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Parsons Weekly Globe from Parsons, Kansas • 7

Parsons Weekly Globe from Parsons, Kansas • 7

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A WAS DEWEY exaiftple of after the manner already; described. It Is said that, meeting Maj. Pang- born in Washington two years ago, the admiral told him that all that was' worthy of consideration in his char acter had its beginning on that day. Incidents of the Youthful Days of the Hero of Manila A Born Leader. PROCESSIONS OF THE 1NJUREP, They Troop Into the unices of Down town l'hj sloUns.

Doctors' offices in the region of Randolph and State streets frequently Avit-ness strange scenes of accident and disorder, says Chicago Chronicle. More people are hurt in the busy down-town thoroughfares than the rest of the concentrated world imagines. The other morning in the waiting room of a prominent physician a woman had barely entered with a limp wrist bound in a handkerchief when a man opened the door hurriedly, his white face daubed with trickling streams of blood. "Tend to him first," moaned the woman, unselfishly. "Poor man, he seems to need it most." As the doctor examined his injuries the masculine victim told his story.

He was a painter and was decorating the interior of a jewelry store when he slipped from his ladder and fell face downward through the glass top of a showcase, a fall which accounted for his sanguinary appearance. "Nothing very much happened to me," gasped thought it was nothing much. I only slipped on an orange peel that lay innocently on the sidewalk, and the eon-sequence is a broken wrist, for, ol course, as I felt myself going I put out my hand to break my fall. I don't think I would have minded "it so much either," continued the suffering patient, "only that three men saw me slip and they could easily have caught me, but they only laughed." A way with men. the future admiral had leisure in which to concoct new plans for the entertainment of himself and his young friends.

During the Mexican war he was an ardent worshiper at the shrine of Gen. Taylor, who "licked the enemy every time." He never tired of looking at a picture of him which hung in his own home; and when the boys, catching the military spirit which pervaded the air, fought sham battles, he always insisted upon personating "Old Zack," assigning the part of Santa Anna to some one else, an apportionment of characters sometimes resulting in a mutiny. One night one of the younger set, then a "6-year-old," and not allowed to go with the big boys, recalls the fascination which his society had for him, and the hair-erecting stories of the yellow-back variety with which he sometimes regaled him. On a certain memorable evening the smaller boy, stealing away from home at dusk, joined young Dewey and two of his associates and accompanied them up a deep ravine to an old-fashioned sawmill, which they set in motion, the double object thus accomplished being the seeing of "the old thing shake itself to pieces" and the securing of a day's holiday for their friend, the miller's son, by the suspension of operations consequent upon draining the pond. The immense amount of snow which falls in the mountains and valleys of New England and the large deposits of ice which form its rivers make the breaking up of winter in that far' northern climate a period to which every boy endowed with a spirit of adventure looks eagerly forward.

Two small rivers, the Winooski and the Onion, come together in Montpelier in such a way as to form the letter and around this letter the town is built. In the spring, when these streams are swollen by the melting snows and pieces of ice are hurried along by the current, the boy who gets upon the smallest "cake" which will -bear his weight standing often in water four or five inches deep and succeeds in effecting a landing upon the mass of pulverized ice, interspersed with huge end-wise and criss-cross blocks, which lodges six miles below, becomes the hero'of the hour. On such occasions young Dewey was in his element, leading the way in every daring enterprise and acquiring that hardihood and utter disregard of danger of which the victory at Manila was the glorious outcome. It was while guiding his ice raft past bridges and piers, over cross-currents formed by the influx of lesser tributaries and around quick bends in the river, that he learned his first lessons in the science of navigation. "What man has done, man can do," was the motto which formed the propelling power of his young life, carrying him through every boyish undertaking.

Who knows but that it may have inspired his later achievements as well? Of his experience at the Washington County grammar school in Montpelier, the first educational institution which he attended, much has already been wrrittH. Its pupils, taught by first one tw.cher and then another, had acquired the reputation of being rather difficult subjects, and Dewey is saH to have taken an active part in tb initiatory hazing to which each new principal was subjected and to have been the riJg-leader in the revolts which marked the remainder of his connection with tbe school. When the Hon. Zebina K. Pangborn, ex-mayor of Jersey City, and now the editor and proprietor of the Jersey City Evening Journal, consented to take charge of these refractory young people at a salary of $6.25 a week, it was with the determination to establish a system of discipline among them to which they were strangers.

Dewey, being the first to rObel, was me.de an little figure, as with the lady's head pillowed upon his breast, he grasped an ear firmly with either small hand. "When the tooth was out and we were again alone he endeavored to convince me that a 'woman's screams but I had my own opinion on the subject, which logic failed to alter." On another occasion when the two boys had come into possession of a bottle of maple syrup they agreed to go to the schoolhouse, where a fire still burned in the stove, and "sugar it." Upon their arrival they happened to try the door leading to an upper room, and, finding it fast, although there was no lock upon it, they concluded that it was being held by some intruder, who, intent upon mischief, had concealed himself within. They called several times, and, receiving no an: swer, retired to a convenient distance and held a council of war, when George, as tacitly acknowledged organizer, decided that they would get into the upper window by climbing upon a shed roof, and dislodge the enemy. "You get a club from the woodpile," he unclasping it and slipping it into the breast pocket of his little spencer, "will take my knife. Let me go first, and if there are two of them you can club one while I finish the other." "All this was as real to us then," said my informant, "as was the battle at Manila afterward to him.

We made our way stealthily to the upper window, opening it with the utmost caution, lest our prey, apprised "of our approach, should escape us; but upon entering the room there was not a creature to be seen. On examining the door we found that the fire-shovel had fallen against it in such a way as to prevent its being opened from the outside, and the mystery being thus solved, we descended the. stairway and set about our syrup boiling." Another adventure in which the danger was by no means imaginary threatened a more serious termination, and might have reversed the victory at Manila. There was a pile of logs in the back yard at the Deweys, and the doctor having a professional call likely to detain him all day, George procured a half-filled powder horn, and, calling his young companions together, invited them to unite with him in self-appointed celebration. Having bored a hole in one of the logs and filled it with powder, they arranged a fuse, inserted a plug and retired to a safe distance to await results.

The plug was not driven in with sufficient force, however, and was blown out without making the desired report. Running forward with one impulse, the boys would have recharged, but Georye, waving them back, exclaimed: "One man's life is enough at a 'and going to the log, was proceeding to pour in more powdder, when it exploded directly in his face. With eyes fast shut he made straight for the raintub, and, plunging his head in, shook it violently about. When he raised it, with hair all singed and eyebrows and lashes gone, he presented a strangely altered appearance; but there was not a quiver on the small, powder-burned face, as, turning to his companions, he asked: "Does it gfcow much?" The least candid of them was obliged to admit that it did; but George, still sanguine of escaping detection, hoped that "after it stopped smarting it would look better." When the doctor returned from the distant call that evening, however, he found a patient awaiting him at and in the quiet seclusion of the tvo or three days following the adventu 'e Burlington Dr. Julius Dewey, the father of the admiral, while earning the means with which to pay for his professional training by teaching school in Vermont, acquired habits of economy which clung to him through life.

After his marriage and establishment in Montpelier, a large family connection living in his native town, Berlin, four miles distant, fell into a way when business called them to the capital of stopping with their teams at his house. The doctor stood it for a time in silence, but on a certain market day his patience suddenly gave way, and, meeting his guests at the gate, he directed them to a hotel in an adjacent square, where he assured them they would find better accommodations than he cculd furnish, and at "current rates." From this incident, which he frequently related, he dated his prosperity. He had always a high sense of his religious obligations, however, and was, indeed, the founder of Christ Protestant Episcopal church in Montpelier, where his distinguished son was baptized, attended Sunday school and was confirmed, and which became the fcc-elesiastical home of the family, The house which he occupied, and in which all of his children were born, was originally exceedingly small, but was several times added to. Within the last two or three years, wishing to replace this modest structure with a handsomer, more modern edifice, Edward Dewey, the second son, sold the dwelling and barn (retaining the grounds) for $150. Three days afterward the buildings were resold for $400, the last purchaser, who paid the cost of removal, placing them on a lot on State street.

Since the battle of Manila this house, as the birthplace and early home of its hero, has been an object of interest to-tourists and The latter, indeed, have threatened to carry it away piecemeal, a souvenir fiend in one instance wrenching off a silver-plated faucet and leaving the water funning in the bathroom with the pressure of the full system of 158 pounds. Of characteristic stories of Dewey many are preserved in the mental archives of those who were his companions in the boyish escapades of which he was the instigator, and in which he always played a prominent part. An incident in his earliest boyhood, graphically portrayed by one of these, brings vividly before us a delightful tragi-comedy, with the dramatis per-sonae and stage setting of front yard and vine-clad cottage. As the two children were at play one morning a lady, with- the indubitable toothache symptoms of swollen face and hand pressed to cheek, alighted from a vehicle before the gate and asked to see the doctor. Deciding to apply the only infallible remedy, and wishing to get the best light upon his patient, that gentleman asked that she would take her seat in the front doorway, resting her feet on the upper step.

But here a new diuculty arose. The improvised dental chair provided no support for the head, and, summoning the little visitor, the operator directed him to stand behind her, put his hands on either side of her face, and let her brace herself against his shoulder. "I did as I was told," continued the narrator, "but at the first twist of the old-fashioned turnkey the patient uttered a yell which, never having heard an Indian war whoop, thrilled me with horror, and, deserting my post, I fled In dismay. In an instant George was in my place, and I can see now the set look of determination upon hi3 face ar.d the resolute pose of hi3 sturdy RUN TWO MILES A MINUTE. Inventor Claims "Wonderful Speed for a Single Kail Line.

From the New York Sun: An English inventor has built a railroad or which trains run regularly at the ratfl of 100 miles an hour and frequently attain a speed of from two to three miles a minute. And it is a practical achievement, with full-sized cars capable ol carrying 100 passengers each, so practical, indeed, that F. B. Behr, the inventor, has just formed a syndicate for constructing a line on his new system between Liverpool and Manchester, He calls it the "lightning express railway." It makes the distance of about thirty miles in twenty minutes, including stops. Between stations the cars will frequently attain a speed of miles a minute.

The trains run on a single rail set several leet auove ground on tresue worK ana the motive power is i'urnished by electricity. The cars somewhat resemble a big oblong bun, turned upside down, xxiVinnlc; wet ir-r nlnnc iho nnrt that answers for the bun crease and hedged about with guide wheels, so that it cannot jump the track along which it is propelled. Work on the Liverpool and Manchester road will begin within a few months. The first line of the kind built by Mr. Behr.near Brussels, llgium, has been in operation several months.

Why Fnrninff Wood Crackles. Wood crackles when it is ignited because the air expanded by heat forces its way through the pores of the wood with a crackling noise. Green wood makes less snapping than dry, because the pores contain less air, being filled with sap and moisture, which extinguish the flame, whereas the pores of dry wood are filled with air, which supports combustion. Love Juarrels. Iiiv You are so freakish you ought to bo in a dime museum.

She If it were more than a dime, you woultf never B6: me again. Indianapol.

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