The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1871-10-05

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What wa. ii
Nitro glyeeripc explosion up Ia the irol
milis-a hundred fellow moftals busted
sad
Affecting yery. Here be rubbed hi
hand Professor, what Is that nitro
glyecrines
ltisa very dangerous article ans
wered happy to display my knowledge
Il has nearly twice the destructivcncs
Of guupowder bat unlike it, docs not eX
plode on the application Of heat 4 rec
bot coal dropped into il would not ex
plode H. II will freeze; Il is yellow and
greasy lts symbols ia our nomeuelatur,
are c., H5, (No % 3, %.
You don't mean to say 50 said Ii,
officer, inlernpting me 10 disagreeablc
tone, ID ihe very middle Of a choice ex.
tract from ono of my lectures. Why, but
you hainl told me how il does 80 or
II fire won't burst II, what in-hem-
viii,
told him Il il were pressed, or any
thing fcllon II, Il would explode.
Place It under the cru.ber of a cider
mill, strike II with hammer, lei a
weight fall on il from height
Yes, said my man, and that rouses It's
volcaner, does It; How does il come,
Professor?
III little cans why, like these; said !
discovering lhat there was little can Of
1t on the marble sink, which had care
lessly neglected to replace in the cellar.
! then took little of the glycerine,
spread il on an anvil struck it with a
hammer a slight explosion and a
flame burst from the paper.
Now, really, said the policeman, start
ing back; suppose, Professor, that the
can would make mighty noise il allow
ed to explode in here now all at oncef
Il would blow the entire building to
atoms, said |, resuning the analysis Of
Mrs. Johnson's stomach.
No! heard the policeman remark, in
deliberate Yankee tone: You doa't say
so2
The next moment | lay on my back, a
gag in my mouth, terribly frightened and
sick at heart. Over me stood the po-
liceman. aud the first thing that function
ary did. .was-looking me straight in the
face-to take off his nose! lIe then rid
himself of his red eyebrows, hair, cap,
and became a determined looking fellow,
with the eyes of fend and the nose of a
Roman.
SO YOU think, said the metamorphosed,
in the tones Of a gentleman, that nothing
can save Joe Johnson from the rope?
Poor fellow! 1t does look like It. But
my dear Professor, Joe Johnson is fortu-
nate enough to have ia me a devoted
friend, as well as brother. have under
taken to save him, and he shall be saved
In order to this end ii will be nee
essary TO remove from the face of the
earth not only the stomach of bis miser-
able wife yonder, but also my dear Pro-
fessor-Fm sorry to be obliged to say it,
for | believe you were my brothers
teacher and fliend--yourself as we'll.
saw that he was deadly in earnest.
Your death must apparently result
from accident--at least SO it must seem to
the authorities. My brother is in Jail,
and they will not suspect him, and they
certainly will not suspect me.
What terrible deed was in his brain
Was he going to murder me?
The hard earned knowledge Of a score of
years ! would have given for power to
utter one single cry
lie took me in his arms and placed me
in a chair, and bound me to it, and then
from side pocket he produced another
rope.
Was il myself that was TO hang instead
Of johnson?
No; yes. lie placed the line pulcy-like
over an arm of the hanging chandelier.
This was altogether too slight a support,
even for one Of my slender frame. Ii was
net to be hanging then.
To one end Of the rope he attached
weight, and raised It, BY pulling The other
six or eight feet from the floor. The
loose end be secured TO the sink Was lac
mady Did he mean TO draw me under
this weight, and send me out ofthe world
ia novel way BY letting il fell and DASH
Ing my brains outI
To the sink end he attached long vel
low string
Under the weight on the floor he placed
lie can Of nitro-glycerine' recognized
The yellow string; 1t was a fuse, and
w0uld burn sixty minutes. 1t would
burn across the marble slab-there was
DO hope Of its igniting any substance that
would warn ms friends.
DO YOU begin to see through III asked
Joe Johnson's brother.
be ievc | cursed him with my eyes.
could only breathe through my nostrils,
and great veins were swelling and grow.
Ing bot in my forehead.
Drawing match from his pocket, be
lighted and applied Il to the fuse, that lit
le tyrant that gave a man an hour to live
and Killed him at the end d it-ihat lit
le irresponsible terror that, less than
ncreiful Providence, told man The sec
1ud he was 10 die, II fright and horror
spared him to itself
Slowly the fame crepi, snske-like,
around the twine.
rs one hour, saii tie prisoners brath.