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NEW YORK, SUNDAY, AUGUST 13, 1899. PAGES 15 TO 22. TRIUMPH OF UTILIZATION. I THE BMPOKL75TN SECOND SECTION. JULIAN RALPH'S THE CITY'S GARBAGE AND REFUSE ARE WORTH $2,000,000 A YEAR.

LONDON LETTER. Comments on Politics, Recent Legislation, Sir Thomas Upton, Tall Children and Pleasant and Unpleasant Fads. ses Jake, 'we've got a kicker an' forty "We'd run out ov pervislons about thet time an' hed go t' th' nex' town for em. Ses Jake, 'Let's take th' bay an' see what we I didn't like say no. but I was really afraid ov th' brute.

Howsumever we hetched up to th' buckboard an' started. Well, sir. yo' never see sicli a purty driver es he was all th' way over; prompt, cheerful, good gaited, keepin' right up t' th' collar, up hill an' down, along eight mile an hour. 'He's a ses Jake, when we got into town. "Wc loaded up th' buckboard with pervislons an' started back.

It was th' samp way; no tire, roadln' es straight es a dip an' we was talkin' about what a prize we'd got an' how we ought to get not less'n two hundred fur him when Biff! We come to a stan' still an' all I could see was forty million hoss heels playin' up an' do.vn afore my face an' th' ole buckboard was rockin' like an anchored cat boat in a gale o' wind. "Jake was holdln' on to th' seat for all he was wuth an' I was holdin' on with both hands. Afore you could say Jack Robinson thet bay hoss was lookin' over th' dashboard into our eyes es meek es Moses. Tho dern brute hed kicked hisself out ov' th' shafts, kicked hisself out ov' th' harness an' kicked hisself clean aroun', head for tail. 'Are yon there, cries out Jake.

'Yes, I'm I ses, 'an th' hoss is here and his race this autumn because he Is pushing himself along too immodestly. The sporting element in the aristocracy is all united in the hope that the Shamrock will win, because sport is sport, and knows no distinctions except what are represented by the words "winner" and "loser." There is really an undue amount of Lipton Just now. GABBAGE PLANT AT BARREN ISLAND. the Method of Unloading Scows by Means of Inclined Elevators. frien'ly 'cause I hadn't never let him stick me an' I hedn't never stuck him.

Amongst Gypsy George's lot was a fine lookin' sbapy brown hoss, plump an' fat, clean limbed an' well hoofed. Thet brown hos3 filled my eye at once an' I started In for a trade. So far es The Processes Employed at Barren Island, Where Serviceable Articles of All Kinds Are Manufactured From the 111 Smelling Materials. Not many of tbc millions or persons who make up tho thrones on New York's thoroughfares know that there is gold in the garbage they see scattered over the streets and lying in the gutters. Fewer still know the method by which the gold is extracted.

To the average member of the great public the banana peels, watermelon rluds, dirty rags, tin cans, rotted fruits and decaying vegetables are simply parts of a great nuisance. They are of no value and only of importance because thc are an offense to both the senses of sight and smell and a menace to the public health. The waste is never thought of except as fetid filth and should be quickly destroyed. As to the proper way to destroy it the New Yorker has only a hazy idea, and very few men have more than a vague and indistinct knowledge of the real disposition or tha garbage. Thoy see it swept together and carted away; then it is gone and a.

it scsscs no vn I uc in th' ir sight they do not bother to wonder whether it is cremated or dumped into the sea. 's garbage is worth $2,000,000 a year. That Is very nearly the exact sucn annually realized from the filthy stuff after il as Passed through the plant of the New i otk ionization uompany, wmon disposes oi all the garbage of the City of New York. Two big twin factories on the extreme eastern end of Barren Island convert the kitchen refuse am! vegetable matter into commercial com modities and two oilier plants near by, but under a different management, take the putrid flesh of all the animals that die in the city and make it into some of the most valuable articles of daily use. High priced commodities for the market ara manufactured from the mass of reeking filta Condensers of All Gases Arising From Ail Parts of the Barren Island Factory.

that is daily gathered from thr streets and from th( buck yards or ih Now York reside nts. Costly toilet soap that is advertised as being from p.t'. ly vegetable oils Is manufactured from this garbage. The finest of lubricating oils on the market are made from the carcasses of tho deal animals. Candles that burn in golden candlesticks ara molded from grease that is pressed out ot 'he city's refuse.

Fresh vegetables on the to day were giv their flavor and nutritions qualiiii by fertilizers manufactured from tho refuse of vegetables that were on the table a year ago. The dirty rugs picked up with the street garbage and gathered with tho kitchen slops are sold from the sta tlonery stores as white paper and discarded tin cans are; melted to bp used in a part of the construction of the finest mansions in the city. These' arc only a few of the triumphs of utilizatii.ii. By the apphr al ion of this principle of praeti. utility to tin cn atust and most despised material in the world a company of men is fort ut.es and the City Nrw York is having its garbasre disposed nf at a price hut is nearly nothing.

By this utilization mi atom is wasted. The rcfuso is carried to Barren Island in sc and there every particle, is turned to sonic good use. The vegetable matter and kin hen refuse is put into big that separate THE CITY'S GARBAGE. the solids from the parts, the oils from the waters ami the different products out in mark. talil Kv.

rv day in an rig, over one the.usaml is Bar! is lei im hungry digci.irs an.i day wo IioimI. i oil. 1S tilize rs are i ate! l.a rf. l. f.

Whib very ay In the thai would disease mid i.eMiic.ce is 1 it. destroyed. So.11. of elll. ials of the city claim that ret, .1 rknl.lo is done more sat ot ll, a tic 1 manner and with less dau ei to health of the people than the work of of the gar Puce 1 1111 I.I bt a.

iishe in any way. Others, and ilioiisaois that the p. esctil system ity its refus. i. a noisy: and tii.it factories on Ilarrori island ar.

i. p. and thai de ath an 1 si the odors that are carried by tin In z. that the Islauel to the dv.eiiitm pla.vs of thousands. 'o matter which is is certain that the plains that now the gar li.

ige will be abolish. 1 other tne tlio'l of oti lne! itm er. task of disposing of the city's v.a.tc Alii have lei be put tine effort far other method has ii suggest! '1 a a re: Two bills to abolish the Barren Island lories were presented at the last Legislature, and one of of them presented by Senator Wagner, who lives at Far Rockaway and who claims! to be a victim of the nuisance, was passed. The 1 (Correspondence ol the Eagle.) THE TORIES' London, August 2 There are as many politics to ADVANTAGES. the square Inch here as anywhere else in the world and to day the Liberals and Radicals are severely twitting toe government Tor rushing a lot of bills through the Parliament at the close or the session when there is neither time nor energy lor discussion.

The truth is simply that we are approaching an election and the opposition is trying a number ol charges in order to see which one or ones will stick and serve for campaign battle cries. No one can ever tell which point cl attack will make the most impression 'Upon the people; It may be something that the editors think very little ot when they are trying all the charges they can think of as a clothier tries on garment after garment until his customer gets one that suits him. The answer which the government makes to those who condemn it is lound in the straightforward statement or Its position on the affair in the Transvaal. "We have put out hand to the plow and we will not turn back." It will take tons of electioneering arguments and very' grave weaknesses in the government itself to overcome the effect upon the public this flatfooted and vigorous policy in Africa. The Liberals, led by their great organ, the Manchester Guardian, are inclined to side with the Boers and are decidedly of the opinion that a war with them would be a crime; but the mass of Englishmen feel that England will sooner or later grab the Transvaal, that England must have it in order to make the lower half and the northeast corner of Africa all English property, manageable without friction.

There rore they say "Why delay the inevitable? And why give the Boers any encouragement in their futile hope for independence since such a course will only make the final acquisition of their country harder to bring about?" It is those who think thus who are pleased with the firm position of the government and they are in the majority. As to the rain of charges of jobbery and of favoring special classes by the government, the country looks on and listens dumbly because it sees that, bad as matters may be made to look, the Tory government offers at least a better management of the nation than could be expected from the opposition. Very many persons may sympathize more or less with some of the criticisms of this year's legislation, but being asked to choose between the devil and the deep sea they prefer to leave things as they are. AMERICANS The Americans wh are ADC Tnme'O on are tne earns Ant I UK I CO. view but it is a curious fact that Americans who live here soon become Tories.

There is a good reason for this in the fact that the Liberals and Radicals, with an immensity of right and logic on their side, are obviously incompetent to manage the country. They haven't got any talent that is not mediocre or worse. Rosebery would amount to little if you took away his pictur esqueness; old Harcourt is stronger in his self esteem and personal prejudices than in any valuable qualities of leadership; Asquith, who was long talked of as the "coming man," seems to have decided not to come, and Sir Henry Campbell Bannerman is seen to be a man who might lead a united and harmonious party, yet is not able to produce those happy conditions in a party which lacks them lamentably. RECENT It is charged that the bill creat BILLS. ing an Irish agricultural department never would have passed except that the improvement of Irish land means the improvement of Irish rents to English landlords.

That may be so and yet It is a very good thing, striven for by the most enlightened Irishman as a means of redeeming a country whose farming methods are medieval. As to the' clergyman's titho bill a word of explanation is necessary. The clergy ask for tithes for their support, but have no power to enforce their claim against any British subject who does not care to contribute. They can hang a claim upon non paying property, but they cannot collect it by foreclosure and sale Yet they are obliged to pay an income tax upon not what they get but what is due to them. The present bill Is to relieve them of this injustice and though the Liberals who are largely non conformists, oppose the bill, the fact remains that even Mr.

Gladstone declared in unequivocal language that the clergy should only be taxed upon their actual incomes. The worst thing about the bill to buy out tlio rights of the Royal Niger Company seems to me that it is rushed ahead at the very close of the session. That gives color to the opposition charge that the company could be bought out for half what the government proposes to give them. As a sop to the discontented poor we now have a Tory committee reporting in favor of pensioning all the aged persons in Great Britain who have reached the age of 65 without having been in jail, provided that they do not earn $2.50 a week and have not saved enough io get them an income of $130 a year. All such are to receive between SI.

25 and $1.75 a week. This is not merely Socialism of the very extreme sort represented by the still experimental and doubtful employers' liability bill, but it is Socialism gone stark mad. It puts a premium upon slackness and discourages thrift, making it best not to have saved all that one could and almost as well not to have saved anything at all; and this at an estimate cost of $50,000,000 a year to the taxpayers. It looks veiy much like a measure to go before the country with, to juggle with and to promise as a future Godsend to the poor provided the poor will vote the Tory ticket. LIPTON'S You wi" harcI1y be prepared to hear that there are people METHODS, here who wish that Sir Thomas Lipton would lose in the coming yacht contest.

There are very many such, however, and they all belong to what are called "the gentry." Men may get titles here by the sbrewd or noble use of money, but the proud old families among whom these newly titled folks are thus thrust feel toward them about as an old Virginia planter family feels toward a Chicago man who has bought the land adjoining their ancestral acres. These people here actually call Lipton "a grocer," as if that was a terrible thing to be, and they say. they hope he will lose bis money He has not even kept out of the courts. Not long ago he was the subject of a test case to determine whether he or any one else had the right to put up goods in paper bags in such a manner as to make the weight of the bag displace the proper figure in the weight of goods purchased by the customer. He had been putting tea in bags and" then weighing the two things together, or had used special weights which allowed for the weight of the bag into which the tea was to be packed.

The case went against Lipton, naturally, though it was admitted that what he had been doing was a more or less common custom in trade. The case remined me of a wonderful story we used to read about the amazing 3aving this same shrewd Scotchman affected in his business by cutting his wrapping paper ir assorted sizes to suit the majority of pur chases made in his multitudinous shops. The old plan had been to leave the wrapping paper in the original sheets to be torn off by the clerks as carelessly as. they pleased, so that one might use a piece big enough to wrap five pounds of tea for a one pound purchase. Now each weight has its own sized sheet of paper specially cut for it.

A still greater saving was made, we are told, by the disuse of string which in so enormous a trade as Lipton's cost thousands of pounds sterling a year. Paste was substituted for string and a fortune in saving was the result. There is much for us to praise and to learn in these legitimate instances of thrift, but I am glad that it has been settled that no tradesman in England may weigh bis packages In with the goods he sells. As soon as I read of the shrewd practice I recalled how often I had been "done" in America in the same way without knowing that I was being squeezed. I grew hot even over the recollection.

OUR TALL A stranSe thing that is nc PHII nRPM ticed about the fifty thou OnlLUn tIM. sand Americans who are now in London or hereabouts is that those among them who are parents and accompanied by their children are all given to looking up to their offspring. I do not mean looking up to them in reverence and esteem, though, perhaps, that is also true of us who give our children so much freedom and self management. What I do mean is that they are all taller than their parents. One sees Mr.

Ghoate's son bending low down to converse with his distinguished parent; one observes your fellow townsmen, Horace Du Val and Chester S. Lord, gazing skyward when they converse with their hopefuls, and, bless me, if it is'riot "the same with the girls. Our girls seem to have thrown off the shackles of mere middle height beauty such as Dana Gibson gave them, and the Du MaurieT lamppost figure has thrown the Gibson dumpling out of court. I do not know how to account for the swiftness with which these things are brought about; I mean I do not understand how Du Maurier did it so quickly. He began the practice of building tall girls in Punch years before he wrote "Trilby," and I am told that the English flesh and blood girls, who were short at that time, all began to grow up to his pictures.

Then he assailed America with "Trilby," and, presto we are so much quicker than the English all our darlings shot up to the altitude of the modem office building. Perhaps in time they will really vie with these buildings and will be able to reach in to dear papa's office for pin money without using the elevator. Already the American papa looks as if it would be advisable for him to ring up his daughter and telephone what he has to say to her as he walks by her side In the streets. ADVANTAGES OF EXPATRIATION. I said there were 50, 000 Americans here, but that is merely what I have read.

I have only met 48,776 of my old friends so far this summer, which is yet young. How good a thing it is that there should never bo a thorn without its rose! Being doomed by necessity, breadwinning and other trifles to spend another year on this cside, I am reconciled to that otherwise hard fate by the fact that I see more of my friends hero than I would if I stayed home see more of them and see them to much better advan tage. Here they are idling and holidaying and bent on having good times. Men who would not have the leisure to spend more than a passing wcrd on the street or ten minutes at the club in New York come to my house new and chat a whole afternoon, or through a long evening. Then I discover anew why I have liked them and clung to them.

You know how that is: At home I saw so little of them that I came to regard them as persons who were very nice once, when they were in school or before hey grew the cares of success And hero I find that they are still nice deep down in their marrows. Often they are old friends who have married and drifted into new circles, and I have not known their wives. But here their wives come trooping so to speak along with them, and I get to know them. Why, merely to know a whole lot of American wives that you would not have known at home makes a mere sentence of four years in London seem a term worth serving out without an effort at breaking jail. ENGLISHWOMEN'S rh English UNPLEASANT FADS.rV" really, they're not apart from prejudice.

One keeps hearing worse and worse stories about those who move in the circles which are the most interesting. When I first came three years ago, they were pretty nearly all smoking cigarettes after dinner, but I thought it was only an amusing fad, a pastime ot a season. Nowadays, bless me! if I don't begin to hear of this lady who has to have a cigarette in the middle of the dinner, or she can't ge on eating, or or another who sneaks up to the servants' story and smokes in the hall ov goes out in the garden to smoke in houses where smoking Is not considered good form for women. And the men who are married among these fashionable women tell me that they are nearly all mad over stock gambling, that every one keeps her broker and that the douce is to pay among the men who eventually have to foot the losses. My letters do not run to scandal and have not got the yellow tingt I hope which would make me invent these things merely to be interesting or exaggerate them for the same end.

In sober truth, the fashionable women, and those who wish they were such, are not as loreable THE Side View, Showing and admirable a lot as our women, who, happily, are going in for intellectual equality with men and for refornib and those movements which may amuse philosophers, yet certainly harm no one. SHEFFIELD PLATE AND BLACK OAK. The craze for Sheffield plate is coming to an end for the reason that so much has already gone to America that one large dealer in curio silver tells me he really thinks of going to America to buy back again as much as he can. That which I bought in the small way in which a journalist does such things has nearly doubled in value in three years and it is very difficult and expensive to get any moro. Sheffield plate was made by a process which is one of the lost arts.

It is nearly ninety years since it ceased to be made. The manufacturers had a way of welding silver and copper together in bricks or cubes and in the proportions needed to produce a light or heavy plating when the mass was rolled out into sheets. They can still weld or join the two metals and can roll them out together, but the moment they attempt to work the sheets into curved patterns and fanciful forms the silver parts from the copper. The fine old stuff has a rosy glow which no electro plated ware possesses and which tickles the cockles of the hearts of those who love the beautiful. It has gone now, except from the chests of the rich who know enough to hang on to it with love and pride.

It has gone to America mainly and I have even heard that it is cheaper there than here, where a good sized tray of the best period will fetch $100 to day. The present craze of the curio hunting American is carved black oak and the way we are all or most of us being taken in on the stuff is a caution. In the first place, genuine old black oak was never carved or was carved only a very little until thirty years ago, when there was a fancy for working up the plain but rich chests and chairs, sideboards, tables and settles which had been fabricated of this wood. To day practically all that is offered is ornately carved and nine tenths of it is made in a factory in the outskirts of London. Farmhouses are stocked with it and the farmers stand it ostentatiously in their windows to catch the American gudgeon and make him believe that their grandfathers were the original owners or the things, which they ask ridiculous prices for and will replace the next week with more goods from the same busy mill.

It is loaded Into the inns and taverns all over the land for the same unholy purpose and it is going to America by the ship load. At the same time there is a little genuine old oak. merely paneled or with just a beading or molding of rude carving, and that we Americans are passing by with upturned noses as ugly and not possessing a money's worth appearance. JULIAN RALPH. SOME TOUCHES OF NATURE.

Bear Seat Passengers on a Trolley Car Illustrate the Ways of the World. Yesterday a girl crowded into the rear seat of a Seventh avenue electric car at the Manhattan entrance to the big bridge and four fat smokers grudgingly made room for her, dering why she did not find a place forward, where there was plenty of room. Her eyes followed every movement of the handsome young conductor as he collected the fure s. When he came to the rear seat he received a nickel from her and one from each of the four men, and, ringing up four fares, pressed five pennies into her palm, and the obese smoker nearest her saw her fingers close upon them and the finger and thumb that tendered them, while a scarcely perceptible tremor thrilled the arm against his own. Out of the corner of his eye the smoker also saw an exchange ot lingering glances that explained the situation, and when the conductor from the rear platform rated his elbows on the lowered window sash and conversed with the girl in low tones, she pressed her shoulders between his extended arms, the other three smokers also were satisfied, and the four read their newspapers, smiling as if the reporters had that day been unusually clever.

The scene was unchanged until the car reached Nevins street, on Atlantic avenue. Of course the conductor had to collect fares, issue transfers, ring for starts and stops and answer questions, but out to Nevins street, his car, so to speak, was festooned with roses. There two of the smokers left the car, by that time well filled, and three women entered. Two were old maids. The third got in first, and when she was seated but one vacant place remained.

After staring at the smoker next the pretty girl in vain, one sat down and somewhat testily asked the other to sit on her knee. Of course she sat sideways, and, of course, her fsce was toward the conductor's wooing. In half a minute she was perceptibly scandalized. In another half her companion in misfortune shared her indignation and both stared at the unconscious lovers with that cold and stony fixedness tha only old maids can command. The fat smoker saw it all.

He held up hia newspaper so it shielded the youthful pair from the prying eyes beyond him, and the wrath of the lap ensconced maiden rose to a high pitch. Finally she asked, with malig natu solicitude, the companion who supported her: "Am I not too heavy?" and without awaiting a reply frostily, but with insinuating emphasis, added: "I'd stand if my shoes were not so tight!" The smoker lowered his newspaper a little and said, apparently to the conductor: "I'd give that old lady my seat if I hadn't an ingrowing toe nail." There was a tittering all over the crtr, then a signal, a pull of the bell ropt, a gentler stoppage than usual; for the motorman, also young, seemed in a dreamy mood, a flouncing out of two angry women, an exchange of smiles of mutual approval between the fat man behind the newspaper and the lovers, and the car and the wooing proceeded. too. quite quiet. 'He orter ses Jake, 'arter slch a mat inay es "It was lucky thet wp wasn't far from camp when th' bay took th' kickin' fever fur I Jed to lead the ay and Jake hed to pull th' I waggon.

"Thet arternoon while we was sewln' onto th' harness, makin' it hull agin Jake busts out all ov a suddint: 'No. we ain't goin' t'git thet brown money maker back agin. Two cases ov blind staggers into one boss ain't es bad es th' llght nin' heels ov thet 'Th' nex' mornin' artr we'd cleared arter breakfast, the farmer we'd traded th' brown hoss come up. 'You ain't seen nothin' ov thet brown hoss I traded for with you hev be ast. "No, we hadn't seen nothin' ov him.

he ses. '1 put him into th' barn las' night an' locked th' door. This mornin' th' door's there an' th' lock's thore an' th' barn's there but th' brown hoss 1 'How'd he get ast Jake. ses he. 'Busied a hole thro' th' side of th' barn.

So long. I must hunt him "He hadn't gone away more'n a minnit when a man come os we'd give a good trade to an' sed there was a man a preacher to one ov the churches in th' neighborhood es wanted a 'joss thet could plough good thet lived about two miles up th' road. "Jake proposed we should try th' bay on him, so we hetched him up to th' buckboard, but we shoved the seat rs far back es we could get it. Howsumever the bay druv es Iamb like es you could want all th' way out an' we found th' preacher ploughin' corn with an ol' blind boss. "We opened up our business an' the preacher sed it was right thet he wanted a hoss.

It was plain he iikod the bay standin' In front ov th' buckboard an' begun fast questions. 'There' ses 'there's th' hoss. You know es much about him es I do. We got him in a trade las' nig'nt. We've drove him t'town an' out here.

Wp ain't goin' to give you no stories about him 'cause wc don'l know. We think he's sound, can't find anything wrong about him thet shows a blemish. Now I tell you; take th' hoss, put him before th' plough, plough an hour with him an' tht you'll know more about him than we do now. Ef he suits you giv us for him. Kr he don't we'll take i him back an' it won't cost you a "Thet hit th' preacher es bcin' about right i an' be hetched th' bay to th' plough.

Jake I sci ouwii on a oig liat stun on th' edge ov th' corn field an' chucked quarters to whether th' hay would kick afore he got t'th end ov the furrer. I hed th' kickin' end ov It: Jake hed th' end thet th' hoss wouldn't kirk. Well, sir, I paid Jake twenty two quarters Th' preacher ploughed twenty two fur rers an' th' bay never kicked onct but Jake an' me was kickin' onrsels thet wc didn't ast. more'n cs price on tit' hoss. "The short ov it is tht th' preacher give up sixty fur th' boss an' five fur th' buckboard an' wc went back to camp with iir harness on our shoulders.

"What we kicked mos' about was thet we'd FOUND IN lost th' brown money maker. I tell you thet was th' most vallybul bit ov hossllesh fur tradin'. Along ev th' ev'nin' the farmer come to tell us he'il found th' brown boss in a pastur lot night a mile from hum. We offered him for th' Drown but he Ik take for hltn; thet in take th' staggers out ov him by starviu' him. "He didn't, fur wc th' fall thet arter th' hoss hed brtik" two bucRiiv, a w.tg gon, the old woman's arm.

an' jumped th' ole man into a tMll pond re h. nigh drownded by gitten tangled up with Hag root he toeik him York sold "Well th' nex' iiinnti. i' arur we'd sold th' bay tvi' preacher we pulled up stakes an' moved on. We lied t'go on th' mad thet run along the backside th' preach, r's farm an' es wp come up to bis place wi s.v him ploughin' potatoes with th' bay hoss in a lie Id right on th' road. "He wasn't jisi ploughin' when we see him.

He was off an' shotttln' an' swearln' sech es I never be' i an' lb' bay was tryin' t' make kimliin' wed th' plough beam with his hind feet. "I never herrd u. swearin' en. up from any man's iipy ainnc a ju arhe r's. I v.

thet shocked at th" pel f.i it I th' wtiip to th' lieiss. draggin' th' van. so es to git nut ov lh' lit an' hey started tip so suddint thet I tear pitch. 1 out ov th' van. Evi ti v.

a th' 1:111 out ov sight an' i op yen Joar him swear an' i If ki' "Asa wlie.b ho lid you horse trader was askel. "Es a hull puny well," he r. plied gravely. "We went out with a van. a burkhnar s' v.

skateF an' no money. We um hum with th' van. three buggies, a surrey waggon, nine good bosses and H20 good money." SBACOAL. s. fA." i I i i I I "EPH" AS A GYPSY He Tells How the Brown Horse With, the Staggers Brought In Money Until He Was "Swapped" for the Bay That Kicked.

"Get Uncle Eph Miller to tell how he went out as a gypsy," advised a friend. Eph Miller is a character, known the county wide, in a community but a short dis tance from New York City an inveterate, nay, a professional norse trader, since 'swap pin' is his sole means of subsistence. Keen, canny, shrewd, he is yet a kindly man of mid dle age, in appearance much older than he really is, and blessed with a dry humor which is the delight of his acquaintances. Just at present his favorite topic is the unrighteousness of the trolley, the bicycle and the "auter mober, recent unholy inventions which have seriously interfered with his trade. i you, sir, ne said on a recent oc casion when in the full tide of eloquent de nunciation, "I tell you, sir, them things is ciear uvyuence tnat in devil has taken a fresh holt on to this world.

Trolleys 's bad ntcycJes lead to cussln', but auter mobers take you plumb into profanity, for they are just unorthodox inwentions ov th' devil, plumb agin th' teachin's ov th' Scripters, Why th' fust time I seed one ov thecn auter mobers I. swore straight ahead for one half hour an' it took me six months of good hon est noss tradin to square thet outburst, ef it's squared yit. 1 ask you es a plain, sensible question, ef Christ, insted ov comln' on th' back ov an honest four footed beast ov bur den, sech es they hed in them days, hed come saUin into th' streets ov Jeeroosalem anovin in crank ov a auter mober. do you tnink ne hed a chanct ov redeemln' a sin gie sinner or tnis world? No, sir. I tell vo' th' sinners is in great luck thet Christ come into this world afore th' devil thought ov them cussed auter mobers." In an effort to follow the advice of the friend who had aroused curiosity as to the experience of Uncle Eph as a gypsy, the old horse trader was found lounging at the open door of his barn.

"Yo' heerd tell ov thet, did yo'?" he asked when, after he had been convinced no horse deal was in prospect, the question had been asked. "Not the story, merely the fact that you once did go out as a gypsy," was the reply. "Well, it's some years ago now," said the old man as he walked across the barn floor, and, picking up a half bushel measure! brought it to the barn door, turning It upside down to use as a seat. "Yo' see business that time was dull doin' nothin'. I hed four ole skates into th' barn an' no good boss flesh help out.

Over in th' nex' town there was a frend o' mine, Jake Somers, in the same line ov business, in puny much th' same fix he hed three skates no one would hev at enny price. Well, wo traded an' traded until all his three hed bin in my barn an' all ov my four hed bin in his barn an' hed ail got back agin lust es we hed sfnrii ir, th' tradin'. for he couldn't sell or trade mino enny more'n I culd Iiisn. So one day him an' botched up t'gether th' best ov mine an' in nest ov hisn an' started nut see if th' I combination wouldn't work. But we didn't do nothin'.

Es wc was ridln' along we struck a camp o' gypsies where they was tradin' bosses to beat th' band. D'yo know a gypsy kin trade a hoss where a Christian man can't get a show? Well, it's so. It's an evydence ov th' ginoral dishonesty ov mankind. There's a well hefted belief that th' gypsies steal their bosses an' thet nit rid ov them quick they'll let 'em go cheap an' thet. es it ain't s'posin' that a ninn'll steal a poor hoss when he can steal a good one.

why there's lots ov people thet thinks they kin git a good hoss cheaper from a gypsy then they kin from anybody else. Well, 'taint so. Gypsies don't steal their hosses. hut they're great jockies. I tell yon.

an' thny ain't above lettln' poeple ooiieve tney steal 'em pf th' pceple Insist on so belicvin' an' ef it'll help a good trade. No. sir. there ain't no fly blown gypsies trad in' hosses. "But that ain't my story," continued the old man.

bringing himself up with a round turn. "While wo was slttln' by a watchin' an' I was thlnkin' fur some scheme whereby I could run in our skates on to th' gypsies, divyin' up th' profits with 'em, Jake broke out all ov a suddlnt: 'There you are he sed, 'there our steer. Let's you an' I fix up that there little furniture van you got with thet grey hoss that hed a jack In th' off hind leg when you traded for your black pacln' mare, for a gypsy waggon an' takin' our seven hosses to go out on th' gypsy "I seed the game an' all there was in It on th' jump. 'It's a I sed. Well, sir.

less'n a week we was out on th' road, th' van fitted up with two beds an' a cook stove, two hosses puliin' it. a buckboard tied on behind an' a string ov five bosses follcrin'. We struck luck th' fust day out tradin' one of Jake's hosses for a sum better skate an' five dollars to boot I say sum better guess he was, but while he was good looker an' a good trader an' hed a uppy up sort o' way of carryin' his head, he wouldn't back, 'cause ho couldn't hurt in th' backbone an' ef you pulled him up sharp he'd come down on his haunches: goin' straight he was all right. But we was five dollars ahead on the deal. "Well, th' nex' day we run up agin th' gypsy camp thet hed give us the idee ov startln" out an' I found thet I knowed th' head gypsy Gypsy George, he waB called a feller I hed traded hosses with before an' we was I could sea th' hoss was sound, but I knew sunthin' was th' matter 'cause Gypsy George hed him.

When I talked about tradin' George ses, ses he. 'You don't want that hoss, he's got th' blind I looked at George and see he was tellin' th' truth, an' I see, too, he wasn't anxious t' swap. I reckoned he didn't want to swap fur th' same reason I wanted th' hoss. I ses, 'I've bin runnin' in hard luck sometime. Let me hev the hoss an' I'll give yo' a good trade fur "Well, th' short ov it is he let me hev him, but I hed to give up two ov my ole skates.

George wanted money, but we didn't hev any 'cept that five dollars an' we wanted thet for pervlsions. "Well, sir, thet brown hoss tho' he uster git a fit ov th1 staggers once ev'ry twenty four hours was th1 mos' vallybul bit ov hossflesh I ever hed anythin' t'do with. We traded thet hoss ev'ry day fur two weeks, gittln' ten, fifteen, twenty, even thirty dollars t' boot ev'ry time. When anybody pitched onto him fur to trade we allers sed, 'Thet hoss won't suit an' 'You don't want thet But she never missed for th' feller that wanted t' trade was certain we hed some game in not wantin' t' let th' hoss go an' hev It he would. But nex' mornin', reg'lar, back he'd come, bright an' early fur to swap back.

Oh, we'd swap back 'cept we wouldn't give back th' money t' boot. Thet was agin our principles. Yes, sir; thet hoss was th' beat money maker I ever hed. In two weeks we tuk in $180 on him an' hed th' hoss es well. "But we lost him at th' end of three weeks.

Yo' see one morning as Jake and me was dis oussin' whether we hedn't better pull up stakes an' go furder, there came by a farmer an oldish sort ov a man. hair all over his face, grizzled, with a big nose stickln' out ov th' With two sharp eyes on each side ov it. He was ridin' bare back a good likely bay hoss, thet hed a easy, prompt, cheerful gait, thet I liked the looks of right away. The farmer was carryin' a horseshoe in his hand an' es you could see that one shoe was offen a foot of th' hoss I was certain he was goin' to th' blacksmith's to hev it put on. "Es he was passin' he pulled up suddln like.

sort ov s'prised. he ses, 'What's this? Gypsies?" "He hed a jerky way of talkin' in a loud voicp. We 'lowed we could be wuss 'n gypsies an' he ast ef we hed any stock to trade. Thet's what we hed an' while Jake was talking to him I was sizin' up the bay he was on an' th' longer I looked th' better I liked It. Well, he slid down from his hoss and puliin' the lines over his head led It up while he looked over our stock.

Of course he got his eye on th' brown hoss to onct an" we waited for him to break ground for a trade. 'Nice lookin' hoss," he sed. I sed, 'nice lookin' 'How'll you trade for this bay hoss o' mine 'Oh, thet brown hos3 won't suit I sed. 'He won't, hey? Why not? What's wrong with 'Oh. he ain't th' kind ov a hoss you I sed.

'Now, here's somethin' thet'Il suit you "1 tried to pint out a sorrel mare to him. 'How do you know what'll suit he jerked out with a bigger voice. 'This brown hoss is what suits "I saw he was suspicious thet we didn't want to let th' brown hoss go an' be was right in a way, so I sed 'I don't want to trade thet brown hoss "Thet made him all th' hotter to git him an he sed: 'I don't want nothin' here 'cept thet brown hoss. Now how '11 yo' I looked his bay over. It was a likely lookin' animal hed a meek eye, yet plentv ov fire into It an' es far as I could see was sound; hed no blemishes, an' his mouih showed up young.

So I sed we'd take fifty dollars to boot. 'Lot me ride him es far es th' ses he. 'I kin tell all I want t'know about a hoss ridin' him thet "He got on him an' went up t' th' corner an' come back. 'Give yo' forty t' he sed. 'He's your I said.

"He pulled out his forty an' handed II over an' es I was countin' it I was thlnkin' whether he'd be back with th' hoss thet arter noon or In th' mornin'. Meanwhile he changed bridle an' got onto th' brown hoss. Just es he was goin' to go away he ses: 'Say, don't you hetch thet bay hoss up to no "I looked at him tryln' to see if he was playln' me honest or jest giving me a guy. But he looked honest. I ast, 'Will he ses he.

'He'll kick th' stars out ov th' 'Well, my ses I. 'thet's all right. Now, don't put thet brown hoss to no gon, don't you put him into no barn, an' don't you put him in no pastur 'Well, ses he, 'where in shall I put mm 'He's your ses I. '1'ut him into bod with you ef you want to, but keep yer fam'ly half a mile away from him. He's th' wust case of blind staggers I i vpr sec' 'H he ses.

'Get "He up th' road an' aroun' th' corner at a purty good gait. ses I to my pardner, 'we've lost th' brown money maker. Thet feller's game. He won't bring th' hoss.