen.” He who learns and makes no.use of his learning Is a beast of burden with a load of books. Comprehendeth the ass whether be carries on bis back a library or a bundle of fagots? A judicious reticence is hard to learn, but it is one of the greatest lessons of Ilf* : , ■ ■ ..

ENTOMBED IN A MINE.

FORTY-TWO CALUMET MINERS PERISH. Smoke and Gas the Deadly Agents— Btg Copper Shaft the Scene of the Hoyrorr-Two Hundred Were in the Mine. Trapped by Flames. Fire broke out in shaft No. 2 of the Osceola Copper mine, near Calumet, Mich., about noon Saturday and of over 200 men at work at the time, forty-two failed to make their escape and are believed to have perished. They had not so much chance as they would have had in a cayo-in; for then some nook or timber-supported arch would have afforded refuge. But in the present instance smoke and gases have penetrated every crevice, and it is not thought possiany could survive. Sunday morning a search party consisting of Capt. James Richards, John Harvey, Richard Coombs, Lewis James, Jacob Paulson, John Stevens, and James Parrey went down the No. 5 shaft to the twenty-fourth level arid went into the drift 800 or 900 feet until they were nearly overcome by g.as and compelled to return. Capt. Richards came near losing his life. No bodies were found. Gas is the principal danger and will stay in the mine as long as the fire burns. The head captain and many of the men say the fire is the work of an incendiary. It started in sagging overwork seventy feet above the floor, where fire could not possibly get, as the mines are deep and dry. The incendiary, it is thought, wanted to cripple the company, and probably thought the men would all escape safely. “"Numerous stories of hairbreadth escapes are told by survivors. Many mendid not realize their danger until too late. One miner took his working partner by the hand and begged him to go to the surface, but he answered, “There is no danger.” He is still in the mine. Others hung to their stronger partners until both were overcome! - Some of the men working several levels below the twenty-seventh level, where the fire caught, were seen as far up as the eighteenth level, working their way toward the surface. Several of the men who escaped report having passed others on the ladders who were unable to proceed farther on account of their being overcome by gas and smoke. A man about GO years old picked up a young man overcome by gas and carried him from 200 to 800 feet toward the surface, when be felt his strength giving out and he had to drop the young fellow in order to reach the surface alive himself. i When the first alarm of fire was signaled to the men there were more than 200 men underground. All could have reached the surface safely if they had used proper precaution. Capt. Trenbath was among those who came up, but he returned again to see others got out safely and is now amoi missing. A group of seven or eight men was noticed resting and smoking their pipes by several of the miners and were told to hurry to the surface. Their answer was that they had plenty of time. They also are counted among the missing, ncue of them having escaped. Nothing can be done to recover the bodies until the’fire is gotten under control and the gases get out of the mine. It is generally thought that the bodies will bo found in the drifts lending to the other shafts, where the men ran trying to find a place to escape the flames. No. 3 shaft was surrounded all day Sunday by thousands of people anxious to see if word or sign would be received from the miners, but all were Roomed to disappointment and went to their homes fearing the worst, having given up all hops. Most of the men were married nud t’%a scenes around the mine are heartrending a,t all times. -1 The only precedents from which the probable duration of the fire can be guessed are supplied by the three big fires which have ravaged the Calumet and Hecln mine. The, greatestj>f ttyese buru : ed for months* and was extinguished* onfy by flooding the mine with water and carbonic acid gas. There being less timbering in the Osceola, the fire will probably not spread far from No. 2 shaft, but it may smolder for weeks. There are not lacking indications that the fire was of incendiary origin. The smoke was smelled by some of the miners half an hour before the blaze was located. When found ihe fire had gained such headway that it riould not be extinguished by the means at hand, and before a line of hose corild be brought to bear upon the flames they had reached the shaft and were attacking the timbers of all four sides, 300 feet above the point where they first started.

VICTORY FOR DEFENDER.

American Boat Captures the First of the Cup Contests. The American yacht Defender defeated the Valkyrie in the first of the cup contests, Saturday, making the run of fifteen miles to windward and back in the excellent time of 4 hours 59 minutes 55 seconds, beating the Britisher by 8 minutes 49 seconds. The victory of the Defender is the subject of almost general jubilation, everyone being pleased with it except tho subjects of her Majesty resident here for the time being and some of the chappies who turn their trousers up at the bottom “because its sloppy weather in London, don’tcher know." A great many are inclined to think that the Britisher “isn’t in it” in th hunt after the cup, but others more cautious and conservative regard her with a great deal of respect. They remember that when the race was started there was only about ft six-knot breeze blowing, and that she went through the water like a ghost under its mild impetus. They also remember that it is said that her best point of sailing is running free before the wind with her spinnaker set. She had no such wind Saturday, and seme are inclined to think if she had the result might have been different. The great mass of yachtsmen, however, think that the Defender is her superior in any wind that will insure a thirty-mile courso being covered within six hours, the time limit. The new government of Peru has set about the work of undoing some of the acts of its predecessors from which it took the reins of government in April last. In the Chamber of Deputies a motion was made to declare null and void all the acts of the Congress of 1894, to expunge from the, army lists the nsmes of Generals Caceres and Borgono and to anpul the acts of their government. The Indications are that Atlanta is to be precipitated into another heated prohibition contest, and that, too, during th* progress of the expositor y