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After the closing Of the Supplementary Trans Allan
tie mails named above, additional surrieil"ntary
mails arr opened on TIE piers OF the American
mud German steamers, aud remain open until
within Zen Minutes OF the hour OF sailing uf
steamer.
The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-05-17

WEST INDIES, &c.
g L Y; for hEi.lHh, IuEhr0 con.
Orleans; at " p ii, for JAMAICA, pr steamer
fEnnl llAANnN
The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-05-17
M q M II a M S e 7

House aud COtlnHe,. shHItcr Is,tnI' p ,. y I'm LIN y J
10 . Y, NJ at % Union square room :: wherc nppni-
cations will he received 1rlcphnhc, ISh, stiS,s'
send for Illustrated pamphlet. II. u W. Law Sun
for,nerIy az Murray Hin Hotel. Manager.
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THE END.
THE NAMELESS NAN,
By RODRIGUES OTTOLENGUI.

copyright. 1895, by the Author
Mr.. Barnes was sitting in his private
room, with nothing of special impor-
lance to occupy his thoughts, when his
office boy announced visitor
"What name?' asked Mr.. Barnes.
"None, was the reply.
"You mean" said the detective,
"that the man did not give you his
name He must have one, of course
Show him in. -
a minute later the stranger entered,
and bowling courteously began the con-
versation at once.
Mr.. Barnes, the famous detective,
l believer" said he.
my name is Barnes" replied the
detective. May have the pleasure of
knowing yours"
Il sincerely hope so. p" continued the
stranger. 1.-The fact is suppose have
forgotten it. 3"
Forgotten your name?" Mr.. Barnes
scented an interesting case and became
doubly attentive.
Yes" said the visitor "That is pre-
cisely my singular predicament. Iseem
to have lost my identity. That is the
object of my call. l wish you to discov-
er who | am. AS am evidently a full
grown man, I can certainly claim that
have a past history, but to me that past
is blank. / awoke this morning in this
condition, yet apparently III possession
of all my facultics-so much so that at
once saw the ACCESSIBILITY of consulting
a first class detective, and upon inquiry
| was directed to you. "
your case is most interesting-from
my point of view, mean. To you, of
course, it must seem unfortunate. Yet
it is not unparalleled. There havo been
many such cases recorded, and for your
temporary relief l may say that sooner
or later complete restoration of memory
usually occurs. But now let us try to
unravel your mystery as soon as posi-
BILE, that you may suffer as little incon-
venience as there need be. I would like
to ask you few questions. -
AS many as you like, and will do
my best to answer"
"Do you think that you are New
Yorker"
81 have not the least idea whether
am Or not. "
"You say you were advised to consult
me. By whom"
THE clerk at the Waldorf hotel,
where l slept last night"
''Then of course he gave you my ad-
dress. Did you find it necessary to ask
him how to find my Offices"
"Well, no, did not. That seems
strange, does it not? I certainly had no
difficulty in coming here. Isuppose that
must be a significant fact, Mr.. Barnes?"
1t tends to show that you have been
familiar with New York, but we must
still find out whether you live here or
not. How did you register at the hotel?"
M. J. G. Remington, city"
"You are sure that Remington is not
your name?''
"Quite sure. After breakfast this
morning l was passing through the
lobby when tho clerk called mo twice
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"This is the gentleman qrhom I lCished
IOu to meet"
scription on the outside of the case. ]
turned AID asked you something about
the watch, when You hastily returned il
to your pocket, with the remark that il
was an old family relic Now, can You
explain how you could have known that,
supposing that you had forgotten who
you were?"
NEATLY caught, Goldie," laughed
Mr. Mitchell. You certainly made a
mess of it there"
1t was an asinine Slip" said Mr..
Goldie, laughing also.
Now, them" continued Mr.. Barnes.
you readily see that had good reason
Tor believing that you had not forgotten
your name. On the contrary, was DOS.
tive that your name was part of the
inscription on the watch What, then.
could be your purpose in pretending 9TH
erwise? did not discover that for some
time. However, l decided to 90 ahead
and find out if I could. Next noted two
things. Your coat opened once, so that
saw pinned to your vest a bicvcle
badge, which l recognized as the EN-.
blem Of the League of American Wheel.
men,
"Oh, ohf' cried Mr.. Mitchell. "Shame
on you, Goldie, for IL blunderer.
L had entirely forgotten the badge, ("
said Mr.. Goldie.
i also observed. the detective went
On, little indentations on the sole of
Your shoe, as you had your legs crossed,
which satisfied me that you were a
rider, even before observed the badge.
NOW, then, we cometo the name and
the significance thereof. Had YOU really
lost your memory the choosing of a
name when You registered at the hotel
would have been haphazard, matter of
10 Importance to me. But as soon as |
decided that you We're imposing upon
me knew that your choice of a name
had been deliberate act of the mind
one from which deductions could he
drawn
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bring it to Denver and then take it
back to the farm at Salina. The travel
ing engineer went out with special
engine and the suporintendent's private
car, and went with him.
1t is not a pleasant task to deliver the
dead to bereaved relatives, but it is the
least that can be done, and some one
must do it. The engine left the track
precisely at midnight, Friday night,
and it was not until the afternoon Of the
following Tuesday that Preached Salina.
There had been six children i'll this
happy family-three boys and three
girls. The eldest son was locomotive
engineer, but he had left the road for
good and was now with the family at
the Kansas farm.
''How does he look?" asked the engi-
neer when we had taken seats in the
farm carriage. Can mother see him."
He looks very WELL" said /, and
then remembering that ugly furrow in
his face, "but would it not be better for
all Of you to remember him just as he
left homer"
Il shall leave that all to you, no
said, while the hot tears fairly rained
down upon the laprobe that covered our
knees
When we reached the Mcconnell
place, and l went into the house where
the family We're all assembled in the
large plain parlor, there was no need of
an introduction. They all knew me and
knew why had come, and when they
crowded about me, all weeping so Bit
terly, felt that could not hold out
much longer myself. did better than
had expected. however, until attempt
ed to talk, when the tears came up in
my throat and choked me. So, with a
little brother on one knee, little sis
ter on the other, while the two young
ladies were sobbing by the window and
the brave young engineer was trying
between his tears to calm his mother, |
gave way and wept with the rest.
When we had all gained the little re-
lief that always comes with shower of
tears, the mother began to talk to me
and ask questions. To begin with, she
asked me if could tell her exactly
when her boy was killed.
Last Friday night, 1 said.
"What timer she asked, glancing at
her two daughters, who had turned from
the window and were trying to dry their
eyes.
almost exactly at midnight, was
my reply.
"Ah," she said. bursting into tears
again, 81 knew it! I knew it,"
HE was killed instantly" said L
He never knew what happened.
said this with the hope of their de-
irving shade of comfort from the fact
that the dear brave boy was not roasted
alive, as SO many enginemen are.
Not quito instantly" said the weep.
ing mother. He called me twice.
Mother. mother! and I saw him stand.
.
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bridge, and the train was now increas-
ing her speed at every turn Of the
wheels. Looking ahead, the engineer
saw the open mouth of Roubideau tun-
mel. which, being ON the shadow side Of
tho hill, looked like great hole in the
night. Nearer the engine he saw num-
Der Of dark objects scattered about. In
another second he discerned what these
were and realized an awful danger. AS
he reversed tho engine and applied the
air he shouted to tho fireman to jump.
He might have jumped himself. for he
saw the danger first, but no such thought
came to him. In another second the
pilot was blowing through herd OF cat
tie that were sleeping on the track. II
they had all been standing, he would
have opened the throttle and sent them
flying into the river with less FISK 10
his train, but they were lying down.
and as they rolled under the wheels they
lifted the great engine from the rails
and threw her down the dump at the
very edge Of the river. So well had the
faithful engineer performed his work
that the train was stopped without
wrecking car. Many of the passengers
were not awakened. The trainmen came
forward and found the engineer. He
was able to speak to them He knew
what had happened and knew that he
had but few minutes to live. These
brave. rough men Of the rail never hide
ANYTHING from each other, and when he
asked for his fireman they told him the
, fireman was dead.
As he lay there in the moonlight,
with his head resting in the conductor 8
lap, while the brakeman brought cup
from the mail car and gave him drink
of water, he told them where he wanted
| to be buried-bacll east somewhere;
spoke of his insurance policy; left a
| loving message for his wife, and then,
as if he had nothing more to say or do.
closed his eyes, folded his hands over
his brave heart. and without murmur
apparently without pain-died.
1t was many hours before they found
the fireman. When the crash came. he
was standing in front of the furnace
| door. The tank doubled forward and
forced him up against the boiler head,
where, if he had net been killed instant
", he must have been slowly roasted.
He lay in the wreck so long that when
they got him out there was a deep and
ugly groove across his face, where he
had lain against the narrow edge of the
throttle lever. Save this deep fLrrow
there were no marks upon his face, but
that one mark remained, even after the
body was embalmed.
The writer was at that time employed
by the Same company in similar ca
pacity and was sent out to the wreck to
take charge Of the body of the fireman,
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ing before me with great deep furrow
across his face. -
Then she placed the edge a her hand
against her face to show me where the
scar was, and when saw her mark the
very angle of the ugly groove | felt a
strange tingling sensation at the roots
Of my hair.
"Has any one written you the par
ticulars of the wreck?" said.
"No," she answered; 1--WE have had
but two telegrams-one from the super
intendent, telling Of his death, and the
one from you when you left Denver "
What she said SO affected me that l
excused myself and walked out to the
barn, where could think. was not
long in arriving at the conclusion that
when the III left the track in that in
finitesimal fragment OF time the boy saw
that he was in the shadow of death, and
his first and only thought was of his
mother. His whole soul went out to her
so swiftly and so surely that she not
only heard him call her, but saw him,
just as he was.
"A
father, who had insisted upon his son S
going in with mo upon our arrival at
the house while he ss...put up" the team.
I thought his the s;.ddest face had ever
seen as he moved about in his fearless
and silent sorrow.
"How did it happen?" asked tho
farmer when he had finished his chores
and we We're walking back toward the
house together.
Hit bunch of CATTLE" said l.
"In the night?''
Eyes" was my answer, lust about
midnight"
"What night?"
last Friday"
"Stop." said the farmer, touching my
arm. Il want to tell you something
that happened here last Friday night,
and remember that the clock was strik-
ing II. -
Then he told me how his wife had
screamed and Weakened him and how
she had wept bitterly and insisted that
Johnny had been killed. He had been
struck by somebody or something, she
insisted and she could see great, deep,
ugly scar on his face.
l don't know why did not. but re-
member distinctly that l did not tell
them-not even the engineer, who was
accustomed to seeing such things-that
the scar was there on Jacks face just as
his mother had seen it that Friday
night We did not open the coffin at the
church nor at the grave.
| remained with the family at the
farmhouse that night. and with them
on the following day went to the little
church in town, where the good priest
talked great deal longer than was nee
essary, thought, for he had it not in
his power to do John Mcconnell any
| good by talking. In a pleasant place, ON
gentle slope that tipped to the west,
his grave was made, and while we were
weeping there another grave, in another
! place, was being filled, hiding from the
eyes of the world the body of the brave
| engineer.
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The DEATH RUN.
By CY WARMAN.
downright. 1896, by the Author

copyright, 1895, by the Author
Along in the early eighties. when the
Denver and Rio Grande was n narrow
gauge road and the main line lay across
the great divide at Marshall pass, there
was a wreck in the Black canyon, and
Of that wreck write.
So rough and impenetrable was this
canyon that the men sent out to blaze
the trail were unable to get through.
Engineers with their instruments, were
let down from the top of the canyon
wall, hundreds of feet by long ropes,
and to this day, II you look up when the
train goes round Dead Mans Curve"
you will see frayed out rope whipping
the gray rocks 500 feet above the river
and the rail.
By the breaking of this rope human
life was lost, the first of many lives that
have been lost in this wild canyon. In
the rush and hurry to complete the road
little attention was given to sloping tho
cuts or making it safe for the men who
ride ahead. So when the spring came
and the snow began to melt on the
mountains and moisten the earth great
pieces of Scenery would loose their
hold upon the steep hill and sweep down
the side of the canyon, carrying rails,
roadbed-in fact, everything but the
right of way-across the river, where
the landslide was often landed high and
dry on the opposite shore.
So often was the scenery shifted
during the first II months that the
night run through the Black canyon, so
wildly beautiful by day, SO grand and
awful by night, came to be called the
death rum
1t was Engineer Peasley's run out
that night, but he had just returned
from the stony little graveyard that had
been staked out on the banks of the Gun
nison, where they had buried his baby.
He was a delicate looking man, and
when he came into the roundhouse that
afternoon to register off he wore his soft
hat far down over his infiamed eyes, as
if be would hide from the world any
trace of that sacred grief Kipp, his fire.
man, saw him and was sorry, for he
knew how dearly the driver had loved
the little one now lost to him. Sliding
from the pilot, where he had been scour-
ing the number plate, kipp went to the
book and registered off also.
And SO it happened that when No. z
left Gunnison at a quarter past Jack
Walsh held the seat and Fireman Nc
Connell handled the scoop. The sharp
axhausts from the straight stack sent up
solid stream of fire as they hurried out
through the yards.
The brisk bark of the bounding en-
zine dwindled down to a faint pant and
vas drowned in the roar of the wheels
the long train hurried away down
he valley and was swallowed up in the
lack canyon. The run was regarded
"sa difficult one, but the extra crew
s1ere equal to it, and at every station W
half past II the operator wired the
spatcher, the dispatcher the train mas
+, and he the superintendent mo.
time.
Although he had no regular run, Nc
lnnell was really an old fireman Ht
d but recently returned to the roat
Ter years absence. AT the earnest
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Hc shouted to the fireman to jump.
'icitation Of his good mother he had
: the rail to return to his father S
IN near Salina, Kan. He was q good
| dutiful son, and he loved his moth
rs only such son can love, but he
I'D not help the longing within him
return to the road. That summer the
ssouri Pacific opened new line
hit through his father S farm, and
Try day he heard the snort of the iron
rse, saw the trains go up and down
track, saw the enginemen throwing
SEES to the girls ON the farm, and he
inted to return to the Rockies. More
IN once every day he looked away to
west, where he knew the trains were
.ng up and down, where the snow lay
great drifts on one side of the track
i the flowers bloomed by the other.
no can say how the heart of the en-
leman longs for the engine?
He loves the locomotive
AS the flowers love the lea,
As the song birds love the sunlight,
AS the sailor loves the sea.
When the harvest had been cut and
golden grain garnered, the restless
lth babe his parents adieu and set
! face toward the sunset. He had been
althful fireman and found no trouble
establishing himself in the service
the Scenic" line.
The death run" was a long one-13h
les over mountains and through can
rs. Ihey had crossed Cero summit
"a We're now roaring along the canyon
J the banks Of the beautiful river.
Inc night grew warmer as thew drift.
! down toward the valley of the
, iahue' Inc engineer sat silently in his
ace trying the water, whistling for
aations and watching the way The
'reman, having little to do now
ounged In the open window and ,ooko5
'u' on the ripping river where the
moonlight lay. 1t was almost midnight
"heh the operator at Republican w.
awakened by the wild wall of the yos.
'ouha express. As the long train rat,lod
'ser the bridge beyond the little station
me operator reached for the kew and
'naue the wire say, "No. Z on time -
Beyond the bridge there was a hit of
tangent few hundred yards, and
"hen they turned into it the fireman Or.
Gown from his comfortable seat to AZ
the fire. 'o"0 W TX
-- Inc driver released the brakes at the
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enjoying the antics of the mischievous
little animals when Mr.. Barnes, getting
close behind him. deity removed a
pocket handkerchief from the tail Of his
coat and swiftly transferred it to his
own.
On the day following, shortly before
noon, Mr.. Barnes walked quickly into
the reading room Of the Fifth Avenue
hotel. In ono corner there is hand
some mahogany cabinet, containing
three compartments, each of which is en-
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The Seminole Indian war began Nov.
~, 1877, and ended Oct. 81, 1918. Tho
total number of regulars and militia ssry-
Ing in this war was 1911.
The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-01-24
FLORIDA.

Joseph Schwartz of Jacksonville has
been convicted of running a gambling
room and fined 5000.
Robert Wynn was shot and instantly
killed by Homer Barnett at Jensen Tues
day. Both men are colored. No cause was
assigned for the deed.
Ed Varnadoe shot Lud Knight at Fort
White Wednesday. The wound is thought
to be fatal. Complications about land
trade were the cause.
Leslie Pell-Clarke has purchased the
South Florida fair grounds property at Or
lando of Henry l.. Wardwell, paying the
mortgage price, interest and cost.
Application will be made to Judge Hook
err for a charter for the Ocala Law Library
Company, an association of members of
the Ocala bar, formed to provide a law Ii
brary. r. L. Anderson is president of the
new organization, and n. NJ. Alfred, Sec
rotary.
The Florida conference of the Mount
Pleasant Methodist Episcopal church, col
ored, convened at Gainesville Wednesday,
More than seventy-five coiored preachers
are in the city. Bishop Foss of Philadel-
phia presided. The conference will be in
session for several days.
Work has been begun upon the new Bap-
fist church at Gainesville The old ware
house has been torn down and everything
is ready for the foundation. Work will be
pushed as rapidly as the finances will per-
init. Already $1,000 has been subscribed
and $1,000 collected, The estimated cost
of the church is $780,
The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-01-24
The Fighting Floridinns.

From the Chicago Times Herald.
In spite of all our puny efforts to recon-
Gle the nations, in spite of the churches
IN spite OF Mr.. Bayard, in spite of the
heart-broken appeals of the British au-
thors, from g the Amazing Hardy to
Meredith, the Obscure" the purple
East" Watson, Austin and the MARQUIS
of Queensberry, we appear to be on the
brink of the inevitable conflict.
The news from Florida is appalling. A
Few days ago we were piping sub teg-
mine fagi, and the angel of peace appear
ed 10 be brooding over our provinces. The
Illusion was short-lived. The pipe must be
put out. The angel has fiuttered away in
alright at the alarm from Jacksonville
Tho governor of Florida has had private
intimation that the flying squadron is bent
toward these lavish shores. The Presi-
dent has CONNIE nded him to arms. Hank!
What sounds are these borne on the
breeze? The yeomanry of Dade county are
arming. Already they are oiling their mus
campaign. Lake Okechobee will redden
with British blood before this crisis is
past.
Talk about the flying squadron! 1t will
fly in another direction before the arms of
the Florida militia. Not potmetal steam
er, but will go to Davy Jones' junk heap
once 1T comes within range of these IA
grant patriots. No need now for the veter-
ans of the war of 1872 or the Irish army
The Florida militia is in arms the tread
of marching men is echoed in the wilder
ness, and every tarpon that goes seward
from TAMPA is loaded to the throttle with
enough melinite to knock first-class bat
tie ship into slivers.
Let us pursue our ordinary avocations
chase folly by day and dreams by night
The sleepless sentinels of Florida are on
the rampant
The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-01-24

condition financially than they were when
the cotton acreage was larger.
A mortgage given by ]. II. Glenn
grocer of Atlanta, followed by a unique
bill of SALE both of which were filed for
record in the clerks Office at Atlanta,
Tuesday. were the features in a failure. J.
]. and J. e. Maddox are in charge of the
stock of goods. Mr.. Glenn gave a mort
gage for $3.50 to the Atlanta Trust and
Banking Company on all the goods he had
In his store at 30 Whitehall street. The
mortgage was filed for record and soon
afterward a bill Of sale for an the goods
In the store was sent in for record. The
bill was given to j. j. and j. e. Maddox,
who held a claim of 81 900 against the
store. 1t was queer looking bill Of sale,
and had no legal appearance about II, as
II was evidently made out i'm hurry. 1t
was written in pencil on the back of a bill
to j. r. Maddox from the Benjamin
pharmacy for IS cents for a prescription,
and II was made subject to the mortgage.
II holds good, as much so as If IL had been
written on legal blanks prepared for that
purpose.
Lyons Correspondence Morning News:
A good joke is going the rounds here on
a young doctor and young preacher of
this pace. Last Thursday night the
doctor and preacher took supper at the
same place. Their overcoats are exactly
alike, the men being about the same size.
After supper the preacher put on what
he thought was his overcoat and went TO
prayer meeting. The doctor put on his
as he thought, and went to see a patient.
The preacher having to officiate at the
meeting put his hand In his pocket to get
his Bible, but instead found a flask of
whisky Thinking some bad boys were
putting up a joke on him he tried the other
pocket, where he found a IS Smith a. Wes-
son pistol The doctor upon arriving at
the, patients home put his hand in his
pocket for his flask, but to his utter aston
ishment found a Bible. Thinking II Joke
he made dive into the other pocket,
school papers. The impression made upon
those who were quick enough to see each
crazy and that the doctor had suddenly
proven very religious. The greater part
of the next day was spent by the two
in making explanations, after coats had
been exchanged.