Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-01-28
The Trade in He.nDen Nooses-A
G:hRStly BIsi ness.


Mr.. F. VOnderheide Cincinnati rope manu-
facturer. is now making the rope for Hicks. the
Coyington, KY. prisoner with smallpox SEN
fenced to he hung Friday next. Mr.. V. says:
The material which is of the very finest hemp
will he woven together differently than that in
the common rope. The twists will be different
ana adapted IN such Il manner that there will he
no danger of the rope Slipping.
''Wil the moose be constructed entirely from
hemp"
Eyes. A great many nooses are made from
hemp. catgut and horse hair but mine are made
wholly from hemp Of the finest quality
How many moses do you suppose You have
made:
''That couldn't tell exactly. but the number
is not far from one hundred. | have made quite
a number which have never been used the pris-
Oner either having died Or been cOmmuted I
made Moose for an execution in Kentucky
several years ago. but the man was committed
to the penitentiary for life, and after serving
three years lie was pardOned, although the crime
was grave one. He is now free man. The
last moose made was for the Corinth, Missis-
sippl, execution few months ago"
How do the sheriffs all over the United
States find ont that you have this business down
SO fine? Do you advertiser"
mo, he replied. when man is successfully
hung the papers all publish the fact and the
sheriff who has hanging on hand writes to the
one VINO mas done his work SO well, and inquiries
LOT the man VINO made the rope"
Meet Ne in the Morning.
From the Detroit Free Press
He had been absent a year. the youngest
pupil at boys school, and now his mother was
expecting him every day, and she went abo ut
proud and happy, telling her friends of his i'm
prOVement in his studies. and always ending
with his being such a good boy. Then came a
telegram from Willie himself the first real mes
sage he had ever sent-hOw funny it seemed
from that baby-and there was Just this
simple form, meet me in the morning. His
mother went about all day with it in her hand
reading it over as If it had been in the chiId's
own handwriting. Then she smiled to herself as
she pasted it carefully in scrap-book, while
somebody suggested framing it to hang over the
mantel.
But all the friends loved Willie: he was the
only son of his mother, and she was widow
and he did not come in the morning! There
came instead, the dread news of hasty illness.
and his mother hurried to her darling bow out
it was too late! The despoilcr had done his
w0rk.he was breathing out his little life in the
sleep from which he never would fully awaken
here. Only once toward the last, he unclosed
hls eyes swiftly and saw the dear mOther-face
bending over him, and murmured with dry.
husky lips: Meet NE in the morning. mamma -
Dear boy! 1t is morning with him always
the morning light Of fairer than Italian skies!
while we yet grope among the shadows. But
by and by
ave shall go home at evening
And find It morning there!"
"When grow up, I'll be man. won't II"
asked little Austin boy of his mother. eyes.
my son; but if you want to be a man You must
be industrious at school and learn how to be-
have Yourself" ''Why, mamma, do the lazy boys
turn out to be women when they grow up?"
Teras Siftings.
Two sons of Erin, shovelling on a hot dav.
stopped to rest, and exchanged views on the
labor question. 'Pat, this is mighty hard work
we're at" at is, indade. Jenny; but what
it?" "Well," said the other leaning reflective
ly on his shovel. and wiping the perspiration
from his brow with the back Of his hand, 'for
nice, aisy clanc business, think would like to
be bishop"
A visitor at the Rev. Henry Ward Beecher's
residence In Brooklyn, Monday evening, STUN
bled over bundle on the steps as he was leaving
the house. 1t contained female infant only a
day or two old. Ar. Beecher had It sent to the
CITY nurSnrv