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.
Wilmington News.
If you wish to hear a fly walk, jon can
do it without the aid of the nugaphone.
Having made friends with the fly, spread
a silk handkerchief over your ear and
Induce the insect to crawl across the
handkerchief. As he approaches your
ear you will distinctly hear a harsh, rasp
ing sound, made by the contact of the
insect's feet with the' filaments of silk.
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THE DALLES.
The Grate City of the Inland Empire is situated at
the head of navigation on the Middle Columbia, and
is a thriving, prosperous city. .
ITS TERRITORY.
It is the supply city for an extensive and rich agri
cultural an '.grazing country, its trade reaching as
far south as Summer Lake, a . distance of over twe
hundred miles. - .
THE LARGEST WOOL MARKET.
The rich grazing country along the eastern slope
of the the Cascades furnishes pasture for thousands
of sheep, the "wool from "which finds market here.
The Dalles is the largest original -wool shipping
point in America, about 5,000,000 pounds being
shipped last year.
ITS PRODUCTS.
The salmon fisheries are the finest on the Columbia,
yielding this year a revenue of $1,500,000 -which can
and -will be more than doubled in the near future.
The products of the beautiful Klickital valley, find
market here, and the country south and east has this
year filled the -warehouses, and all available storage
places to overflowing -with their products.
ITS WEALTH
It is the richest city of its size on the coast, and its
money is scattered over and is being used tq develop,
more farming country than is tributary to any other
city in Eastern Oregon.
Its situation is unsurpassed! Its climate delight
ful! Its possibilities incalculable! Its resources un
limited! And on these corner stones she stands.
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