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The Washington times., 1901-06-30
The Two Trannps.

They were crossing the bay when the
accident occurred, and the young skipper
dug his heels very angrily into the deck
planks Of the bridge and listened to the
adorned tale Of the engineer with a super
abundance of patience. The surplus ex-
preston of Mr.. Jameson was at times
particularly appalling, and covered more
than half of the story. The pith Of it was
sAis: The crank shaft of the tramp Tudor
had long since seen and ended its better
days, and having lately been severely
worked by the hard driven engines had,
from sheer and utter WEAKNESS Of an
overtaxed old age, fallen into sections on
the flooring Of the engine room.
When the expansive account was finish
ed, Captain Bennet put question TO the
engineer:
Can you fix her up. and how long will
the Job take?'
The engineer thoughtfuily applied a wad
of grease black waste TO his perspiring
forehead TO awaken his intellect. leaving
a beautiful coal-colored mark where he
had rubbed and then answered:
.Impossible TO say how long the Job
would take to fix"
.HThen well need to look out for tow"
asked the captain and raised his eyes en-
ouiringiy around the horizon IN search Of
any steamer that ii seemed probable they
would have to call upon for assistance.
That's what you'd better do" answered
the engineer surilly; and he shaded his
eyes and gazed into the far off afternoon
sunlight. seeing the word sack" written
large over his job in the Tudor. I've
done the best / can" he added after
pause I've driven her clean ten knots
right through from Jaffa-and-confonud
IT'D have done IL all the way to Liver
pool but for that lazy lump Of a second"
well, it's not earthly use crying over
spilled milk" said the philosophical tramp
skipper.
Spilled machinery, you mean," growled
the irate Jameson.
He seated himself on the casing of a
steam winch pipe TO consider the situa-
tion, and stared gloomily into the depths
of purple that ran in swollen periods
across the bay; while Bennett paced .he
tranp's deck forward of the chartroom,
funing at the fate that had brought his
ship TO standstin. and waiting for a def
mite decision from the engineer
Look here, sir" said that worthy me-
chanic; II might get her TO go under one
engine II has been known to be done.
Only once she started she'd have to keep
on going, and you couldn't go astern.
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TAUGHT MRS. M'KINLEY.
Mrs. Susan Morgan Gave Primary
Lessons to the Presidents Wife.

In little house on a back street, and
almost ''out in the country lives Mrs.
Susan 5. Morgan, a dear little old lady.
And years ago, when Mrs. Morgan was
known as the pretty Miss Spiker," she
taught school. Not little country school.
but she was at the head of the whole pri-
mary department, as the schools were
then divided. Some 800 little children
were unGer her care, and of these there
was one very pretty little girl. with a
round face, rosy cheeks. and merry, dane
ing eyes. This little girl was Ida Saxton.
now the wife of President Mckinley.
1t was in 1853 that Mrs. Morgan, who
now lives in Denver, taught Mrs. William
Mckinley her A B C's, and how to add
those first sums. of which the child is so
proud.
NO" said Mrs. Morgan, as she thought
refectively of those maiden days, there
was nothing unusual about Ida as a little
child. She was very pretty little girl
and a very good little girl. She always
worked earnestly. but she was only five
years old. She had a very lovable and
gentle disposition and always seemed to
be the favorite in her group of playmates.
Yes. how well remember that bright lit
tie face And again Mrs. Morgan went
back in thought to that first public school
in Canton.
'-Ida's father, you know. she contin-
ued, was president of the first public
school board there. He was a very pub
lic-spirited man and very progressive, too
for those days He insisted that his
daughter should go to a public school,
which, TO people in those days, was
very terrible thing. Ida Saxton went
through, and I can't see that it has done
her any harm"
Mrs. Morgan. then Miss Spiker, was the
first teacher employed in what We're then
called union schools. Great opposition
was shown in Canton in the introduction
of these schools. but after Mr. SaXton
sent his little daughter there the feeling
against them lessened. He was one of the
wealthy citizens of Canton and much
looked UP to.
Il knew the family very weH." said
Mrs. Morgan, and was often invited to
their house to parties or TO supper or
something of that sort. 1 have an inyi-
tation from them now that 1 have always
kept"
And from box of treasures and keep
salies she brought out a faded bit of pa
per that had invited Susan Spiker to
drink tea with Mr.. and Mrs. Saxton."
Mrs. Morgan is nearly seventy seven
years old now ind remembers as though
it were yesterday the time when she
taught Ida SaXton to make her first let
ters. For the last six years Mrs. Morgan
has lived IN Denver with her husband, j.
". Morgan They have three grown
sons.-Denver Post.
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ily, and the Tudor and III part company
after this-my first voyage.
Fhey were talking the matter over in
the cabin, and it was while the skipper
poudered further on his foggy future that
he was aroused from his apathetic state
by a loud and violent blast on a steam
whistle. He rushed on deck TO see what
the matter was, followed by Jameson.
Right abeam, moving slowly and losing
way was the great and unshapely tramp
Mtitiades; alongside the Tudor her own
hawsers trailed like white ard cleaning
snakes. Bennet gaZed at her for d mo-
ment. looking curiously at her still pro-
peller. Then he turned to the chief en-
gineer and said quietly. stand by, Mr..
Jameson. l guess it's our turn now;
and as Jameson rushed below to the en-
CINE platform. Bennett raced on to the Tu-
doris upper bridge. where the mate was
bawling orders to haul in the wires. He
rang up the engines to slow ahead;
then ne put th, helm down. and the old
tramp wore round under her restored ma
chinery and oozed up TO the Miltiades.
Bennett stopped his engines, leaned over
the bridge rail, and took a cool survey
of the Mitiades' crestfallen skipper, who
glared savagely but heiplessly back.
Yes, I'm all right, thank you. cap
tain" said Rennet, nodding his head
But what's the matter with that old tug
Engine gone smash" shouted back the
elder man, his late sarcasm exchanged
for a white heat of rage.
Bennett smiled; he could afford to do 1t
now. and lit a cigarette with great care.
Where are you frem?'' he asked at
length.
"4lexandria. with a cargo of onions for
some Liverpool people"
big hurry, | suppose? Want tow
I'D take one cheap
Depends on what you call cheap, was
the irritating reply of the man with the
big trump card. Whats your offer, any
call it GOO
Yes. that's pretty decent for some old
hooker that's coming home light or with
a bad freight, and wants to make her
dock dues: but ] couldn't think of it. al
though I don't want to be hard on you;"
and Bennett beamed genially
The elder mans face beamed. and he
stroked the fag ends of his goat beard
lovingly. TIN glad you don't bear no
Spite" he said, pleasantly What would
you tow me for?
Bennett IaziIy swung himself over the
railing OF the bridge and smoked placid
ly; he was the picture OF calm content
ment and victory.
Nine hundred pounds is my price he
The master of the Nnltiades made no in
telligible reply: he beat the rail and
stamped on the bridge for five minutes,
and when he had shouted himself hOarse
and blue in the face, called to the mate
and engineer of his ship.
Bennett watched him with an amused
smile, and when another five minutes
had been registered and still no answer
came from the other ship. he thought it
time to follow up the everyday motto
to him from the hairy-faced
man twenty-four hours previosly: DO
unto other as others do unto YOU" SO he
hailed the bridge with some show of inn
patience.
Il can't wait here all night for that old
onion box of yours. ne calleda My
oranges, as you we'll know. may go bad"
The Washington times., 1901-06-30
HOW WOLVES ARE KILLED.
Methods Used to Put the Animals
Out of Existence.

Whole families of the animals are some
times asphyxiated in their dens. A wolf
of the grey variety generally makes its
home by getting on the side of dirt
gulch and fburrowing straight inward un-
til safe distance from the surface Is
reached There her young are born and
raised to sturdy cub estate.
When a cowboy locates a den in which
he believes the entire family to be gath
cred, a composite mass of cotton, satu-
rated with damp -four. sulphur and other
noXious smelling substances. is thrust In
to the den and set or fire. The mouth of
the hole is then filIee with clay stamped
down solidly and the imprisoned wolves
are speedily sunocated within. In this
way from six to ten and eleven wolves.
young and old, are wiped out at one
stroke.
Another effective method is to bore four
or more holes in a fiat piece of board and
plug them up with beef fat soaked IN
strychnine. The odor of the fat attracts
any wolves that may be in the vicinity,
and they lick the fat vOraciousIy until the
leavening of poison does its work upon
them and they drop dead. Very often as
many as a dozen wolves are killed or by
this process before the fat in the holes is
exhausted
Strychnine enclosed in capsules is also
used. The capsule is thrust into a slit
cut in chunk OF beef. and the wolf. bolt
ing the meat hole. falls an easy victim.
Steel trans. baited with raw beef. are also
tried with fair success.-Denver Republic
can
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prices which the turtle brings. which Is
from 81 to s5 apiece. Terrapin hide in the
sand O. mud when pursued, but alwa VS.
leave a breathing hole which the experi-
enced eye of the terapin hunter recog-
nizes on sight and a dig of the fork soon
unearths him. 1t requires little capital 10
raise terrapin, but the location ofthe farm
is very important because the sun and
soil must be exactly fitted to breed prop
erly. $50
The United States Fish Commission is
advocating the raising of fish on farms
when water can be obtained. either in
natural or artificial ponds. George NJ.
Bowers, the Fish Commissioner. believes
that if every farmer, who could do so,
would raise his own fish. either for his
own consumption, or for the market, a
permanent and profitable industry would
soon be established. This is the method
employed by the Japanese who have de-
veloped this Industry to a profitable ex-
tent The farmer, Mr.. Bowers thinks
could raise fish for market as profitably
as chickens, pork, and grain. 1t does not
require a large area of ground surface,
although the fish require certain number
of cubic feet of water. Mr.. Bowers be-
lieves that on farms in the interior fish
access to a running stream or springs.
The fresh water fish pond involves only a
little digging, the erection of wire screens
to prevent the fish from escaping, and
supply of vegetable and animal life to
furnish the fish with food. plant life be-
ing more desirable for young fish espe-
cially.
After the pond has been stocked with
fish, which the United States Fish Com
mission will gladly furnish, it will require
no more attention to look after the well
fare of the fish than is given to straw
berries or vegetable beds. Where pond
can be fed from running stream it is to
be preferred. Josiah Massey, of Chester
town, Md, has fish farm of two acres
which contains black basss, perch, and
other fish. The water was supplied from
a small stream by draining it. The stream
is formed from the overflow of a large
spring near the house. He was thus Sc
cured a small lake of pure spring water,
shaded partially by grove of trees. The
fish are fed night and morning, On scraps
from the kitchen and table The pond
WAS stocked by the Fish Commission and
after two years it has yielded about 300
pounds of good, marketable fish annually.
The Washington times., 1901-06-30

Forty Men of the British Army Pay
ing Penalties In Dartmoor jail for
Serious oHenee-CouId Not Keep
Their Heavy-Lidded Eyes Open.
In cne of his Majestys prisons In this
country are forty men who have ccm-
mitted no offence against the civil laws
of the land, but who win shortly be
transferred to Dartmoor. where they Will
serve terms OF penal servitude in close
association with common felons lifelong
thieves. wouId-be murderers, os black
maiiers.
Last week some of these men were
transferred from a local prison to Dart
moor. and while being transferred they
were. no doubt by routine. chained TO
ordinary convicts, men who have COM
mitted social crimes against the COM
munity. The sentences OF the forty men
vary from three to ten years penal servi-
tude. Yet they are not common felons,
like the men with whom they are herded.
The sole offence of which they have
been convicted is that of sleeping when
they should have been awake They are
soldiers, or perhaps they should now be
called ex-soldiers, of the King. who fell
asleep st the post of duty in South Africa.
One Of them is a young volunteer OF
good family. sentenced TO eight years
penal servitude for this offence. Many OF
the men have protested with tears that
they fell asleep through sheer exhaustion
after a Icing days toll.
In the local prisons, to which these de-
linquent soldiers of the King are first
taken on arriving in custody from South
Africa. a proper distinction is drawn be-
tween the faulty soldier or erring voIun-
teer and the oft condemned Jail bird
They are kept apart. take exercise apart.
and wear different dress The man who
has fought for his country and then made
a terrible bIEnder is not classed with the
forger and the moral degenerate. But In
the convict prison the difference disap-
pears. They are all convicts, the volun-
teer included.
The knowledge Of this fact has already
created intense indignation in the limited
circle in which IT has travelled The War
Office regards the treatment of its pris-
oners in this way as a regrettable incl
dent which it cannot help. There have
been. it is pleaded, so many military pris-
oners for various offences that the prison
arrangements are pressed.
Nevertheless, the War Office holds that
it is necessary to make severe examples
of men who sleep on duty. 1t is further
suggested that men are not sentenced for
long terms merely for sleeping on duty,
and that If they arn sentenced for more
than two years they are dismissed from
the army with ignon,iny and cease to be
soldiers So the War Office washes its
hands of responsibility.
Against this. persons who are qualified
to speak assert that most of the soldiers
who have been herded with convicts are
serving sentences for being found asleep
and for nothing else. If they behave
themselves In their convict homes these
ex-soldiers will eventually be released on
ticket of leave. like burglars.-The Lon
don Mail
The Washington times., 1901-06-30

the north and crept swiftly, with a red
eye cleaning from each hull. untn they
worked ,abaft the Tutors beam, then van
ished like weird spectres. But no steamer
came, and the night traiIed through 10
dawn and daylight.
Not until the Tudor had lain at her own
sweet will fun twenty-four hours did any
thing show up to lessen Captain Rennets g
anxiety. II came in the shape of tub
bower, flat-bottomed. stump-masted roll
ing. big tramp. that wallowed up from the
southwark through the long seas, dipping
her ugly nose as she came, and exhibiting
a round, rusty side to the glinting red of
the sinking sun.
The stranger, no doubt seeing the sig
nails flying from the Tudor's masthead
and span, and Interpreting them as the
promise of something that lay rich to his
hand. sent belches Of smoke from his lean
and five-eolored funnel, and bore down
to the helpless ship with all his might.
He came shooting to within a mile of the
Tudor, then slowed his engines and rolled
slowly to within a couple of ships lengths
of her.
What's the matter, cap'n? Engines
broken DOWN."
There was a grim smile of confident
satisfaction on the hairy face Of the in
terlocutor. He gave the man at the
wheel an order. and the tramp seethed
few yards closer; then he revealed him
self, big. stout, pompous Individual, and
leaned over the bridge railing, while he
rubbed pair of broad tarry palms to-
gether.
What's up?" he grinned. You've got
two balls up forard."
Broken down." answered the Tudor's
master.
UNI" grunted the other tranp's skip
per as he cast a comical look fore and aft
the ship. where from, cgpin?"
"Jama, with a cargo of oranges my
owners picked up for Liverpool"
"S'pose you're in a big 'urry to get 'em
'ome-eh? Oranges soon goes bad
I'm wanting a tow" said Bennett. The
engineer tells me he may be a couple of
days mending up below"
'fRotten?" queried the newcomer. UNI
The Miltiades-my own barge here-ain't
up to much-my own bit o. property. Pret-
" good looking. though, and able to drag
that ramshackle affair of yours. What do
you offer for tow?"
Two hundred and fifty pounds to Liv-
erpool" answered Bennett modestly.
In answer to the Tudor's demand the
Miltiades' skipper raised a big hand in
depreciation.
the coal what's used in steaming, the
grubbng of two days, and pay for the
hands I'd like to know; and wear and
tear of my steamer? Besides" he added
with a grin and chuckle, do unto others
as others 'ud do unto you If they got half
chance"
Isn't ESQ sufficient" cried Bennett,
with some Indignation.
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FRESH WATER PEARLS.
Valuable Gems Found in the Streams
of Tennessee

Valuable Gems Found in the Streams
of Tennessee.
II. E. Sta1ey, with number ~ hands.
left here this morning for east Tennessee
on a pearling expedition. They expect to
be gone until fall. The pearl industry at
this place has grown to be the greatest
source of revenue. thousands Of dollars
worth being handled every year w. B.
Foster and ]. II. Wingham are now in
New York with about $4,000 worth of
pearls, which they will place on the mar
ket. There are several other dealers here
who are doing a thriving business. Smith
vile has gained the reputation of being
one Of the highest pearl markets in the
United States. pearls being sent here
from all quarters. one pearl sold here d
few weeks ago for $950.-Smithville
CTenn.) correspondence of the Nashville
American.
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Stop her, and we'd be long enough in
| starting her afresh.'
And If you can't manage the one en-
gine business?" enquired Bennett
Wed have to fit another shaft. We
have a spare one in the No. hold"
Go ahes d. then. Mr.. Jameson; that's
the tune. Try her at that"
Then the engineer strode away, and
Bennett mounted 10 the upper bridge: and
while. below, the levers and machinery
worked to the jerk Of kissing steam, and
much personal enunciation hoated up to
the captains ears. he watched anxiously
for any solitary puff of smoke or sign Of
a steamer. In front of the foremast head
he had hoisted two cork tenders as inti-
nation 70 vessels that his ship was not
under control; though, indeed, no vessels
came their way. For two hours the fend-
ers had swung lazily to the heave of the
Tudor, when Jameson came on the bridge
and delivered his verdict in a rusty voice,
and Bennett listened with the feeling
of despair that comes to man who sees
his only means OF livelihood flying from
him.
It's no use" said the engineer. 1--WE
can't get the cylinder to work. Wen
have TO mend the job. I'd like all hands
II ] can have them. The job may take
three days. or 1t may be a week"
Hang iti' muttered Bennett, sticking
his hands deep in his pockets "A week?
And t'-e oranges will be rotten before we
get home Just the luck Of first voyage
skipper"
During the dark hours the Tudor, with
two red lights swinging from her mast
head lamp halyards tumbled about the
ugly seas Of Biscay Bay in grim solemnity
and e ieliness.
Two gaunt and very ragged looking try
sails and staysails baIlooned from her
spencer and forestays. Such sails would
hardly have been Of use to an up-to-date
mail boat, much less TO the Tudor, built
as she was on the splendid lines of the
average diN diNidend-paying tramp; indeed,
she provokingly turned her fiat bows to
all points of the compass and wallowed
and poked in the shimmering crested
sweIls the whole night through
Her enraged skipper watched her move
ments as he paced athwart the bridge His
anxiety grew as time dragged on. and not
without cause. The barometer was falling
and the clouds heaping up in the north
west.
About midnight, when the breeze gath
cred heart, two sailing ships came out of
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SLEEPING WHILE ON DUTY.
A ShOrtcoming of Soldiers That
Constitutes Crime.

Forty Men of the Britf-h Army Pay
ing Penalties In Dartmoor jail for
n Serious onenee-CouId Not Keep
Their Heavy-Lidded Eyes Open.
The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1901-11-10

. while an then he says, very SLOW, don't
know whether you're RELY got Q pat nanu,
or whether you've bluffin' on two pairs, put
this here hand IL good enough Tor one RAISE
anyhow, An he throws In two collars; o,
course Jenkins comes back at him, an
Jake hists him again.
We'll, jenkins, he keeps this up for a
while an made. maybe, three or four more
raises. but Jake keeps a raisin' back' an,
must have four OF a kind, an he calls.
you've guessed " right, sonny says
Jake. very aggravatin'. as he showed down
his tens, but for a man az plays poker Win
his mouth as well as you do, II TOOK a long
time for you TO find II out.
THAT set Jenkins a bilin'. There amt
nobody can win at poker against mat sort
o luck, he says, not when IT'S a mint game,
he says. but IL 1t was table stakes We wa
playin' I'd ha' won that pot all rght, ne
says. I'd opened II for the size o the POI,
an you'd never rave come In on a par o
tens
He were as mad as a wet hen, but JAKE
no were as cool as a cucumber, an ne says
Maybe l wouldn't, but II you think you
know how TO play table stakes az well a.
you do this kind Of a kindergarten game
suppose we make II table stakes
20. course it were a part o the game 70
get Jenkins as mad as they could. put IL
were almost pitiful 20 see how easy he were.
I'm agreeable he says, an, JUST na1ura,,y
tItIe Nun I HOIlt q lit wv thN'
objections. So they made IL table stakes
an each man put up $50.
IF ever there were n lamb led 70 the
slaughter, that there Jenkin would ma
beon one. II the Lord hadn't made a lackass
Of him at the outset. The boys they let him
win one or two pots To keep him goln an
then they started in for fair. II didnt make
no difference what he held. ~somebody'd hod
over him, OF II they seen he was real strong
they'd whipsaw him un less he put up ms
pile. just naturally they let him win some.
times, but twan't half ar hour afore he'd
bought three times. an he went broke IN
side Of an hour.
He were a hard loser, an he beefed about
his money 80 that nobody had no sympathy
for him. but when he come around the next
day an tried TO tell everybody how he'd
played every hand exactly AZ II oughter
been played the boys got together. an
resolved tina the easiest way to- get rid OF
him wa 70 buy him a ticketdown the river:
They greed that the peace and quiet o,
the town were worth more than the price o
the ticket an Jake give IL TO him with a fey,
partin' words. | don't just remember all
he said. but | know he old Jenkins the
best thing no could do was to find some
community where there didn't nobody
know nothin' an maybe he'd have a charst
o. teachin' somebody somethin'.
jenkins didn't like 1t much, but he
needed the ticket. He seen there was no
room for him here no more. an he went.