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BT TOM MA8SOX. Be was abont to say adieu,1 Was thinking of some word to flatter Whea from hia overcoat, there fiew A button -with a dismal clatter. He blushed, but she with roman'a tact As If sho saw a goor9 joke in it. Cried, laughingly, "There! now, IT! act oar t&ilor'a part for just minute." He doffed the coat and watched her thread The needle with her head low bending, Kow, do you know," he softly said. I have an awful lot of xnonding? A bachelor. wtl say, like me, Is at the mercy of his tailor. And then there's something else, you see (At this he turned a trifle paler). My heart needs mending much. I fear ; Do you suppose that you could do itf WeC I don't know, she mused "but. dear, 111 give my whole attention to it. -Ladm Wear Review.

1 DETECTIVE'S ADVENTURE. For the first three years of my connection with a western detective agency I was known to the employees of the agency, when known at all, as u the outlaw man." Not because I had ever been an outlaw myself, but because I was assigned to the duty of hunting down outlaws and no one else. It is a line of work still in existence with several agencies, but it is one in which few men care to engage, no matter what the salary. It is all right when you are bunting the outlaw, but it is vastly different when he turns and hunts you. Bud I fully understood what would be -required of me, I would not have eu- ' gaged in the work for any salary the

agency could have named, but, once

engaged, pride and circumstances kept

me bound to the work until impera

tively obliged to relinquish it.

For two years previous to my start a

man known as Bill Gicbs had been out

lawed in Arkansas. lie was a robber

and a murderer, had a prioe set upon

his head, and had taken refuge in the

Boston Mountain, and from his lair defied all authoritv of law. He was a ter

ror to a large district and the plan to

get rid of him wta discussed and ar

ranged like an ordinary business trans

action.

"What sum in cash will your agency

take to hunt down and kill Bill Gibbs?" was the query. -We will do it for dollars," A11 right: go ahead."

Wb"n the preliminaries had been arranges with, the committee I was called

in for orders. "You will proceed to Huntsville, "Ark., and from thence locate Gibbs. Do not attempt to take him prisoner. The whole State wants him killed. Take your time and make your own plans, but do not return until you have disposed of him.9 Inside of five days I was in Huntsville, but I tramped over the o untry between that town and the base of the rango for a week before I secured any definite information concerning Gibbs. Every farmer knew him, and almost everyone paid him tribute, but such was the fear of his vengeance that only an occasional person dared admit having eeen him. The outlaw was entirely lone, and he had been left unmolested so long that the advantage would be on my side. He was described to me as a man of forty, very powerful and vindictive, and of n natural bloodthirsty disposition. When he came down out of the mountains he was sure to do some devilish thing, although unprovoked and among people ready to befriend him. I found several negroes who had had an ear slashed off by him, and half a dozen white men who had been shot at or otherwise intimidated. It was over two weeks before I got any information of direct value. I than tumbled upon a negro squatter to the southeast of Huntsville and near the foothills, who panned out at a lively rate. I encountered him on a trail in the woods, and had him covered with my rifle before he knew of my presence. By threatening and coaxing and bribing I induced him to yield up the information J was after. He was then three miles from his cabin and on his way to Hunts -ville to procure supplies for Gibbs. He Jbad a bundle of coon and fox skins, which he was to exchange for coffee, crackers, powder and lead. He had been a compulsory agent for a year, and such was his fear of the outlaw that when I brought the muzzle of my cocked rifle down to within a foot of his breast snd threatened to fire he wailed out : "You kin dun kill me, mar's white

man, but Tze afraid of Mar's Gibbs list

ne same.

Gibbs was to wait at the negro cabin

away and went into canp to await results. If my action seems cold-blooded let the reader condemn. I hed in my pocket a list of five men whom Gibbs had kiilei in cold blood, and the names of a dozen whom he had slashed and maimed out of pure malignity. While I was arranging the gun two land-lookers were approaching the cabin. They were strangers to the neighborhood and unarmed. Gibbs was just leaving the cabin to go into hiding, and although the men neither

displayed weapons not called upon him to halt," he fired upon them with a revolver, wounding one in the shoulder and the other in the side. He then started up the ravine, and I had just been ten minutes in hiding before I heard the spring gun discharged. I waited a few rainute&and then carefully approached the spot, and it was to find Gibbs dead across the string. He had been instantly killed, by the bullet. When we came to get the body out to have it identified we found the facial expression to be as savage as that of an enraged tiger. He had been living the life of a wild beast until he resembled one. His nails were like talons, his flesh covered with hair, and he had the odor of a caged panther. My second adventure with on outlaw lasted much longer. A half-breed Choctaw named John Flint, who was a resident of Dooksville, Indian Territory, and who had killed several men in the

year after the close of the war, was run out of the neighborhood by a vigilance committee, and he took up his lair in the mountain spur to the South, and swore that he would never be taken

alive nor make friends with a human being. He was represented as a quick shot, a fighter to the death, and a man of such vigilance that he could not be surprised. He was outlawed and a

a price sec upon ms neaa, out it was

hoped he might be taken

shout of alarm, and next instant earth, rocks and bushes were falling all about mo. I sprang up, and as I did so the spread-eagle form of a man struck the bushes at my right aud broke through them with a great crash. I made a leap

to yet out of the way, but the body had scarcely come to a stop before I was at hand, "it was the outlaw, as- I saw at a glance. ' The fall had stunned him. While he still clutched the rabbit in his right hand, his lefb arm was broken, I lost no time in securing and disarming him, and when he roused up, five minutes later, he had no show. He took it out in cursing, however, and of all the blood-curdling oaths I ever heard a man use he capped the climax. X got, him about noon, and before night I had him down the mountain and delivered up to legal authority. He resisted me vigorously for the first hour declaring that he would die before he would accompany me, but after I had used a stout, switch on him several times, and given him to understand that he would be dragged if he refusod to walk, he was more tractable. Ho was turned over to the United States authorities, arraigned on six or seven charges of murder, but convicted and hung on the first. I wan not present vhen he was swung off, bul; in his speech from the scaffold he cursed me high and low, and left it as his dying rtquest that his friends would not rest until they had taken mv life.

Queer Coroners' I enacts. Some cases of comparatively recent occurrence will serve to illustrate th defect of the coroner system. Here are four instances from a single New England State. In a certain town a man shot himself . A coroner hearing of the fact, and still in ignorance whether death had

occurred, summoned a jury and hastened to the place, onJv to find the man

alive and ' alive. Selecting the nearest saloon as

hanired. Our affencv was offered $1,000 ! a waiting place, the coroner and his

more to capture him alive than to fur- i imT remained there until the man was

nish proofs of his death, but it was at ; aeaa employing a ooy m tne neigb-

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the owner's return. I ordered him

jjjrsoul about meeting me, and when he had disappeared, I started for the cabin. Jlbad no idea. that the outlaw would re11 l e '1U' or lOS! While hePly trusted the negro as much as aryman ling, his outlaw life would r5Ete-J suspicious of everybody, and he uid take no chances. I reasoned thabe would qui the cabin as soon as he obtained a bite to eat, and that he would gQ hiding at some point from whicKjie could command a view. ThereforeS when within a irile of the spot, I made fr.cireuit to the right and came out a mile Ar more to the south of the little clearing I found that a ravine led down from the mountain in the direction of the cabin, and after an hour's search up and down I discovered evidences that some one had traversed it but recently. Weeds ware broken down, stones displaced,

and at a certain moist spot I found plain footprints. The outlaw had come down from hk lair by this gloomy trail, and he would doubtless return by it. I met the negro about 9 o'clock in the morning. He would have time to- do his trading and return by 4 or 5 im the afternoon. Gibbs might go off on an expedition after receiving his supplies, but the chances were that he would at once return to his lair. I followed the ravine back to a point where it narrowed to a width of six or eight feet, and where the path was in semi-darkness even at high noon and there I prepared my trap. Had I met Mm face to face I 45ouldhave shot him, but I could not lie iii ambush and do it, outlaw though he was. It was too much like murder. Inu rvf an hour I had mr rifle set as a

airing tfun. to be discharged as the

man a Ws pressed a small cord running

across the path, and then I retired to a thick damp of pia -tbomt foiy row

tne same time aamittecr that over a dozen men had spent weeks in vain trying to either kill or capture him. Three of the number had been killed while pursuing the enterprise. The outlook for me was, therefore, very dubious, but I determined to see what could be done. As is the case with sverv outlaw, Flint had his friends and admirers in the country about him. I reached Doaksville to learn that he was around with a Winchester and two revolvers, and that people for twenty miles around were intimidated by him. He levied toll on the farmers with a high hand, obliging one to furnish meat, another flour., a third cartridges, and such was the terror his presence inspired that no one dared betray him, though all yearned to hear of his death or capture. Ho was put on his guard against me on my arrival, and he sent me word that if I did not at once leave the country he would have my life. When I finaliv got

ready to begin my hunt for him, he was

hunting me as well. When I had secured such particulars as I desired,

I bundled up what necessity demanded and cut loose from civilization. That

is, I headed for the mountain, deter

mined to pursue the man day and night

until I had run him down. It was no

use to plan to catch him about any of

the farm houses, as he knew that I was

after him, and he would, as a measure

of prudence, forsake his old haunts for

the time being. It seemed to me the

best way to hunt for his lair and havo it.

out with him on his own ground.

Fur the first three davs I got neither

track nor trace of Flint. It was like

hunting for a needle in a haystack, as

the mountain was thickly covered with

virdnre, and split up with many ravines

and gnlchss. Nobody had ever found

his hiding place, but from some remarks dropped once when he had liquor in him it was supposed to be in a cave in

the rocks, and to be approached only

with the greatest difficulty. If I met

him abroad it would be entirely bv ac

cident, so I carefully avoided crossing

any bare places where he might espy me from his lookout. About iaid-fore-noon on the fourth day I came acroHs a

snare set for rabbets by some human hands. An investigation proved that

it had been in use for some tims. and had hold several victims, although empty at this time. This must be the

outlaw, since his presence on the moun

tain had driven all hunters awav. Two

hours later and a mile away I discovered a snare from which a partridge had

lately been taken. I ielt then that I was iu the neighborhood of the outlaw's den, but I had to move slowly and exercise the greatest vigilance. I built my tires in ravine? and with the least possible smoke, and whenever night came I crept under the pines and rolled myself in a blanket. On the fifth and sixth days I did not cover more than two miles of ground, and most of t at distance was covered on hands and knees. On 4he evening of the sixth day I had to de3ceud the mountain to renew my provisions at a farm house, and what was my chagrin to learn from a negro that Flint had visited the place for the same purpose only the night before. He cave me the direction taken by the outTaw, but when I reached the base of the m ountains I could go no further in the dar&ness and had to oamp down. I was astir aA daylight, and at once made my way to fche crest ox the big nill, believing that Flint, having supplied himself

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witn provisions, woum lie quiet wriwo or three days. Whether he did or did

not I hnnted for him another week without finding further trace than a third

snare he had ftet for game. On the thirteenth day my hunt came to an end in a singular manner. , I was following a dry ravine, so full of bushes and loose rocks that I had to creep most of the time and I wa resting under some very thick bushes when I heard a movement on the bank above. It might have been caused by a deer or bear, but I felt pretty certain that it was a man. He whs on the bank of the ravine directly over my head, and alter a minute or two I heard the squeal of a rabbit. It was Flint, then, and he was taking the game from a snare. We could not see each other, but he had the advantage in being above me. The bank was too steep t climb, and I was turning to a spot where I could ascend, when there was a sort gf crash above measuppressed

bsrhood to keep them informed asi

the man's condition, until he had ceased to breathe, when they preceeded with the inquest." In another place: "The body of a drowned nif.a was towed across a mill-pond from o.ie town to another, to save the first town, in which the body was found, the expense of inquest fees." The following humorous verdict was rendered by a Tennessee coroners jury : "He come to his death from the following cause, to-wit: From some sudden cause, to the jurors unknown." An Irishman named O'Connor wt.s killed in Minnesota by one Cochrane, and about his dead bodv assembled a jury of six men, who rendered the following verdict, given here without tie original apelling: "Martin O'Connor, her6 lying dead, came to his death by shot from a gun, which caused the blood to rush in torrents from his bodv, so that it was impossible for him to live until we could hold an inquest." The following is reported from Kentucky: "Inquisition held on the body of Holmes, deseasts December 8, 1853. We of the said jury, by being summoned and qualified, and hearing the evidences, and making true and diligous

resentments over the said bodv of said deseasts, twelve men met, aud, being duly sworn into the case, believes that he come to his death by some fit or other apoplexy. Doctor being duly eworn by himself, coroner, states that the lobis membrane of the spinal dseuse was affected to considerable extent." Forum. Fun With the Old Man. He was a meek-looking old gentleman from the country, and as he took his seat at the dining-room table the drummers looked at him over their soupspoons. They noted his weather-beaten face, his wet hair carefully parted and brushed around over his ears, and his air of diffidence as he nervously fingered 3ais fork; and when the waiter girl stood at his side and winked at the boot-and-jihoe man, they were all attention. "Soup?" she asked. The old man seemed a bit surprised at the brevity of the bill of fare, and fidgeted about as though waiting former to say something more. "Would you like some soup?" Raid the girl with a side-glance at the coffee and spice man. I ain't particular about soup, as I know of." auswered the old man. Boil mutt'n capersauea, roas beef, rV lamb, rV veal, fricasse cuiok'n. cole ham-tongue, ehick'n-salod, fritters, boil' n baked p'tatus' said the girl with lightning-like rapidity. The old man- looked kind of helpless, and the boys felt a little sorry for hitn as he kept his eyes fastened on the fork, which he shoved from side to aide with his lingers. "I guess Til take--rl guess you'll have to say that again," he said, looking up, and the girl rattled the whole thing off in exactly the same time as before. The old man looked around the table and caught sight oJ: a drummer winking at the girl; then he jerked his head around, and looking her straight in the face, ho said : "You may gimme sm bile corn beef 'n' cabbage, roas beef veal 'n mutton, col? chick'n V turkey V tongue, V s'm ham 'n eggs V ood'ish cakes ny sassage 'n' beefsteak V piece V punkin pie 'a eup o coffee, sis; V now &ee ef yor kin make yer little legs fly s fast as ye kin yer tongue, for I wan tor git home; there's a shower oomin' up." The girl hesitated, turned red, and. then made a break for the kitchen, while the drummers laughed and the old man gazed oui of the window at the gathering clouds. An Odd Typographical Erren One of the oddest typographical errors over made ira B ton was in a bo k published bv the firm of Crocker & Brew

ster, which has just been brought to

public attention by the death of Mr. Brewster. It wan in one of the sermonsof Dr. Nathaniel Emmons, the great orthodox divine. Thed tctor quoted the Scripture text, "Cut bim down. Why eumberethhe the gtonnd?" The intelligent compositor put it in type, ta Gut him down, like a cucumber, to the ground, You are liable 1x be put out by a fo if yoa eat ettw at a seaside hotel.

innocent Urchins. If there is any place where ono needs to keep all his wits about him it is in the mission Suuday-school. The urchins who are there gathered together have no reverence for either things sacred or tilings profane, and they are ready to question anything or everthing said to them with a frankness and a boldness which is eminently disconcerting to any one not accustomed to this sort of thing. They are not above playing tricks and laying snares for their teachers. On one occasion a young rapscallion in a North End school remarked in a sanctimonious tone: ''My father drinks.' The unwary teacher, falling into the trap, began to talk to the class of the evils of intemperance, and of how much little Johnny was to bo pitticd for having a father who was given to the dreadful habit of intemperance. Sht waxed eloquent, and spoke at considerable length, secretly feeling that she had never done better, and that she must surely make an impression upon her

pupils. And then when she had made an end of speaking, and all the class were supposed to be in an eminently editied condition of mind, little Johnny finished his sentence with an air so innocent as to deceive, if it were possible, even the very elect. "My father," he said, drinks water." And he smiled confidingly into the face of his teacher, as if he were sure of her approval, and as if he enjoyed the approval of a clear conscience; as indeed very likely he did. On another day whoa a teacher was endeavoring to impress upon a class of newsboys the beauty of righteousness, and to give them some sort of a leaning toward the paths of decency, sobriety, and godliness, an impudent saucy-faced youngster, known among his companions as 'Buliy Sam'' leaned iorward, aud holding out to her a battered nickel which had the general appearance of having been run over by a horse-car, observed : "I say, now, 111 give you that to stop." It may be judged how much effect the lesson had after that.

Still again, a clever Boston girl had undertaken the task of instructing a pew-full of newsboys, bootblacks, and telegraph messengers., and the lesson chanced to be upon the raising of Lazarus. Taking into account the ;'act that the boys knew of the telegraph, and finding that it was very hard to interest them, she turned the talk to electricity by asking if there was any way in which the dead could be raised to life, and going on to nay that there had beeu people who believed that it could be done by electricity. She found that she had at last gained their attention, and, dreading to lose it again, she went on a little with her talk about the force and its manifestations. Tlie boys listened intently, and 2resently one of the dirtiest and most reprehensible of the gang gave a hitch to his ragged trousers expressive of satisfaction and interest.

Well now," he said, "we're learnin,

suthin'. Boston Courier.

An Uptown Jeweler's Story. I dislike to tell people how they have been imposed upon by proiessed friends, but occasionally I am compelled to do so for the protection of my dvn reputation. " presume every jeweler with an extensive patronage has had a similar experience perhaps many of such experiences. A an instance, a few days ago a young lady came to my store with a ring which she honestly believed to contain a fine large diamond. The setting needed repairing, and when I received the trinket

I examined it closely., according to mv custom. I told the girl wha1; I would charge her, and she was just turning away when I called her back and informed her that I presumed she wan aware of the character and value of the stone. She replied that she, of course, knew it to be a fine diamond. I at once informed her that it was on the most common and valueless imitations. Her indignation was boundless. She said the ling was given hftr by her dearest and best friend a man who would scorn such deceit. I inquired whether she had had it rejaired since it was given her, and she s;iid she had not, and that she had constantly worn it from the time she received it until it was brought to me. I then told her thait her friend must have purchased it of home irresponsible and dishonest dealer, but she declared that he obtained it from a house the

name of which is a sufficient guarantee of honesty. I proved to her that her supposed diamond was only paste, and she went away in a toweling rage. This is one of many similarly unpleasant experience;. I am obliged to call tliB attention of my customers to such frauds. If I did not I would be regarded as a thief. Sooner or later the imposition would "be discovered and then I wculd be charged with having substituted paste for a valuable diamond. Jewelers Heekly. Indorsed lawyer's Cheek Sen&t.rr Sawyer tells a very good story on hinise!iy. There was a man up in the Ofciktish country named Ben Hutchinson, who wa a great boaster. If he cut one log he wa mire to report 100. One season he did some loggu g for Mr. Sawyer, and for his pay received a check on tko National Uank of Oskosh for $120, payable to his order. Mr. Hutch;nson hd never had such an experience before, and he showed the check to his friends with a great deal of unction before he took it to the bank to get it cashed. When he did so the teller, of course, made him write his name on the back of the paper, and that was an incident of still greater importance in Mr. Hutchinson's life. When he went to his home up in the woods he said to everybody that, he met on :he way: '()K1 Sawyer can brag as much as he's a mind to about his money, bub the bank made me indorse his check before they would c&sh it." Chirago News. A Oalina (Mo.) girl gave up marrying a young man who was objectionable t ) her parents upon the promise of her lather to buy her a red-aud-yctllow ham-

Down iu tlib Cut-Uff. A negro woman called on the county judge. ".Look yere," she said, "times dun got so hard down yonder in the cut-off, kaint you gib er body suthh? ter do roun er about de cou't house? I'se er monstus fine han' ter sweep an I ken p.cour er floor till you ken dun see yose'f in it." "I have nothing for you to do," the judge answered. " 'Clar ter goodness I'se mighty sorry. I reckon I'ete jes hatter git out an' do suthin'." "Who is Pete?" "Pete? He's my husban', sah." "Is ho sick?" "Oh, no, sah, dat man ain't sick. Huh, dat generman got er appertite like er young mockin' bird." "Then why don't you make him get out and &: something?" u I'm feerd he won't let me vote if 1 does." "Won't let you vote!" the judge exclaimed. "What do you mean?" " W'y sah, I means dat if I (loan s'port him he woan sign my votin papers fur me naixt year. Doan you understan9? Doau you knowwhutde legislatur done ? Sho nuff haint you?" she added, noticing the judge's look of astonishment. "Petehetoie me all er bout it. JPote he say the legislatur parsed an law that el er 'oman s'portodher husband fur one year w'y de naixt year ef he signed er paper statin' dat ar fack, de law o' do Ian would gib her license fnr to vote.

I greed tor dat plan oaze I'd like mighty well ter vote an hab canerdates er c unin1 er roun bowin' an' scrr.pin; so I pitched iu and' done de bes' I coul' an' far erbout six munts I managed ter git enoug ter eat, but lately I has been outeu work an' now I 'clar I doan know hardly whut ter do. Little Siivy she hepped me mightly but she tuck sick an' died an sense den ever'thing dun gone wraung. She'd say, 'mammy, w'en yoa vote you gwine git me er new dress, ain't you?' 'Yas, honey,' Pd -my, 'an' make a lody outeu you, too.' But de Lawd come er long an' made er lady outen her." The Judge was moved. "Your husband has cruelly deceived you; he has tdd you a falsehood." "Didn't de legislatur pass dat law?5 "Assuredly not." "An' dat man jes tole me er lie dat growed outen his laziness?" uYes." "You ain't jokin' wid me?" "No." "Is you got any use fur dat stick up dar in the corner?"

"No, you may take it." "Bleeged ter you sah," she added, taking the stick. 'Bout two hours frum now de neighbors gwine yere somebody holler. Thankee, jedge, (he had givin her a dollar) I muVbe movin' now. Man down in de cut-off gwine holler vus den ef er dog had him." Arkamaw Traveler. Itanium's White leplliant "Yes, I have ridden about 2,000 miles on the backs of elephants in India and carried large sums of money as agent for Baruum," said J. B. Gaylord, as he sat in the rotunda of the Palmer House the other evening. "When 3 went after the white elephant I had to travel in great style and splendor to impress the natives with the idea of Barnunvs wealth and importance. The first white elephant I succeeded iu buying in Upper Burmah was poisoned when I got it as far as Singapore. The natives were superstitious and didn't want the sacred animal taken out of their country. Then I had to buy another. Of course you remember of reading accounts of my interview with King Theebaw. Every one approaching bin: had to lie down flat on the ground af ter removing boots and hat. I was only permitted to answer such questions as the King saw fit to ask me. I was told beforehand that it would be as much as my life was worth to mention white elephant to Theebay. I had reason to believe it afterward when I saw twentyseven subjects beheaded by his order in one day. He was a holy terror. The way I finally suco-ded in buying the elephant was through the King's Ministers, whom I bribed several times. They were ail Poo-Bahs. "The beast cost Barnum $100,000 before he got rfc to America. But there is no such thing as a white elephant. The King of Siam has the one which approaches nearest that color. The King of Siam kindly offered to present me with a. handsome princess named Djorjnkarta. She wore very few clothes, but I discovered she had a verv bad

temper and declined the gift." G7ucatjo Timea. Kaiser William's Hostility to Betting,

The present Emperor of Germany is known to be hostile to the excessive betting which is practiced in the army. When, as Priues William, he was Colonel of the RerT Hussars, he intimated to some officers f his regiment that they should withdraw their names from a club when gambling was notorious. An important nobleman asked William I. to ask his grandson to withdraw the prohibition; but the old Kaiser's subsequent request was met with the question, "Am I Colonel of the regiment?" "Of course," said William I. "Then your Majesty will allow me to maintain my portion or to return it now into your hands." The next time the nobleman spoke to the Emperor upon the subject the latter said : "1 am very sorry. I have tried everything, but the Colonel positively refuses." London World. A Hard Scrabble for a C ustomer. Tourist It must have been a terrible eyclone that wrecked, this choat'ch so completely. Kansasan (with his arm in a sling) Twa'r'nt no cyclone. You see, it happened on Sunday an' I was preachin' on the folly o' seekin' riches, whnsome one hollered in through the window than there was three pussy-lookin' capitalists in town lookin' for land, an' the congregation rL: up as one man anf busted the walls right out trying to get out first. Tourist But; you seem to have received personal injuries. Kansasan if I got my arm broke, butt I was nort o' reconciled. I reached the capitalists in time to seil in" corner lot over on Prospect an Wall streetsSL ZuuiS Humorist.

A VERITABLE FIERY FURNACE IVrllous Feat cc mpttftheri My Ifvva ''ai.fMliiMi. William H. Marvin, of ItaLhvtn, Ontario, risked his life the other day to obtain a revarJ of $1,000 and wonbut he would not go through a similar experience for all the money iu the world. The Kuthven gas well was set on fire; it is sup?oed by some disgruntled laborer. The cap over the pipe was so fixed that the escaping rushed out directly toward the ground and made approach all but impossible, and the roar could be heard three miles away. The owners offered to give $1,090 to any one who would stop the flow. Marvin made himself a suit of asbestos, intending to go right up to the well through the flame and nut the cap oft with a chisel. The first attempt was a failure. Marvin wore heavy cowhide boots covered with wet cloths, but before he got to the flame the cloths had burned away and his boots were smoking. For his next trial he covered his boots with asbestos. His coat of asbestos was fashioned like a cone and had holes through which his arms were thrust. His arms -were covered with several thicknesses of wet cloth and asbestos. Hi a contrivance for cutting the pipe consisted of long chis&l fastened at right angles to an iron staff. He slid the cone along the ground, guiding his steps by a glass set in the front. His assistant was robed like himself, and carried a long staff on which was fast tened a farrier's Larimer. The crowJ saw him creep up and rest the edge oi the chisel against the pipe just below the cap. The assistant hit the chisel squarely but lightly several times. The cone in the ring of fire wavered, and a cry "He's burned to death" went up on all hands. Marvin came out but he was as nearly roasted as a man could be and live. It tok him two hours to recover from his weakness and then he determined to try it again. He fixed up another chisel saying, that he would succeed or perish. Again the hammer and chisel were brought into play, and all at once the roar changed into a shrill whistls and the cap was blown a hundred feet upward. Marvin was taken out badly scorched, but not hurt otherwise. The thing was a success and Marvin had earned his $1,000. He put a contrivance on the pipe to shut off the flow cf gas, and that afternoon for the first time in nearly three weeks Buthven was quiet from tho deafening roar. The company estimate that over 198,000,000 feet of gas was consumed. Marvin's lips ai e so swollen that he cannot open them without forcing something between them, and his eyebrows and whiskers are entirely gene. Marvin's successful attempt is the first of its kind on record.

Tburlow Weed's Ola Paper. Charles A. Dana once came near own iug the Albany Journal, but very few outside of a select few knew of the fact, savs the .New York 'Times. It was after the retirement of Thurlow Weed from the paper aud his removal to the city Lucius Robinson was then controller for the first time, and was instrumental in bringing together the principal owners of the Journal and Mr. Dana. The price was set at $80,000, and everybody considered that the bargain was consummated; and it was, legally, with the exception of drawing up the papers. The owners of the Journal were anxious to sell out. Thurlow Weed got now of the sale. There were certain political affair which he felt would suffer if Mr. Dans gained control of the Journal, so he hurried to Albany and gave the order that the newspaper must not be sold at that time, because it would be suicidal to the Republican interests. In the meantime Mr. Dana had become acquainted with the fact that the owners were anxious to get rid of the property, and was advised to offer $1,500 less than the stipulated pricey He thought he would save that much. He telegraphed to Albany offering $78,00, and promptly the answer was sent back that the paper was not for sale. Lucius Robinson, who owned some of the stock was furious. The other owners tried to buy his holdings of stock, but he would t not let go. He had a bright young man in his office by tha name of George W. Demers, and" upon him a compromise was made. Mr. Robinson insisted, in consideration of the sale of his stock, that Mr. Demers should go into the Journal as editor. He did so, and the very first editorial he wrote was against Lucius Robinson. This was the last straw, and after tlat Mr. Robinson was a Democrat.

Queer Sale in Photographs, "Misfit Photographs tor Sale" is the Bign of a Michigan Avenue photograph gallery. The man who owns the place says he hit on the plan to get rid of pictures that people order and never pay for. "But who buys the pictures?" asked the artist. l"Ohf many folks. You see a young man comes in here aud sees a nice pic ture of a girl, and he buys one and tends it home to his friends. Then he akes one for himself, perhaps two, and in that way I get my money back. I know one young fellow who "took som of my best work and seut it to Germany to represent his wife. The picture could easily have passed foi hers as fai as the features went, but she was never dressed out like that. Mothers who have little children often buy pictures of chidrm with long hair when theirs haven't grown out, and send them round to friends at a distance. I can sel brides' pictures without any trouble. I Bometimes think pictures that ain't for people look just as much like them. Besides, it saves you all tne trouble of sitting," Detroit Free Press. Rare Courtesy to a College Prefcr. It happened to a Colby College pro feasor, when a young man to board around one winter. His arrival at one rural home took place just at dinner time, and he at once sat down with the family to enjoy the repast. The pro lessor doesn't remember that his appetite was particularly sharp thai day,' but at the close of the meal the mistrea of the house looked across to her bus band and coolly remarked 44 Wei I, John, I gue.ia you migh M well kill that heifsr