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:-i THE SOND'AY OBEGONUX, POBTEXnD, rAftttTTl 8, 1900. 82 NONE LIKE IT ANYWHERE VODERS ALADDIH IX BBAKCH OF HIS GOLDEX COFFEE-POT. Lonely "Winter Vigil' o Two Miners in the Mountains RemnrUablo Bobbery f SnrrtTor. "Tain't no use. Billy; 'tain't no nse, but we mustn't givo up yet." I heard him mutter to his companion, as I sauntered along near them, curiously noting their grotesque appearance, as they slowly tneandered down the etreet- The man wore a rusty brown suit, tat tered and torn: his shoulders were unusu ally broad and stooped, his body short, legs long, feet big. From under the narrow rim of a high-crowned hat. long, kinky, unkempt, reddish brown locks, sprinkled with gray, fell wildly over the stooped shoulders, while a pair of the largest hands I ever caw grasped the handles of a wheelbarrow which he pushed along be fore him. His companion was a venerable old billy-goat, who walked sedately along, chewing his cud: he waa attached to the barrow by a short, dirty string. The barrow was piled up with a miscel laneous lot of old tin pans, blackened by -smoke, and perhaps half a dozen bright, new tin coffee pots: the whole load rat tled and banged discordantly, as It was rolled over the uneven cobble-stones. At last they halted, and the man sat down on the curb, removed his hat and mopped his forehead with a great red cot ton handkerchief. Unconsciously I also stopped, and. rudely enough. I suppose. stood watching them. Giving mo a side long glance from a pJSr of small, twinkling gray eyes, the man turned, with a rusty chuckle, to the goat, and said: "Billy, here's another one of 'em, and I guess we'll have to tell our story to him afore he'll leave us." Tho goat looked wise, bowed his neck end Jerked his short tall nervously; then the man. as though he had gained the con cent of his companion, turned to me and eald: "Tonne feller, it's all right, but I makes it a point alius to ask fer a leetle some thin' to wet my whistle with before I be gin, then I'll tell yer the hull story." A Secluded Xoolc "Certainly," I replied, for I was begin ning to feel myself under some obligation to him. and we retired to a nearby resort and seated ourselves at a little table. In an obscure corner, while the waiter placed two large schooners of foaming lager be fore us. In two gulps, his glass was emp tied and I motioned to the waiter to refill It. While the waiter was drawing the beer the man crossed over to the lunch counter end helped himself to a cracker and a. smoked herring, and then, taking two or three green onions from a glass, he re turned to the table, where he sat down and munched the cracker and herring and fed the onions to the goat, whom he had brought In and tied to tho leg of the table. The goat devoured tho onions with evi dent relish, and looked wistfully for more, observing which, the waiter removed the glass to a safe retreat beneath the bar. After the last bit of cracker had been washed down, my companion wiped his mouth with the red handkerchief, leaned back In his chair and began: "In 18, mo and Jako Pearson was In the dlggln's, devotln' our time to pocket liuntln', and we was havln' reasonable good luck. Well, we kept gettln further an further back In the mountains till 'long late In the Fall, when, fust thing we knows, 'long comes a big snow storm and we gets locked In. Wc had a tolible comfortable cabin, an' plenty o' bacon an' beans an' coffee, so we didn't much care, tho" we knowed It would be a mighty lonesome, dreary Winter. Our nuggets was melted Into three or four big slugs, an' we burled 'em In a corner o' tho cab In. Our cookln' utensils was limited to a fryln' pan, a coffee-pot an' two tin cups. "Storm follered storm and there was days an' days when we couldn't even stick our noses out o' the door. It begin to git mighty tejlus, and, to make matters worse, tho terbackcr was glttln' low and Jako was glttln' grouchy an' mean. If we had only a leetle somethln to drink, we'd a bin all right, but when the terbackcr was all gone. Jake didn't do nothln' but set in the corner an' mope all day, from inornln' to night, an' I didn't do nothln' but whittle an' whittle, all day, to keep my spirits up. It don't take much to worry an get a feller out o' sorts when he's cooped up like that, an' one day wo had the most aggravatln' thing happen; the coffee-pot got to leakln', an nothln we could do would stop the darn thing. We stuffed rags In It, an we plastered dough In it; 'twan't no use, only made It leak more an' more. A Serious Problem. "Jako cussed the thing, an' then set down In the corner an' sed he'd be blasted If he'd drink any more coffee. For two or three days after that I made the coffee in the fryln pan, but it was greasy an' had a bad flavor, so I sets an' studies all day bow I can fix that blamed coffee-pot. "At last I lit on a scheme an' even Jake roused up from his corner for a few minutes to watch mo. I went over an dug up a gold slug an' comes over an' Borders up the hole with gold. This tickles t me so that I begins to look fer more holes, an' as fast as I finds ono. In goes a geld plug. At last, even the smallest hole Is plugged up, an' then, as euro as I set here, I begun to make more holes, just for tho sake o flxln" 'em! First I made 'em here an' there, an anywhere: then I beirun to make 'em In even rows an' leave big knobs o' gold on the outside; then I got out an other slug o' gold and hammered It out flat an cut It up into strips, an' made bands an' rings, which I put 'round an' round the coffee-pot, between the rows o' knobs; then dekerated the lid with a gold knob an' stripes o' gold, an when It was done, tho hole thing was positively gorgeous! "All Winter long I kep nddln here an' dekeratln there, until, when Spring come. Td growed very proud o' my work, an" I remember I 6ed to Jake that there wnrn't a king ncr a Vanderbilt what had a coffee-pot as equelled ours. I believe It was this work that kept me from gettln' nutty, for before the first arum days come an' the snow begun to melt, Jake was pbim looney. "One day Jake says to me: 'Jim, you're a darn fool to put In all yer time on that old coffee-pot, fer It'll only be a little time before we'll have to melt it all over agin. "This was tho fust time I'd thought of that, and tho more I thought of it the madder I got. To think of meltln up a coffee-pot that not even a king could af ford! Then and there, I made up my tn'nd never to part with It! "Poor old Jake! He didn't live long after that: he come down with a fever, an' It wont straight to his head, an' In less than a week he was dead. I burled him In the snow, and as soon as the canyon com menced to open up a bit I got ready to clear out. Visitors. One evenln I was settln afore the fire, cookln my last supper In tho cabin an' a feelln' a good deal like I was a Jest gettln' ready to 'scape from prison an I didn't know whether I was glad or sorry when, all o suddent, I heard tho tramplln' of horses an" voices o' men comln up to the cabin. I peeked out and saw two men ride up In front of the door and dismount. They come up an' hammered on the door to get in. " 'Hullo!' I hollered, 'what do yer wantr " W have been deer huntln' an sort er- got lost.' says they, 'an we'd like to stay all night. " 'All right, sayo I, for I ieen 'twan't no use refusin"; come In, boys! an' I opens the door. Well, sir, it ud made a sick dog laugh ter seen how them fellers Jumped back when they got a first glimpse 'r me, fer you sco I'd been shut up In the .,; rjamfta&&r.Ta-jt --aSi cabin, you might say, all winter, an' ror hair an' whiskers was way down to my waist, an' purty much tangled, at that, fer there warnt no comb or brush within 40 miles o me. "Well, after a bit. they gets over their scare and comes In an' sets down by the fire, an' after rubUn' their hands afore the fire, they pulls off their boots an' set there, toastln' their shins; an' then they begins to sniff an' look about, an' one o 'em says: 'Old man. yer got any mora of thet coffee. It smells mighty good.' "Of course, I knowed that I couldn't do nothln' better than to keep on the good side of 'em, an' I gets the coffee-pot, rakes out the coals an' sets It on to get warm. First one took a look at It, an' then the other, on' then they both gets over It, picks It up an' feels o' it, for you see I had Jest polished it up an' put a few more touches on It, an' It was lookin jest beau tiful. "When they fust begun to notice it, Z felt kinder proud, but then I got scared an' felt like klckln' myself all round the cabin fer bringln it out. "I didn't 'pear to notice what they was doln', an, purty soon, one of 'em says ter me: "That's a scrumptious coffee-pot! Where did you git ltr Convenient Brother. " 'Oh.' says I. kinder laughing, 1 bor rowed that from my brotlier; he lives up the canyon about three miles, an' every thing about his cabin is fixed up that way. Ter see, he's been purty lucky an he's got more gold stuck around the cabin then he knows what to do with, so Jest TIMELY SUGGESTION. He rm going to church on Carter. Six You'd better tmJts oo TrltA you. He Why? She Tou say need to be Identified. fer 'musement he's even put a gold handle on his f rj lng pan.' "I seen that they swallowed the bait. fer they begins ro wink an nudge each other an to pull on their boots, an I was almighty glad of It, fer they was the hardest lookin customers I ever seen In all my life. 'By this time the coffee was hot, an' I sets 'em out what I had to eat. They throws down the grub in a big hurry, an' then one of 'em says to the other: 'Say, Bill, don't you think we'd better be go ing"? Taint dark yet. an' we will have plenty of time to catch up with them other fellers an camp with em.' An' I sees him kick Bill under the table. Bill thought they'd better go, seem' I was crowded fer room; so they gets up, puts on their hats an' begins buttonln' up their coats. But all the time I noticed that they kept their eye on the coffee pot, eo I gets between them an it an' accidentia lets my hand fall on the handle of my pistol, which was stlckln' in my belt, an' then I tells 'em I m awrul sorry ter have 'em rush off, an I adds that If they don't catch up with their friends fer em to be sure an stop at my brother's cabin, 'cause he was all alone an' would be glad o company. "If they'd a looked me straight in the eye they'd a knowed I was a lying, fer I was kinder nervous, but they was so crazy about the gold that they didn't look at nothln' an' they got on their horses an" rode away. Then, you see. I knowed I'd have to skip purty quick, fer they was sure to come back fer the coffee-pot. I was a laughln' ter myself at the way I fooled 'em. an a tying up a little bundle o" grub an things that I wanted to take with me, when, bang! an I feels spme thln' kinder cold slide around my head, an' then I don't know nothln more. "When I wakes up. I finds my head lay in' in a pool o' bloood, an' I'm so weak that I can't hardly get up to my feet. It was broad daylight, an" the sun was a shlnin' in the door; course It alnt no use to tell you that the coffee-pot was gone, an" so was the gold what was left over. Rescued Toy a Posse. T guess I'd a died there, fer I was too weak ter move about any. If it hadn't a ben fer the Sheriff an a posse o men who come along that day, lookin' fer these same two villains who'd been up to some sort of devilment In the settlement. They didn't find 'em an they takes me back with 'em. an one or the men takes me to his- house an sends ter the doctor yer can see here where no eewed it up." and the man brushed back tae long locks and leaned forward so that I could see the long red seam that nearly encircled his head. "Well," he resumed, "they takes mighty good care o' me, but it was a long time afore I got well. While I was a layln' there sick, their little girt used to come an' read ter me. One day she read me a story about a feller who had an uncom mon fine lamp stole from him. so he goes ter work an goes arouno irom one nouse to another, a glvln' away new lamps ter old ones, an' blmby he gets back his own lamD agin. That struck me as a puny good idee, so I don't say nothln" about it to any one. but as soon as l m wen enough. I tells 'em all good-bye an strikes out. The little girl cried when I left 'em. an' I suppose I did, too, fer they'd been blamed good ter me. . "I hadn't got down the road but a little ways, when the little girl comes a runnln' after me an a caryyln a kid goat in her arms, one that I'd a been teachln' all kinds o tricks while I was there, an' she says to me: 'Jim. you've got ter take Billy with you to remember me by.' an' she drops him down an" runs away, so you pee that there warn't no way out o' it. an' Billy an" roe's been travellln' around the world ever since. Billy's gettln old now, but he's stuck with me through think an thin. "I don't have no trouble gettln' odd JobJ o work here and there, so I always have a supply o" bright new coffee-pots on the Wheelbarrow, to trade off fer old ones, and. of course. I don't have no trouble makln' a trade. Me an' Billy's gettln' old an' can't travel so fast as we used to, but 1 feels it In my bones that we'll find that coffee-pot some day, fer it was too handsome for any one melt. up." I bought him another glass of beer and, wishing him good luck, walked away. HERBERT V. P ERRY. &&i4ii)t&teU&&&y'''-&'' ON THE EMIGRANT TRAIL DAGGERS XXO DIFF1CUIVTIES SETTEIG THE JOURXEY. Bin. Samuel naadsalcer, of Eui - Describes Her Cominjc to Far Oregon In 1834. Mrs. Samuel Handsaker, of Eugene, re cently related tier experiences, while "crossing the plains," 45 years ago, to the Guard, of that city. "My father, S. L. Cannon." she says, "with, four brothers and myself, then a girl of 16 years, start ed from Clinton. la., bound for Oregon. In April. 1S54. To each wagon was attached three yoke of oxen. "Before starting, we, Jlke other emi grants, had to lay In a sufficient supply of provisions and clothing to last the entire trip, which consumed from four to six months of the Spring and Sum mer. We crossed the Mississippi River at a point near where Omaha now stands, but we saw but ona house, an Indian agency, on that side of the river; neith er did we see any more houses until we arrived at The Dalles In September. "There were a number of other wag- ons in our train, for it was not safe to travel otherwise, on accoun, of the "bos tile Indians, who sometimes murdered, the pioneers in search of a new home in the most brutal manner. It was custo mary to elect a captain for each com pany, whose duty it was to f.nd the best camping-places, for grass, wood and wa ter, which were sometimes very difficult to find. Scnnt Water and Fnel. "In some instances it was necessary to travel during the night. In order to reach water, and since we traveled hundreds of miles without seeing a tree, it was no wonder that wood to cook our frugal meals was scarce. But a very fair sub stitute, known as 'buffalo chips,' was used. "We saw but few buffalo, but thou sands of their trails, where they had gone to the Platte River for water, were In evidence. Many skulls wero found by the wayside, where the Indians or emi grants of other years had killed them for the meat or their hides. Inscriptions were written on many of these silent me mentoes of a now almost extinct race of wild animals, the "American bison." Some of the drivers of the ox teams would lay their whips down long enough to scrawl, 'The Girl I Left Behind Me," "What Is Home Without a Mother?" or "Oregon or Bust," One poor fellow, in the fullness of his heart, wrote, "My guard comes on to night," No doubt that was the truth in regard to many, for, after leaving the Missouri River, it was always necessary to guard our stock at night, and at a dis tance from camp in the daylight also, for not only Indians but outlawed white men stole our stock whenever opportunity of fered. "Independence Roek. "The name of our captain was Robert Bourne, and we were in his company un til we reached Independence Rock, a well known landmark to all emigrants, located on the Sweetwater. This name was giv en, the rock by emigrants of an earlier period who, like ourselves, made their camp here on some 'glorious Fourth,' in days gono by, but we doubt if they found tho same curiosity on Its summit that we did. It was an emigrant wagon. whose owner was busily engaged in mak ing and disposing of to the weary emi grants dried apple pies a rare treat to many who had not known the satisfaction for a long time of a 'square meal.' No doubt this was the most elevated 'pie counter at that time from the Mississippi River to Portland, and just how the wagon reached the apex of the rock is known best by those who placed It there. "At this place we joined the WInfleld E. Ebey train, bound for the then Ore gon Territory. Mr. Ebey died soma years later. His brother. Colonel I. N. Ebey. was killed and his body terribly mutilated by the Indians on Whldby's Island. Hit wife was the first white woman on that Island. v Indian Deviltry. "Pen cannot portray nor the mind con ceive our feelings when, a few miles from old Fort Boise, we came suddenly upon the bodies of six men who had been killed the day previous. It was subsequently learned that, after butchering the men, the Indians drove the women and chll rden to a secluded place, where they killed first the children, in the presence of their mothers; then slaughtered the women, burned the wagons and drove off the stock. "Fourteen persons were killed. Three men, members of a, train which had reached the fort previous to the -massacre, retraced their steps for a few miles In search of cattle they had lost, and. just before reaching the dark and bloody ground, were fired upon from ambush and one of them killed. "Two boys named Ward were shot with arrows, but escaped, one of them wandering around for several days, with the arrowstlll in his body, but final ly reaching Fort Boise, where he was cared for by the soldiers." Automobile Clnb Ran. Club runs are likely to prove as popular a feature of 'the sport of automobt!e-rld-Ing as they have been in cycling. The Automobile Club of America, whose habi tat Is New York, and clunroom Is at the .n'$jT$'-'' w.-arS , Waldorf-Astoria, Is bow winking prepara tions for a monster run to Philadelphia and. return, the middle of April. It Is pro posed to leave on Saturday, with some such country hostlery as Rose Inn as headquarters, for the Sunday runs around the beautiful suburbs of the Quaker City.' By Tray of preparation and a trial trip, the runs committee Is arranging for a preliminary club run to Tarrytown. on the Hudson, returning by way of Port Ches ter, a total distance of 75 miles. in PRD1TED mf PRISON. Star of Hoe, SlxteB-Pas-o Paper, by Slav Staff Coaricts. Thirty-seven convicts are employed in the printing trade at Sing Sing and It is the most Interesting work in the "state prison, says the New Tork Sun. A few years ago. before Ferdinand Ward was liberated from Sing Sing, the Commission ers of Prisons established a printing of fice there on a. small scale, where most of the small work required by the institution was turned out. The little press was op erated day after day by the Napoleon of Finance. Some of 'the samples of his work are still to be found, laid away In the stock room of the printing and station ery department. The little press Is no longer in use. It stands In a corner of the printing office and in its place are a Walter Scott cylinder, two Universal and a big Gordon press, operated by electricity. Besides these machines are a paper cut ter, a perforator and stapling machines and plenty of type. This plant was put in by ex-Warden Sage and 'the Prison Commissioners upon 'the recommendation of Ferdinand Ward, and it has proved a valuable Investment, Printing is also done on a small scale In the Clinton Prison at Dannemora, and also at Auburn, and at the Albany Peni tentiary. At Sing Sing, howevei?'the plant exceeds in capacity that of all other state institutions. The work Includes, besides the regular line of blank forms in use in the various departments of the penal Institu tions, the printing of the annual reports of the Prison Commissioners, the reports of the Superintendents of Prisons, and also the report of thet Craig Colony for Epileptics. In addition to the general work of the printing shops a semi-monthly paper Is published. It is the Star of Hope, a 16 page paper, three wide columns to the page. It was started on April 22, ISS9, at the suggestion of H. Appleton, a Pough kcepsle printer, who is serving a five-year sentence for embezzlement, and H. K. White, of Brooklyn, a former newspaper writer, who is serving' a ten-year term for forgery. It is filled with con tributions by the convicts. Fourteen men are actively engaged in issuing the paper. The publication Is under the management of Appleton and the others directly con nected with it are: H. K. White, ten years, of Brooklyn, edltor-ln chief; Ro land Smith, ten years, of Brooklyn, assist ant editor; William Pattri, four years, of New York, and Charles Gillian, threo years, of New York, proofreaders. W. MoMahon. a one-year man from New York, is pressman. The paper contains many Illustrations. These have been made by William Koer ner, who is serving a life sentence for the murder of his sweetheart, Rosa Redgate, on Sixth avenue, in 1835. Koerner has been transferred to Auburn, but he still contributes to the paper. At present the Illustrations, or a great part of them, are the work of Duncan Young, who is serv ing a life sentence for the murder of George Everhard on a fire escape In Sixth street a year ago. Young before his com mitment was an engraver on jewelry, but of late has been ctudying the art of wood engraving for printing purposes, with good success. In the last issue, which was a holiday number, the first page was devot ed to pictures of Washington and Lincoln, under the caption of "Our Country's Heroes." This cut was made by Young from an old piece of copper plate with tools of his own make In the prison, and was wall executed, despite the crude methods. The compositors make up the balance of the 14 employed on the peper. These are all 10-year men, with the excep tion of Frank Kelly, who filled his father-in-law. Reed, between New Canaan and Lewlsboro, N. Y., two years ago. He is serving a 17-cear -sentence. HISTORIC SILVER SPADE. Made First Excavation of Xerr York TJnde'rsrround Rallvfay. The silver spade, an illustration ot which is embodied in this article, was used by Mayor Robert A. Van Wyck. of New York, on Saturday, March 24. and in the presence of an Immense concourse of peo ple, in making the first excavations for the proposed" underground rapid-transit system of tho country's metropolis, in con nection with the Inaugural ceremonies at tending the event. Aside from its historic The Stiver Spade. importance, the spade is of Intrinsic Inter est, as, in addition to the sterling stiver employed in itsconstructlon.lt contains in teresting historical material, associated with the early history of the country. Starting up from the blade of the spade, the handle is composed of wood taken from one of the historic gum trees planted in 180J by Alexander -Hamilton, at Wash. Ington Heights, now One Hundred and Fortieth street. New "York, to symbolize the 13 original states. The grip part of the handle is composed of a piece ot old oak taken from the famous flagship Law rence, of Commodore Perry's victorious fleet on Lake .Erie, In tho bottle of Sep- J tember 10, VOL -.-fa- "&), q I rj O'ROONEY, THE WEBFOOT EXTERS ETTO POLITICS AXD JUKES A SPEECH TO IBB "BTfa." Telia of His Election as Mayor "Dooblln," and Deslrev, for Him to Become England's Kins;. of My friend Bob came down from Salem the other day to transact a little busi ness, and 1 chancing to meet him on Mor rison street, we dropped into Tho Port land, ' "Say, Tom," he remarked, after we wero comfortably seated in too cafe, "wasn't that your article on The Webfoot in Sunday's Oregonlan?" "Why do you, think that?" I queried. "Because," he said. 'TU wager the cigars no one else could write such a whopper." Til take the wager." I replied. "If you wftl make the word tell Instead of write." "Doner he answered. So. after he had agreed to meet mo in the evening and had given me a tip on the latest political developments In Sa lem, we separated. By 8 o'clock Bob was on bani" n-rn" T took him down town, intending to intro duce him to O'Rooney; but, as we went BUILDING BREASTWORKS AT MODDER RIVER. VLs V--r itfC -T t r From sketch made on the spot during Lord Robert-)' pur-rult of Cron'e. The troops (High landers) were under fire, and wens compelled to throw np shelter as quickly as possible. Rocks from the bad of toe river were carried up to make lctrenchmenU. into the saloon, Mike was busy treating the crowd. "Walt until he comes around this way," said I, "and I'll have the pleasure of a good emoke at your expense." "I'm not so sure of that," returned Bob. Just then O'Rooney stepped up on an empty beer keg that stood beside him and, facing the men, began: O'Rooney Addresses the "B'ys. "It's not Molke O'Rooney thot would be afther tirtln' ye b'ys which mon to vote for in this coomln' ellction. If It wasn't for the ontinse loove ol hov In mo brlst for me coonthry. As ye will know, it's not for the loove av the sordid ellction dollar thot Molke is wurrkm'. "Oi nlvir got onythlng for me throoble In thryin to riscue thls'bllsaid coonthry from the honds av the grofters. more thon the wearin' av a few bross bootins. ond wan av the worrst bates Plnnoyer could folnd for me. "It's mesllf thot knows it's wan av the folnest fallln's a mon can posslss thot fallln' av workin ontolrely for the sake av the flag. Ond whin oh see it's llllgant coolers sthramln over the hlds av the frae, ol fail Joost lolke drhlnkln' to yer With, b'ys, ond hondln' ye a ticket for me mon. "Ond it's O'Rooney's worrd thot ye'll hov frinds. whin ol til! ye If thot same bllssld mon is ellcted, lvery mither's soon av ye will be afther hovln pllnty av worrk at folve dollars a day for ounly six hours. Ond lverythlng ye hav to buy won't cost ye a clnt, and whatlver ye hov to sill will bring ye more mony thon ye hav had since our frinds were afther runnln' things before. Mony. will bo flowln' fraly, ond ye con hov It for the osklnr But If the Innemy bates him. It's niver a day av work ye'll bo glttln' ond thot at ounly a dollar for 12 hours. Shure ye'll hov pllnty av lolme to "be kickin' ylrsllf for llttln' me mon git bate! It "Was nil Gentlenens. ' "It's not me brave Molke that is wantln" ony Jawbs. It's ounly the glntleness in me brlst, rachmg afther sooferin' humon lty thot makes me splnd me money so glnerously for this coomln ellction. "But sbpakln' on the soobject av elic tlons, it's O'Rooney thot con till ye thot ye niver; saw the lolke av wan oi was an oye-witness to in Dooblln wan tolme. 'The paple all over Olrland were afther wantin' to make me the Mayor av Doob lln, but ol slz, 'Frinds ond glntlemln,' sis oi. It's not yer hoomble sarvent thot would be afther the slttln' av hlmsllf oop so hlrrh. But since they were detar- mined. It was not the lolke av me to be doln" things on the smalL, so ol wint to worrk in arnist and ol holred twlnty thousand mln to sbpake for me In Doob lln, ond "ol gave ache wan av thlm tin thousand dollars to thrate the b'ys with. ond ol splnt twllve thousand dollars a thratln av thim mesilf wan day. "Afther the dhrlnks. they wanted to make me their King: but ol .six. 'Glntle mln, plalse oxcuse Molke. for ol'H not b afther doln' mesllf so much harrm.- Ol'U sarve ye as Mayor, but ol draw tho lolne at King.' "Wnles Advice. "Ond thin, bliss yer hatrt. if they didn't git oop a petition to the Quane av Eng lond. a tillln' her they would rabll If ol wasn't sit oop for their ruler. Ond so the Prince av Wales coom over to see me. ond he slz. 'Molke.' slz he. ye must be afther llttln thlm put the crown on yer riyal hid. or It's a rabillton we'll be hovln. "But ol told him O'Rooney was njt the mon' to go bock on his worrd. on as ol had alrldy agrald to sarve thlm In wan office, ol didn't fall lolke burdenln mesllf with the crown. "Ol niver did onythlng In me lolf. b'ys. thot was so afther Jarkln' the strings av roe Baft harrt as to till him tnot. f op may the saints belave me! afther me rafusin' the crown, the paple all over the coonthry hung crrape on their doors ond rafuscd to ate. "They till me the Quane dldfi't shlapc for a month for the croyin. because dalr ould Olrland couldn't hov a King, ond the flags are all floyin' at hair-mast to this day for the grafe av it!" "Und vot for you vas take us. ven you vas glf us dot drash. O'Rooney?" sung out one of the speaker's hitherto silent listeners. "Will. Shnolder a malnln no harrm to yer vote, mon ol take ye for a Dootch mon thot hos Intherroopted the Mayor av Dooblln." Trouble Threatened. For a moment, there was a babel of voices that threatened to cut Mike's story short, and I don't know whether It was 1 O'Rooney's magnetlo eye,, or tho f oam- lng beer they scented, that" finally quieted them, as Mike, with due dignity, pro ceeded: "But ye should hov sane thot ellction! The crowd was so great thryin' to cast their votes for me as Mayor, thot slven hundred.ond twtnty thousand paple were all afther falntln away at wanst. "Howly St. Pathrlck! It waa a great proclsslon whin ot took me sate! It was thirty moile long ond oi rode with the Quane ond Lord Mayor av London. Ond we hod loads of shompagne betwane. the three av ooa. "Sure, ot would niver hov lift Dooblln, if oi hodn't wanted to meet Misther Pln noyer. "But oi till ye. b'ys, there Is no wan In this coomln' ellction lolke me mon. ond ye con all hav pllnty av shqmpagne from these kigs, if ye,'ll ounly hllp me defate the thrtcks ond thrichery av the inemy." By this time, Mike's throat grew husky for the want of a drink, and as he gen erously threw down more money on the bar. the crowd closed in on him. and Bob said. In tragic undertone, "Help me out, Tom, and 111 pay for the cigars." TOM. LEADS TO MURDER. "Passatella," Cartons Dtinldn-r Game of Low-Class Italians. Italians in Rome have a little game, which is called tho "Passatella." It Is played mostly nowadays' In low drink shops, and as it leads frequently to mur der, the police are anxious to stop It Round a table some men are smoking. At the head sits a man with a flask of wins and -a. glass before him. He Is the president of the party. All the company, including the president, have paid for that flask of wine, but not one of them can drink a drop of It unless the president gives permission. He, however, may drink as often as he likes. When he poises the glass to another that other may drink until the president cries "Stop!" and the glass Is passed on to the next. Sometimes the "Stop!" comes before a single drop is drunk. This Is the fun for the others who are allowed to drink. A good-natured president rarely repeats this joke, but It sometimes happens that he has a grudge against one of the men, and then tho unfortunate victim sits the whole everting smoking and frowning, while he sees all the others drink but him self. This Is making an "Olmo" of him! And woe to a president who would make an "Olmo" of the same man twice, for he would soon have a knife run across bis throat. . It Is the frequency of such a tragic end that causes the police to try to prevent the game when possible. Recent ly a man was killed by an Infuriated "Olmo." One of tho Popes, hearing of the murders committed at this game, wanted to know what this Passatella was like, and asked his Cardinals to play it with. him. They did so. The president and vice-president were cardinals and the Pope was made the "Olmo.'' When the game was over the Pope struck his fist on the table, saying, "Per.DIo! I know now why they kill each other at this game!" He never played it again. The Passatella Is essentially a Roman game, and Is unknown to other parts of Italy. Like all other popular Roman cus toms the Passatella Is ot pagan origin. It Is a remnant of a custom observed In the banquets of ancient Rome, when a "rex vinl" was elected to direct the number of times and quantity each guest was ta drink. LOOK OUT FOR HIM 1 Mr. Cannibal Bug-, From Mexico, on Ills Way Xorthvrnrd. People are on the lookout for the Insect with a desire for human blood and with long legs, well fitted for running the Con orhlnus Sangulssugus. or blood-sucking cone nose, otherwise known as the big bedbug which is due soon to arrive, ac cording to Dr. L. O. Howard, chief of the division of entomology in the Depart ment of Agriculture in Washington. This cannibal bug. as he Is known to en- tomologlsts. is swarming northward from his Mexican home. The bug. says the New York Herald, flies into houses by night and sucks the blood of human beings. It is a member of a family bearing the formidable name of Reduvlldae, or assassin bugs, and is first cousin to the two-spotted corsair. Its beak Is three-jointed, and when not in use the tip rests in a groove between Its forelegs. A puncture from the beak Is very painful and causes inflammation. Dr. E. S. Hull, of Alton. 111., was once bitten In three places In the army by one ot these creatures. His arm became so in flamed that for three days ho almost lost the use of It, in She, Too. "Your refusal. Miss Quickstep." the young man said, "wounds me deeply, but you cannot deprive me of the recollec tion of the many happy hours I have passed in your company." "I shall remember them with sincere pleasure, too. Mr. Spoonamore, believe me," she replied. "No young man of my acquaintance has ever brought me as der Uclous chocolate creams as you have," Chicago Tribune. Conorblnns SangrDlsansra. i - IN SHAKESPEARE'S TIME DRAMATIC PERFORMAX CE3 DCREf Q ELIZABETH'S REIGX. Co Attempt Made at Scenle Effect 1st the Production of Plays Apol ogies for Theaters, In the early part of Queen Elizabeth's reign dramatic performances were given In tents, sheds and tho courts of Inns, by strolling companies of players, such as aro now termed "barnstormers." The first theater proper in London was built by James Burbage. in 13TB; it was called "The Theater." Burbage "demolished the building in 1S5S. and used the material to construct "The Globe." with which Shakespeare was so intimately associated, as playwright and actor, for a long term of years. The plan of 'those early theaters seems to have originated In the accident of courts of Inns having been used for drama tl a purposes. In the inns, the stage was erected in the center of the court. In the surrounding galleries were seated the better class of spectators, while others strolled in and out of the court, as they were interested or otherwise, thus forming an ever-shifting audience of laborers, me chanics, soldiers, washerwomen, etc.. that would surely "rattle" any modern com pany. In the construction of the "Swan" and tho "Globe." the stage was surrounded by seats, save on one side, where was located the "tyrlng-room" tho "green room" of today. Xo Scenic Effects. In tho giving of plays there was very little attempted at scenic effect. Instead of our almost perfect representations ot Interior, or landscape effects, belonging to any country or era, tho stage was nearly bare of mechanical accessories. Rushes .served for carpets; tapestry-covered screens were points of entrance and exit. A placard, marked "Rome." "Illy rla." etc., as might be called for, adver tised the locality of tho play. A canopied chair meant a throneroom; a bedstead stood for a chamber. A flagon and tank ard on a table, and the audience saw a tavern. A fixed wall, at the back ot tho stage, was all things, from Juliet's bal cony, or Macbeth's castle, to a besieged town. When one recalls these things In connec tion with the high dramatic art of that period, it would almost seem that our elaborate scenery Is not needed to enhance the pleasure of the play, but rather that It detracts attention from good acting. However, remembering the utterly differ ent environments of a Kith century and a 19th century audience, the reason for the atrical changes is. In part, apparent. In those times, everyday life went on In the rold3t of a gorgeous pageantry, cltll, military and religious. The commonest citizen was a part and parcel of the pre vailing splendor, as he knelt in the ca thedral or went brightly "tyred" to the wars. All the world "was really a stage," where each man, from peer to vassal, went as splendidly drersed as might be. for his part In the ever-changing panorama of affairs. Outshone by Surroundings Thus costumed players could not be Im pressive, while on the stage Itself sat the plumed. laced and ruffled gallants of tho time, clothed from head to foot in the costliest and showiest garb that has ever been worn. There they sat, at their leisure and pleasure, and loudly criticised the play or bandied Jests with the pit, their blaze of luxurious color and fabric rendering It Idle for the actors to attempt any show In that line. Shakespeare played on such a stage many times, and. being but a poor actor, heard, no doubt, many a frank ly adverse criticism with what grace he might. As to the character of the plays, his own works are examples of the best and most popular. It was said by a contemporary critic that while Jonson's plays were much admired for their plot, and the learning displayed, yet they drew but small audi ences, while Shakespeare filled the theater to overflowing. This was. no doubt, due to his fine and true delineation of human nature, as he, a keen observer, found lt- A strange anomaly of that day was. that while the actor's calling was con sidered so low, almost disreputable, yet the playwright was highly honored, and patronized by royalty and nobility. In spite of the fact that, as In Shakespeare's case, he often took a part In his own plays. And It was queer public taste that awarded more honor to Jingo Jones, who superintended the painting and carpenter ing of the "masques." a sort of theatrical pageantry, than to Jonson. the author of them. At the time of which this article treats boys and young men took female part". This may have led. In n measure, to tho grossness of the plays presented, certain It Is. that after women began to act, plays were much more refined. Even then, ladles attending the theater, perhaps Eliz abeth herself, were often compelled to mask their blushes. And no wonder. when passages were rendered, too vile, by far, for a low variety show of today. Manners of the Time. Of tho manners of the time, one can Judge when informed that Shakespeare wrote "Merry Wives of Windsor" and "Henry IV," Introducing Falstaff. for the eolflcatlon of the maiden queen. But, after all, it is said that she was not too maidenly to swear like a trooper and to conduct herself like a "BilllnRSKate ash woman, when slightly displeased. Plays, during the reign of Elizabeth, be came so full of political and rellcious In vective that she finally allowed but threo companies to give performances "Tho Lord Admirals." "The Lord Chamber lains" and the "Children of the Chapel." All actors, under her ruling, had to be licensed or have their ears cropped and noses silt. This ended effectually the business of strolling players for the nonce. Tho three licensed companies played most ly in the afternoon. This was bad for busy people, as, of course, only the ldla populace and the leisure class could at tend. In those days, an evenlrg rirform ance must have appeared rather dreary, with such primitive means ot illumina tion. Truly, we have fallen on better times, when a man may tuck hi wife or sweetheart under his arm and forget the cares of the day, at the performance of a beautifully lighted, and well-presented play, that seldom brings a blush to too most Innocent cheek. MART a BELL. Was Taltlnc Xo Clmncen. State Senator Frank W. Maynard. of New Hampshire, has just returned to his home, in Nashua, says the Boston Globe, from Louisville. Ky.. where he attended the annual convention of the Merchint Tailors' National Exchange. He arrlvca in Kentucky just after the shooting of Mr. Goebcl, and witnessed the excitement which followed. During his stay in Louisville, he was introduced to Coionel Jack Chlnn, and ho tells an amusing story of their meeting. "We were introduced," said Senator Maynard. "by a mutual friend, and I no ticed that Colonel Chlnn extended his left hand to me. At the time I thought it a bit queer, but after I saw him do tha same thing with several other men, I came to the conclusion that he was left-handed. Perhaps my face Indicated my surprise at his manner of shaking hands, for h turned to me a few minutes later and re marked: " You have noticed perhaps that I shake hands with my left hand? Well, we havo grown accustomed to that during the past few days. You see. we like to keep our right hands) dose to onr pistol pockets Just A.nor.'