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Saved From Prison.

SAVED FROM PRISON .

" THAT reminds me , " remarked Bro . Schmoker , " of an adventure that befell me some twenty odd years ago , while returning from a business tri p to New York . " The above was the introductory to a new story brought out by the closing sentence of an adventure in the Sierra

Nevadas , just related by the Grand Lecturer , Bro . Leming , who was on an official visit to our place . We had been to the lodge that evening listening to an exemplification of the work . Closing at an early hour , some half dozen of us , at the

invitation of Bro . Burch , repaired to his office for the purpose of spending a little time in social chat , before the final separation for the night . Bro . Schmoker being a dealer in the article , stopped at his store on the way , and took in a fresh supplof

y cigars , knowing full well that all but myself were his namesakes , at least b y habit and education , if nothing more . Bro . Leming had spent several years of his life on the Pacific slopes , and had experienced many hair-breadth escapes . He had just

completed the recital of one that occurred during a stage ride over the mountains , by which he came near losing his life , the conclusion of which "reminded" Brother Schmoker as stated at the opening . Said he :

_ I was , and had been for several years , living at Lancashire , Ohio , plying my regular avocation of manufacturing and dealing in cigars . It was my usual custom to make a tri p to New York about once a year , for the purpose of purchasing stock ,

and as railroads were not so common in those days as at present , I did a portion of my travelling by the old-fashioned stagecoach . The term " over the mountains " used to be as familiar as "household words " to residents and tradesmen of the

towns along the Ohio river , from Pittsburg down , even as far in the interior as the place of my residence , We steamboated it as far as steamboats could run , and then took stage over the mountains , to connect with other conveyances on the eastern side .

It was during my return from one of these annual trips to the metropolis that an adventure happened , which came near putting me behind the bars of a Pittsburg

prison , the particulars of which I shall never forget so long as I retain my senses ; more especially as I was wholly innocent of the charge brought against me , backed as it was by circumstantial evidence of the strongest kind . And to Masonry , brethren , am I indebted for saving me from incarceration in a felon ' s cell .

Of course , Pittsburg was a little out of the usual route to New York from our place , but on this particular occasion , after transacting my business , I returned by way of that city , to secure some hands to work in the factory . Passing through Baltimore and arriving at CumberlandI

, took passage in the stage by the old plank road over the mountains to West Newton , where I expected to take boat for the " iron city . " The stage was full , and among the passengers was a rough , disagreeable fellow ,

whose name , as I subsequently learned , was Crabbs . He seemed determined to make all about him as uncomfortable as possible , by his bragging , swaggering manner ; and to add largely to the disagreeableness of the situation , he managed , at every halt of the stage , to take in a considerable quantity of whiskey . The fellow had a double-barrelled pistol in his possession

which he frequently exhibited , giving at each exhibition a different account as to how he came by it , until every one in the coach became annoyed , disgusted , and in fact alarmed lest some accident should happen from the weapon , which was apparently loaded . This state of affairs

continued until just before reaching the Youghiogheny river , which is the principal feeder of the Monongahela , when an accident happened to the stage , by which we were detained several hours—so long in fact that we did not arrive at the end of

our route , West Newton , a little town some thirty five miles above Pittsburg , until midnight . Being obliged to wait over for the morning boat , we sought the only hotel in the place , which we found already pretty well filled with guests . Naturally quiet aud unobtrusive , I was the last one to receive attention . The landlord informed me that

my only chance was to share a bed with this man , Crabbs . At first 1 positively declined the honour , but on ascertaining that the landlord's statement was correct , I very reluctantly consented . We were imme-

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Untitled Article 1
Monthly Masonic Summary. Article 2
OUR MASONIC MSS. Article 3
LUCY MATILDA JANE. Article 3
MASONIC SONG. Article 7
TWO SIDES OF LIFE. Article 7
WAS THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON A FREEMASON? Article 7
SAVED FROM PRISON. Article 12
THE SOLOMONIC ORIGIN OF FREEMASONRY. Article 15
THREE THINGS. Article 16
MASONIC UNITY. Article 17
THE LITTLE RIFT WITHIN THE LUTE. Article 18
TRUST IN GOD AND DO THE RIGHT. Article 21
THE SPIRIT OF FREEMASONRY. Article 22
GRAND PRIORY OF CANADA. Article 24
THE THREE STEPS. Article 29
ROMAN CATHOLIC PERSECUTION OF FREEMASONS. Article 29
IMMORTALITY. Article 31
Chippings. Article 32
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Saved From Prison.

SAVED FROM PRISON .

" THAT reminds me , " remarked Bro . Schmoker , " of an adventure that befell me some twenty odd years ago , while returning from a business tri p to New York . " The above was the introductory to a new story brought out by the closing sentence of an adventure in the Sierra

Nevadas , just related by the Grand Lecturer , Bro . Leming , who was on an official visit to our place . We had been to the lodge that evening listening to an exemplification of the work . Closing at an early hour , some half dozen of us , at the

invitation of Bro . Burch , repaired to his office for the purpose of spending a little time in social chat , before the final separation for the night . Bro . Schmoker being a dealer in the article , stopped at his store on the way , and took in a fresh supplof

y cigars , knowing full well that all but myself were his namesakes , at least b y habit and education , if nothing more . Bro . Leming had spent several years of his life on the Pacific slopes , and had experienced many hair-breadth escapes . He had just

completed the recital of one that occurred during a stage ride over the mountains , by which he came near losing his life , the conclusion of which "reminded" Brother Schmoker as stated at the opening . Said he :

_ I was , and had been for several years , living at Lancashire , Ohio , plying my regular avocation of manufacturing and dealing in cigars . It was my usual custom to make a tri p to New York about once a year , for the purpose of purchasing stock ,

and as railroads were not so common in those days as at present , I did a portion of my travelling by the old-fashioned stagecoach . The term " over the mountains " used to be as familiar as "household words " to residents and tradesmen of the

towns along the Ohio river , from Pittsburg down , even as far in the interior as the place of my residence , We steamboated it as far as steamboats could run , and then took stage over the mountains , to connect with other conveyances on the eastern side .

It was during my return from one of these annual trips to the metropolis that an adventure happened , which came near putting me behind the bars of a Pittsburg

prison , the particulars of which I shall never forget so long as I retain my senses ; more especially as I was wholly innocent of the charge brought against me , backed as it was by circumstantial evidence of the strongest kind . And to Masonry , brethren , am I indebted for saving me from incarceration in a felon ' s cell .

Of course , Pittsburg was a little out of the usual route to New York from our place , but on this particular occasion , after transacting my business , I returned by way of that city , to secure some hands to work in the factory . Passing through Baltimore and arriving at CumberlandI

, took passage in the stage by the old plank road over the mountains to West Newton , where I expected to take boat for the " iron city . " The stage was full , and among the passengers was a rough , disagreeable fellow ,

whose name , as I subsequently learned , was Crabbs . He seemed determined to make all about him as uncomfortable as possible , by his bragging , swaggering manner ; and to add largely to the disagreeableness of the situation , he managed , at every halt of the stage , to take in a considerable quantity of whiskey . The fellow had a double-barrelled pistol in his possession

which he frequently exhibited , giving at each exhibition a different account as to how he came by it , until every one in the coach became annoyed , disgusted , and in fact alarmed lest some accident should happen from the weapon , which was apparently loaded . This state of affairs

continued until just before reaching the Youghiogheny river , which is the principal feeder of the Monongahela , when an accident happened to the stage , by which we were detained several hours—so long in fact that we did not arrive at the end of

our route , West Newton , a little town some thirty five miles above Pittsburg , until midnight . Being obliged to wait over for the morning boat , we sought the only hotel in the place , which we found already pretty well filled with guests . Naturally quiet aud unobtrusive , I was the last one to receive attention . The landlord informed me that

my only chance was to share a bed with this man , Crabbs . At first 1 positively declined the honour , but on ascertaining that the landlord's statement was correct , I very reluctantly consented . We were imme-

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