A SUNLESS WORLD. If U triad soil were dead, a night Amid the awful night of space, -A. Cold. annihllatinic blight - .. : . .... - -.- Dpon oar fair world's face . . Tfce wonders of the wwwins. heat . And soothing rain, the tcentle flowers, -Recurrent nmmen, and the beat Of passion hearted bourn - "Would be as things not known to earth. While neither man, nor beast nor bird, ' Would waken any bin of birth. Hot any song or word: Where souls have vainly throbbed and fought. Where some have conquered, there would be No dim awakening of the thought That scorns mortality . No young spring fluttering in the breast Of the undying dream of life laove, which is more than other best. Sweet in its very strife: Bat our wan, stricken star would fly In darkness like a death's device. Robed in the winter of the sky And winding sheets of ice. . George Edgar Montgomery. TIM SULLIVAN'S GHOST. "Whoso ghowt is that?" This was said by Peter Donnelly, who was sitting up in his bed. having been jost awakened by the noise of clanking chains in his bedroom.- The window curtain was' up, and the light from a quarter moon shed a soft but clear light pon all the objects in the room. The ghost was walking up and down the apartment, wrapped in a clean, white, sfaeety looking costume and dragging a , long chain, which was fastened to its waist, and which made a weird noise at very movement of the ghost. The ghost stopped on hearing Donnel ly's question, and, turning its head to ward the bed, gazed with mournful eyes apou Peter, and, after one long look, it took up its walk again. The face which Donnelly saw was enough to satisfy him that the ghost was no other than that of his old friend Tim Sullivan. So, reas sured. Peter sang out. "Is that yon. Timr The ghost, without stopping in its walk or turning its head, nodded assent: "What's up?" said Peter. And then the ghost broke its silence and answered, "I'm up, and that'H what's the matter." "Didn't they wake yon properly, Tim? 1 was there, and 1 thought we did it in Style. There were a fine lot of broken beadk at the wake, and my own was one of them." 'Yis, yis," said the ghost, "the wake -Was all right, and I thank the boys for !the way they behaved; though I'll say it ow, that I didn't like the way of that Dan Flaherty making love to my widdy, right before my eyes, a9 it were. If I had been able, I Would have raised me in me coffin and welted the head of him - ever moind, I've me eye on him. Tis true, tis a dead eye, but he'll hear from me yet." ;Then what worries you, "Tim. that you're strolling about when it's time for all honest 'dead men to be quiet? Are you not out of purgatory yet. after aL the money your sorrowing widdy has paid tamer Aluione for candles and masses'" "Yis, yis; Unit's all right. I got me pass two weeks ago. -Then, in the name of the divil, what you want, Tim Sullivan, trapesing around in those nightclothes? And if it's anything I can do for the repose of your soul just say the word, Tim. and for ould friendship's -sake 111 do it as sure as me name's Pete Donnelly." 4Tut. tut, Peter . Donnelly; don't use . the name of the divil so familiar like . you don't know him. He is a much big ger man than 1 thought him till 1 saw aim down below. Do you know. Peter, that he's a bigger man than the mayor or even the chief of polace?" And have you seen the divil. Tim?" Av course 1 have." And what did he say to you?" "Well, you see. it was after I had me 'pass, when 1 was on me way here, when ae- was comirtg along with a whole crowd of his folks, and they stopped me, and widont a word they took me by the . arm and escorted me right to the divil himself, Rnd the divil he says to me, very politely like, "What is your name, tax? And I answered him at onct, 'Tim Sullivan, your honor." Then says he, "Where are you going?" Then says I, '! was thinking of going back to me old home for a bit." Then says he, 'Have you your pass wid you?" I says, 'Yis, your honor," and 1 up and BhowsMtto him. He took one squint at it, but he would not touch it, and I seen him shake a bit when his eye caught the sign of the cross, and then he says to me, 'All right. Mr. Sullivan.' and taking his hat off he made me a most polite bow. jest as if 1 was the finest gintleman in the land, and I was left alone in the twink ling of an eye. Oh, the divil is a born gintleman, Peter, and any man who says anything agin him is no friend of mine and . 1 tell you that for your own . good, Peter Donnelly." , "Well. well. Tim Sullivan, have it your own way. Divil a word will I say against the divil, seeing as he is a friend . of me old friend Tim Sullivan: but what can 1 do for ye, Tim?" . "I hardly know if 1 can trust the sa cret wid ye, Peter, but Tve been casting -mnaeye me 'dead eye? you '.mow, all around me, and I can think. of no friend t mine but you, Peter, who has the courage to take the job in hand that I've come for. lean do; the most of it. but 1 need a live man to help." " Will a man risk in the job, Tim, or is it only the putting some - blaguard out of - the way who's disturbing your '. pace of mind? If it is the last, Tim. you can count 'on me, but no dalings with your gintlemanly f rind the divil. if you plaze, Tim Sullivan. I'm not that kind of a man." "All right, Peter," said the ghost, "and by your leave, Fll take a chair. And now. you remimber Pat 0Rourke'i , wake, do you not? where Brannagin claned out the medicine bottles after the whisky was gone." . ;s "Yis," said Peter) 'l remember it right well, for tne cousin Judy Flanigan fcroke her leg in Calling over the corpse." . "Weiy ai4 the ghost, "I, that night, j promised the widdy the prisint cf a fine , iavt sow, vita a nope or aiiavianng tne sorrow of Mrs. O Rourke a bit. Now. I clane forgot that promise, and the conse qnence was that I got me pass, and was laving Purgatory .on the run, when who should. I run acrost. but. Pat O'Rourke. Hello,' says he, 'are you ofiT 'Yis,' says I, 'and I'm in a divil of a hurry." 'Tim," says he, 'did you send the fat sow that you promised me widdy on the night of the wake?" 'No,' says 1, 'I chine forgot it when I got sober.'" 'Did you git abso lution?" says' he. 'No,' says I; 'when Father Mai one was giving me absolution I was so busy trying to remember the things I had done that I clane forgot all those I had intended to do.' With that Pat called out, 'Stop himf and they stopped me in a jiffy. I showed me pass, but Pat told his story, which I couldn't deny, and thin they clapped this chain on me, to carry, as they . said,- till t re damed me promise or got absolution. Now, I have me pass, but do you think what a foine sight I should make -in heaven, fxightenin' the young angels, wid me chain hangin' and bangin' about, and hearin' the young ones say in, at ivery turn, 'There goes Tim Sullivan wid a broken promise hangin' to him.' And now, Peter, this is what I want wid ye: I've selected the pig, but I want you to drive him to Widdy O'Rourke's door, for 111 let ye know, Peter, that there's ne'er a ghost in heaven or 'arth that can drive a pig whin he has the divil in him, which same he usually has." "All right," said Peter; "I'm wid ye." Then the ghost said to Peter, "Can you fly?" "Not much," said Peter. With that the ghost tore off a bit of the sheet he was wearing as a kind of Roman toga, and handing it to Peter said, "Wrap this around your arm, me boy, and ye'll fly wid the aise of a wild duck." Wrapping the piece of cloth around his arm Peter rose from his bed, and Bay ing, 'Tm wid ye now, Tim," out of the window they nailed together. Before- very long Peter found himself near a large building, from which he could hear the sounds of., cattle, and soon he discerned in the obscurity the forms of animals in a neighboring in closure. "Here we are. and here are the pigs." said the ghost. ' The ghost and his companion came to the ground close to a -big, fat sow that was contentedly sleeping, when Peter remarked: ""Tis no aisy job to run in this pig. How many miles is it to the Widdy O'Ronrke's?" "Only four miles," said the ghost; "but I have a plan to make short work of it. Have ye a praty in your pocket. Peter?" "I have." said Peter. "Than breathe on it and hold it to her nose and she'll follow ye like, a dog," the which Peter did, and after an hour of good work they arrived and. knocked at the Widow O'Rourke's door. " Who's knoclrin" there?", said sleepy voice. "It's I. Pete Donnelly, and a f rind. with a prisint of a pig fer ye, Mrs O'Rourke." "This is no time of night comin' to, an honest widdy's house: but I know ye for a pnre man. Pete Donnelly, and I'll opp the door, if yell bide a minute, till I throw on a bit of me clothes." A few minutes later -the 'door was opened by Mrs. O'Rourke, who, light in hand, asked Peter and his friend in, but when she noticed the white garment and ghastly face of the ghost 'she threw up her hands, dropping the light and shrieked. What divil of a ghost is this wid ye. Pete Donnelly?", to which Peter replied in soothing tones-. "Sure, be calm, Mrs. O'Rourke, it's only Tim Sullivan's ghost. Ye must re mimber Tim 'tis but a short time we waked him, and do you not call to moind that before he quit ye that avenin' he promised yon a big, fat sow" "He did that." said. Mrs. O'Rourke; "and 1 was surprised that he should think of lavin" this world and forgettin' a poor widdy more, by this token, that Widdy Sullivan has had the loan of m saucepan now foive times for to fry sau sages, wheniver her company has stayed to tay" Then said the ghost, "Mrs. O'Rourke. I'm plazed to foind ye in this moind, for Tve come ull the way from purgatory to redame me promise, and here's the sow. and good luck to ye, Mrs, O'Rourke." At this moment the sow walked in the open door. "Where did ye get the sow, jghost of Tim Sullivan?" said Mrs. O'Rourke. "I cannot tell ye that, Mrs. O'Rourke." "Then I'll not take the pig, and now I look at her, there's a squint in her eve. and I'll have none of it, and I don't loike .the look? of ye. either, ghost of Tim Sul livan. Til lave the pig wid ye, ' Mrs. O'Rourke, and Tin quit of me promise. So now, farewell, ana I'll be off." "Not so, begorrah. Take your divil of a pig and yourself wid her. m see you in purgatory before I take your evil eyed pig in me house." "Are you a woman of your word, Mrs. O'Rourke?" "I am that, Mr. Ghost." "Then come along wid. me, Mrs. O'Rourke," and, taking her by the waist, the ghost of Tim Sullivan flow out of the window, bearing the shrieking form of Mrs. O'Rourke with him. Sleg in Argonaut. , The First Electric Victim. The first death in the world, so far as we know, from artificially conducted electricity was that of Professor Rich man, of 'St. Petersburg. He devised what was practically the first lightning rod and was killed by.it. He ran an iron to the top of his house in present lightning rod manner and waited for a thunderstorm. It came. There was a terrific flash of lightning. The pro fessor's appliance worked well, and he was found dead by the side of it. Bos ton Transcript. Ho Kmw Bow to PaaetasU. Quizzee Why do you call that quack M. D. Dr. Period? Sharplehzh Because he has 'mada an : many Uvea come to a full stop. Judge. HEXAGONAL POWDER. WHY AND': HOW .' CANNON POWDER IS- RAMMED BEFORE IT IS OSED. - It la Compressed by Hydraulic Machines Into Convenient Little Priama-Some-thinc About the Praw That loea tho Work A Complicated Process. - A large number of persons who vis ited the scene of the disastrous powder explosion of the Da Pont Powder mills earned away, with-- them,- as mementos of the explosion, little six-sided pieces of a black material which they generally supposed to be iron or some soft metal. These mementos - were-six sided, about li inches long, one inch in diameter, and were pierced by a small round hole. They appeared to be blank six sided nuts, ready to le tapped or threaded to make them available on ' the bolts of; the mill machinery. They appeared to be inno cent little things, easy to pilfer and con venient to carry, and. served nicely as mementos of the great explosion; In reality these innocent looking me mentos are lumps of concentrated ex plosive energy. They are prisms or lumps of prismatic powder. The name is doubtless owing to the peculiar shape given to each piece or block, which is that of a short hexagonal prism. ' This form is the result of intense pressure to which the powder is exposed in its pas sage through a powerful hydraulic press. It was chosen for the same reason that the honey bee chooses to make the cells in its comb hexagon economy of space. In building cartridges for big guns out of this powder the pieces fit snugly to gether. - The compression has put every possi ble ounce of force into the prism, the small .size of the prisms enable the gun ners accurately to measure the force of each charge, and the hexagons pack to gether without loss of space in the load chamber of the gun. In the manufacture of this powder science has learned to ram the charge of powder before putting it into the gnu barrel., i THE MACHINE. The concentration of power by' means of the hydraulic press is so great that solid prisms of this powder loaded into a gun would probably burst it, and if not would be wasted by ejectment from the gun before it was all burned. The round hole in the pri mis of powder, which makes them a complete duplicate of a blank six sided iron nut. is to secure ex pansion equally in all directions, and to in sure the combustion of all the explosive; The machines by which these prisms of concentrated power are manufactured are models of Compact, strong and accu rate working machinery. One of them stands about eighteen feet high, and wilj weigh about 50V(XK pounds. It occupies a floor space 4 feet 4 inches by 3 feet 4 inches, is capable of exerting a pressure of 135.000 pounds on a surface of about fifty-four square inches in area, and will make fifty-four prisms of .powder' at every stroke of its pistons. The most apparent feature of this press is its weight and strength, and its surpris ing characteristic is ease of movement and control. It is composed of two water cylinders and two rams, connected by four polished iron rods about four and a half inches in diameter, standing on a rectangular foundation. - The cylinders and rams are at opposite ends of these rods. The- rams work toward each other centrally with the rods. Between the rams are four cast iron plates six inches thick, 3 feet 2 inches by 4 feet- 6 in- area,' three of which move with the ram and one is stationary. This stationary plate is perforated with fifty four round holes, about two inches in diameter, that have been partially filled with brass bushings. Through these bushings are the six Bided holes in which the powder is compressed. ' THE PROCESS. Working directly over this plate is a similar one attached to the ram of the upper cylinder, and guided by the four polished iron rods which fit into a half round recess at each of its corners. It is" armed with six sided -brass plungers, which in its descent pass into the six sided holes in the stationary plate. Be low the stationary plate is another plunger plate similar to the tipper one, and below this is the needle plate. The needle plate is armed on its upper sur face with fifty-four long steel needles, . which extend up through the lower plunger plate and into the hexagon holes in the stationary plate. These needles make the round holes in the prisms of powder. The power of these presses is generated in the cylinders simply by- pumping water into them and behind the rams. The cylinders are 11, 12 and 13 inches in diameter. The upper one has two com partments the ram filling the lower 6ne, and above it is a cylinder with a lifting piston' by which the ram is raised after its downward stroke in compressing the powder.' The lower ram is raised by pumping water under it, and is lowered by letting the water out, which will be accomplished automatically. In operation the parts of this press are so adjusted that the plungers of the up per and lower plunger plates and the needles approach each other through the movement of the rams. The holes in the stationary plate are stopped on the lower side by the rends of the plungers, and the needles entering through the plungers extend up through the station ary plate. The hexagon holes are then filled with wet powder and the rams brought together, exerting a pressure of 2,000 pounds on the powder ' in each of the holes, compressing into a solid hex agonal prism li inches long, one inch in diameter, with a hole of about f inch in diameter through it longitudinally. 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