Connecticut western news., 1882-08-16
THE LIME-KILN CLUB.
An Internal Machine, and the Les
 son of a Blow-up.
From the Detroit Free Press, l

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 Some three months ago, owing to various and repeated attempts to de- stroy Paradise Hall by fiends in hu- man shape, Samuel Shin asked leave in open meeting to protect the hall by an invention of his own. Leave was granted, and the result was seen as the janitor opened the place Saturday afternoon to make ready for the usual weekly meeting at night. MT. Shin's invention consisted of pound of pow der innocently slowed away in an old nail keg, and the keg placed where 8 stranger would use it to look through the transom. A pressure of two pounds on the head of the keg. would scratch match and explode the pow der. Some men would have grown weary of waiting, but Samuel knew that if he fished long enough he was certain to catch a whale.
 s Some time through Thursday night a person whose name will never be known unlocked the street door with the crank of coffee mill and slid up stairs with murder in his thoughts. Perhaps he expected to find Elder Toots asleep up there, and was pre- pared to dispatch him without mercy, or he may have simply intended to damage the hall about SIS, GOO worth and then go away to secretly chuckle over his dastardly work. Be that as it may, he reached the ante-room and paused for moment to cast a glance of contempt at the stuffed oppossum over the door leading into the lodge. There stood the innocent nail-keg, and the transom was open.
 The human hyena probably cackled with delight as he saw the easy way prepared for him, but it was his last cackle on earth. As he mounted the keg there was dull explosion, winch was heard by many people on the street and supposed to have been caused by the blowing up of tug down toward Lake Erie.
 When the hall opened Saturday even- ing MT. Shin had all the remains spread out on top of Waydown Bebee's plug hat. There was button, seven hairs, the heel of sock, a fnger.nail, and a document beginning with: sTo the Hon. the Common Coun-," A hole in the roof through which twenty.seven stars looked placidly down on the Bear Trap indicated the ulterior direction taken by the balance of the remains. The force of the explosion knocked the safe over and broke one hinge, and the pictures on the walls were more or less damaged, but Cadaver Smith came for ward and offered to make good the dam age out of his own pocket.
 THE LESSON.
 ''Let dis be a warnin' to de wicked to pause," said Brother Gardner as the meeting opened. ''Let it be furder warnin' to de good not to become wicked. Wiokedness doan' pay. If you turn gambler you may hide de joker up yer sleeve and win few dol lars, but de fust thing ye know some man will hide de fo' bowers in his hat an skoop yer blind. If you turn rob- Der you may stop some plumber on de highway an make 8 haul of three hun red dollars, but de nex' fng you know you bet on hoss race an lose de pile. We have de proofs befo' us dat while de wicked am chucklin' an grinnin' an growin' fat, death am waitin' at deir el- bow to If 'em higher nor kite. De Committee Ton Privileges and Repose will see to de repairs of de hall, an we will now ambulate tors de reg'lar order of bizness."