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KSWifffciriM. Consolidated FeD., 1899.
VOL. II. NO. 33.
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The Doctor'$
By Hesba
CHAPTER XXII. (Continued.)
That same evening I received a note,
desiring me to go and see him immedi
ately. He was looting brighter and bet
ter than in the morning, and an odd smile
played now and then about his face as he
talked to me, after having desired Mrs.
Foster to leave us alone together.
"Mark!" he said, "I have not the slight
est reason to doubt Olivia's death, except
your own opinion to the contrary, which
is founded upon reasons of which I know
nothing. But acting on the supposition
that she may be still alive, I am quite
willing to enter into negotiations with
her. I suppose it mast be through you."
"It must," I answered, "and it cannot
be at present. You will have to wait for
some months, perhaps whilst I pursue
my search for her. I do not know where
she is any more than you do."
A vivid gleam crossed his face at these
words, but whether of incredulity or sat
isfaction I could not tell.
"But suppose I die in the meantime?"
he objected.
"I do not know that I might not leave
you in your present position," I said at
last; "it may be I am acting from an
over-strained sense of duty. But if you
will give me a formal deed protecting her
from yourself, I am willing to advance
the funds neit-ssary to remove you to
purer air, and more open quarters than
these. A .deed of separation, which both
of you must sign, can be drawn up, and
receive your signature. There will be no
doubt as to getting hers, when we find
her. But that may be some months
hence, as I said. Still I will run the
"For her sake?" he said, with a sneer.
"For her sake, simply," I answered; "I
will employ a lawyer to draw up the
deed, and as soon as you sign it I will
advance the money you require. My
treatment of your disease I shall begin
at once; that falls under my duty as
your doctor; but I warn you that fresh
air and freedom from agitation are al
most, if not positively, essential to its
success. The sooner you secure these
for yourself, the better your chance."
Some further conversation passed be
tween us, as to the stipulations to be in
sisted upon, and the division tf the year
. ly income from Olivia's property, for I
would not agree to her alienating any
portion of it. Foster wished to drive a
hard bargain, still with that odd smile on
his face; was after much discus
sion that we came to an agreement.
I had the deed drawn up by a lawyer,
who warned me that if Foster sued for
a restitution of his rights they would
be enforced. . But I hoped that when
Olivia was found she would have some
evidence in her own favor, which would
deter him from carrying the case .into
court. The deed was signed by Foster,
and left in my charge till Olivia's signa
ture could be obtained.
As soon as the deed was secured, I had
my patient removed from Bellringer
street to some apartments in Fulhain,
near to Dr. Senior, whose interest in the
case was now almost equal to my own.
Here I could visit him every day. Never
had any sufferer, under the highest anil
wealthiest ranks, greater care and sci
ence expended upon him than Richard
The progress of his recovery, was slow.
but it was sure. I felt that it would be
so from the first. Day by day I watch
ed the pallid hue of sickness upon his
face changing into a more natural tone.
I saw his strength coming back by slight
but steady degrees. The malady was
forced to retreat into its most hidden
citadel, where it might lurk as a prisoner,
but not dwell as a destroyer, for many
years to come.
There was no triumph to me in this,
as there would have been had my patient
been any; one else. The cure aroused
much interest among my colleagues, and
made my naine more known. But what
was that to me? As long as this man
lived, Olivia was doomed to a lonely and
friendless life. I tried to look into the
future for her, and saw it stretch out
into long, dreary years. I . wondered
where she would find a home. Could I
persuade Johanna to receive her into her
pleasant dwelling, which would become
so lonely to her when Captain Carey
had moved into Julia's house in St. Peter
port? That was the best plan I could
Julia's marriage arrangements were go
ing on speedily. There was something
ironical to me in the chance that made
me so often the witness of them. We
were so merely cousins again, that" she
discussed her purchases and displayed
them before me, as if there had never
been any notion between us of keeping
house together. Once more I assisted
in the choice of a wedding dress, for the
one made a year before was said to be
yellow and old-fashioned. But this time
Julia did not insist upon having white
satin. A dainty tint of .grey was con
sidered more suitable. Captain Carey en
joyed the purchase with the rapture J
had failed to experience.
The wedding was fixed to take place
the last week in July, a fortnight earlier
than the time proposed; It was also a
fortnight earlier than the date I was look
ing forward to most anxiously, when, if
ever, news would reach Tardif from
Dr. Senior had agreed with me that
Foster was sufficiently advanced on the
road to recovery to be removed from Ful
ham to the better air of the south coast.
We required Mrs. Foster to write ns
fully, three times a week, every varia
tion she might observe in his health.
, After that we started them off to a quiet
village in Sussex. I breathed more free
ly when they were out of my daily sphere
of duty.
But before they went a hint of treach
ery reached me, which put me doubly on
my guard. One morning, when Jack and
I were at breakfast, Simmons, the cabby,
was announced. He was a favorite with
Jack, who bade the servant show him in.
"Nothing amiss with your wife or the
brats, I hope?" said Jack.
"No, Dr. John, no," he answered,
"there 1 ain't anything amiss with them.
except being too many of 'em p'raps, anil
my old woman won't own to that. But
there's something in the wind as con
cerns Dr. Dobry, so I thought I'd better
come and give you a hint of it."
"Very good, Simmons," said Jack.
"You recollect taking my cab to Gray's
Inn Road about this time last year, when
I showed np so green, don't you?" he
"To be sure," I said.
"Well, doctors," he continued, "the very
last Monday as ever was, a lady walks
slowly along the stand, eyeing us all very
hard, but taking no heed of any of 'em,
till she catches sight of me. The lady
comes along very slowly she looks hard
at me she nods her head, as much as to
say, You, and your cab, and your horse
are what 1 m on the lookout for;' and
I gets down, opens the door, and sees her
in quite comfortable. Says she, 'Drive
me to Messrs. Scott aud Brown, in Gray's
Inn Road."
"No!" I ejaculated.
"Yes, doctors,"' replied Simmons.
" 'Drive me,' she says, 'to Messrs. Scott
and Brown, Gray's Inn Road.' Of course
I knew the name again; Jwas vexed
enough the last time I were there, at
showing myself so green. I looks hard
at her. A very fine make of a woman,
with hair and eyes as black as coals, and
a impudent look on her face somehow.
She told me to wait for her in the street;
and directly after she goes in there comes
down the gent I had seen before, with a
pen behind his ear. He looks very hard
at me, and me at him. Says he, 'I think
I have seen your face before, my man,'
Very civil; as civil as a orange, as folks
say. 'I think you have,' I says. 'Could
you step upstairs for a minute or two?'
says he, very polite; 'I'll find a boy to
take charge of your horse.' And he slips
a arf-crown into my hand, quite pleas
ant." "So yon went in, of course?" said aJck.
"Doctors," he answered solemnly, "I
did go in. There's nothing to be said
against that.- The lady is sitting in a
orfiee upstairs, talking to another gent,
with hair and eyes like hers, as black as
coals, and the same look of brass on his
face. All three of 'em looked a little
under the weather. 'What's your name,
my man?' asked the black gent. 'Waler,'
I says. 'And where do you live?' he
says, taking me serious. 'In Queer
street,' I says, with a little wink to show
'em I were np to a trick or two. They
all three larfed a little among themselves,
but not in a pleasant sort of way. Then
the gent begins again. 'My good fellow,'
he says, 'we want you to give us a little
Information that 'ud be of use to us, aud
we are willing to pay you handsome for
it. It can't do you any harm, nor no
body else, for it's only a matter of busi
ness. You're not above taking ten shil
lings for a bit of useful information?'
'Not by no manner of means,' I says." .
"Go on," I said impatiently.
"Jest so, doctors," he continued, "but
this time I was minding my P's and Q's.
'You know Dr. Senior, of Brook street?'
he says. 'The old doctor?' I says; 'he's
retired out of town.' 'No,' he says, 'nor
the young doctor, neither; but there's an
other of 'em, isn't there?' 'Dr. Dobry?
I says. 'Yes,' he says, "'he often takes
your cab, my frieud?' 'First one and
then the other,'- I says, 'sometimes Dr.
John and sometimes Dr. Dobry. Th.-y're
as thick as brothers, and thicker.' 'Gdo.l
friends of yours?" he says. 'Well,' says
I, 'they take my cab when they can have
it; bnt there's not much friendship, as I
Bee, in that. It's the best cab and horse
on the stand. Dr. John's pretty fair,
but the' other's no great favorite of mine.'
'Ah!' he says."
Simmons' face was illuminated with de
light, and he winked sportively at us.
"It were all flummery, doctors," he
said. "I jest see them setting a trap,
and I wanted to have a finger in it. 'Ah!'
he says, 'all we want to know, but we do
want to know that very particular, is
where you drive Dr. Dobry to the often
est. He's going to borrow money .from
us, and we'd like to find out something
about his habits. You know where he
goes in your cab.' 'Of course I do,' I
says; 'I drove him and Dr. John here
nigh a twelvemonth ago. The other gent
took my number down, and knew where
to look for me when you wanted me.'
'You're a clever fellow,' he says. ' 'So my
old woman thinks,' I says. 'And you'd
be glad to earn a little more for your
old woman?' he says. 'Try me,' I says.
'Well, then,' says he, "here's a offer for
you. If you'll bring us word where he
spends his spare time, we'll give you
ten shillings; and if it turns out of any
use to ns, we'll make it five pound.'
'Very good,' I says. 'You've not got anj
information to tell ns at once?' he says.
'Well, no,L I says, 'but I'll keep my eye
upon him now. 'Stop,' he says, as I I
were going away; 'they keep a carriage,
ui course i aji course, i says; wnat s
the good of a doctor that hasn't a car
riage and pair? 'Do they use it at
night?1 says he. 'Not often,' says I;
'they take a cab; mine if it's on the
stand.' 'Very good,' he says; 'good morn
ing, my friend.' So I come away, aud
drives back again to the stand."
"And you left the lady there?" I ask
ed, with no doubt in my mind that it was
Mrs. Foster.
"Yes, doctor," he .answered, "talking
away like a poll-parrot with the black
haired gent. That were last Monday;
to-day's Friday, and this morning there
comes this bit of a note to me at our
house. That's what's brought me here
at this time, doctors." '
He gave the note into Jack's hands;
and he, after glancing at it, passed it on
to me. The contents were simply these
words: "James Simmons is requested to
call at Gray's Inn Road, at 6:30 Friday
evening." The handwriting struck me
as one I had seen and noticed before. I
scanned it more closely for a minute or
two; then a glimmering of light began
to dawn upon my memory. Could it be?
I felt almost sure itAwas. In another
minute I was persuaded that it was the
same hand as that which had written the
letter announcing Olivia's death. Proba
bly if I could see the penmanship of the
other partner, I should find it to be iden
tical with that of the medical certificate
which had accompanied the letter.
"Leave this note with me, Simmons,"
I said, giving him half a crown in ex
change for it. I was satisfied now that
the papers had been forged, but not with
Olivia's connivance. Was Foster him
self a party to it? Or had Mrs. Foster
alone, with the aid of these friends or
relatives of hers, plotted and carried out
the scheme, leaving him in ignorance and
doubt like my own?
I crossed in the mail steamer to Guern
sey, on a Monday night, as the wedding
was to take place at an early hour on
Wednesday morning, in time for Captain
Carey and Julia to catch the boat to Eng
land. The ceremony was to be solemn
ized at seven. Under these circumstances
there could be no formal wedding break
fast, a matter not much to be regretted.
Captain Carey and I were standing at
the altar of the old church some minutes
before, the bridal procession appeared.
He looked pale, but wound up to a high
pitch of resolute courage. The church
was nearly full of eager spectators, all
of whom I had known from my childhood.
Far back, half sheltered by a pillar, I
saw the white head and handsome face
of my father, with Kate Daltrey by his
side. At length Julia appeared, pale like
the bridegroom, but dignified and prepos
sessing. She did not glance at me; she
evidently gave no thought to me. That
was well, and as it should be.
Yet there was a pang in it reason as
I wonld, there was a pang in it for me.
I should have liked her to glance once at
me, with a troubled and dimmed eve
should have liked a shade upon her face,
as I wrote my name below hers in the
register. But there was nothing of the
kind. She gave me the kiss, which I
demanded as her cousin Martin, with
out embarrassment, and after that she
put her hand again upon the bridegroom's
arm and marched off with him to the car
A whole host of ns accompanied the
bridal pair to the .pier, and saw them
start off on their wedding trip, with a
pyramid of bouquets before them on the
deck, of the steamer. We ran round to
the lighthouse, and waved out hats and
handkerchiefs as lpng as they were in
sight. That duty done, the rest of the
day was our own. -
It was almost midnight the next day
when I reached Brook street, where I
found Jack expecting my return. A let
ter was waiting for me, directed in queer.
crabbed handwriting, and posted in Jer
sey a week before.
It had been so long on the road in con-
sequence of the bad penmanship of the
address. I opened it carelessly as I an
swered Jack's first -inquiries; but the in
stant I saw the signature I held up my
hand to silence him. It was from Tar
dif. This is a translation:
"Dear Doctor and Friend This day I
received a letter from mam'zelle; quite a
little letter with only a few lines in it.
She says, 'Come to be. My husband has
found me; he is here. I have no friends
but you and one other, and I cannot send
for him. You said you would come to me
whenever I wanted you. I have not time
to write more. I am in a little village
called Ville-en-bois, between Granville
and Noirean. Come to the house of the
cure; I am there.
"Behold, I am gone, dear monsieur.
write this in my boat, for we are crossing
to Jersey to catch the steamboat to Gran
ville. To-morrow evening I shall be in
Ville-en-bois. Will you learn the law of
France abont this affair? They say the
code binds a woman to follow her hus
band wherever he goes. At London you
can learn anything. Believe me, I will
protect mam'zelle, or I should say mnd
ame, at the loss of my life. Your de
voted TARDIF."
"I must go!" I exclaimed, about to rush
out of the house.
"Where?" cried Jack. -
"To Olivia," I answered; "that villain,
that scoundrel has hunted her ont in Nor
mandy. Bead that, Jack. Let ne go.
"Stay!" he said; "there is no chance
whatever of going so late as this. Let
lis think for a few minutes."
But at that moment a furious peal of
the bell rang through the house. We
both ran into the hall. The servant had
just opened the door, and a telegraph
clerk stood on the steps, with a tele
gram, which he thrust into his hands.
It was directed to me. I tore it open.
From Jean Grimont Granville, to Dr.
Dobree, Brook street, Loudon." I did
not know any Jean Grimont of Granville;
it was the name of a stranger to me. A
message was written underneath in Gor
man patois, but so misspelt and garbled
in its transmission that 1 could not make
out the sense of it The only words I
was sure about were "mam'zelle, r os
ier," "Tardif," and "a l'agonie." Who
was on the point of death I could not tell.
(To be continued.)
Insects Are Necessary to the Fruit's
Successful Cultivation.
The long-continued effort to produce
the Smyrna fig of commerce in Cali
fornia has been crowned with success.
The history of the experiment is inter
esting. It began over twenty years ago
with importation of cuttings from Asia
Minor. Figs have been produced from
these and other Imported cuttings, but
they were not the famous white fig of
commerce. The credit of producing
the latter in California belongs to Geo.
C. Roeding of Fresno. Until this sum
mer every true Smyrna fig tree planted
In California which bore fruit failed to
mature it; the figs were unfertilized
and withered and dropped. It was
finally discovered that the fertilization
of this fig depended upon the service
of the blastophaga wasp, whose habitat
is in the capri, or wild fig. The latter
was imported and thrived amazingly,
but the blastophaga did not accompany
Special importations of the wasp fol
lowed, but It thrived only for a season
on the capri fig and then disappeared.
It was assumed that it could not sur
vive our winters. Last year the De
partment of Agriculture took the mat
ter in hand. A fresh consignment was
imported and its care intrusted to Mr.
Roeding. Last April the young insect
colony emerged in full force from the
first capri cot, entered the second,
emerged again, and then took posses
sion of the Smyrna fig trees, the fruit
jon which was ready for fertilization.
jur. jtoecung reports mat xms experi
ment has been perfectly successful. A
ton of the fruit has been picked from
his trees and the entire crop will yield
five or six tons more. Mr. Roeding be
lieves that the blastophaga has come
to stay and he expects that California
will be enriched soon with another in
dustry. - ,
Rogues of Wall Street. . v
The rogues of Wall street flourish.
They are thieving brokers, promoters
of mining schemes and disreputable
speculators. Said a thieving broker on
one occasion: "If the Postoffice Depart
ment would let me alone I would have
to hire a cart to carry down my money-,
laden mail. All you hare to do is to
appeal to the cupidity of the public.
Promise 6 per cent dividends on a first
class security and you can't do busi
ness; but promise 56 per cent on a fake
and -you can get rich." Investigation
proved this statement to be true. He
is of the same class as the tipster fraud
who advertises that he knows exactly
which stocks will advance and those
that are going to decline.
For $5 a week he will tell you pre
cisely how to make a fortune. He ad
vertises in strange ways, using a ridic
ulous code. For example: "Hit Kan
garoo for a jump of 20 points," etc.
This interpreted means buy a certain
stock for an advance of $ 20 a share.
Such men are swindlers. Quite as con
temptible as the man with a fake gold,
silver, zinc, copper or oil mining
scheme. He first buys a mining pros
pect for say $2,500 and then organizes
a $500,000 or $1,000,000 company under
the laws of New Jersey or West Vir
ginia for say $2,500 more. The shares
have an alleged par value of $1 each,
but he offers them for 37c each from
an elaborately furnished office where
he poses as the fiscal agent. The
rogue, who selects the broker as his
victim is more plentiful than the brok
ers are willing to confess. World's
Tulkinghorn's House to Disappear.
Yet another famous house has to
make way. for street improvements. It
is the mansion in Lincoln s-inn-fields
adjoining Sardinia street, and was
built from the designs of Inigo Jones
for the Earl of Lindsey. The right-
hand room on the first floor of the
house was chosen by Dickens for the
scene of the assassination of Mr. Tulk
inghorn. Sir Leicester Dedlock's .law
yer. In "Bleak House." Already, how
ever, the painted celling, with the Ro
man soldier pointing his truncheon to
the body of the dead solicitor, has dis
appeared under a coat of whitewash.
wickedly applied a few years ago.
London Globe.
nia Words Indorsed.
It was the worst domestic storm they
j ja
had ever encoumereu,
"Yon don't deserve even hanging,"
he left the house.
"I deserve It better than you do!" she
sent after him as a parang shot Phil
adelphia Times.
A Monument for Virgil.
Mniirna. after nearly- twenty cm
htriu hna remembered that it la tK
birthplace of Virgil, and set to work to
erect a monument to Its great poet. The
sum of $20,000 has been raised and
artists are called on to send In plans
In competmon.
London's Cemeteries.
ilxmdon has twenty-one ' municipal
cemeteries, and ten which are owned
by private companies. .
For Xme
A True Cat Story.
There are many who would say that
cats feel no genuine affection, even for
those who have treated them kindly.
But, in my judgment, this opinion is
erroneous. An incident in my own life
proves to my own satisfaction that
cats do love those who treat them kind
ly, and that In no small degree.
At about 6 or 7 years of age I came
into the possesion of a gray kitten,
which soon became a treasure to me. I
looked after "Tom" myself, gave him
his meals regularly something, too.
very often, between meals and lav
ished upon him all the affection I could.
Very soon he showed an affection for
me which he bore to no other member
of the family; in fact, on more than
one occasion he ran away from my
brother, who was rather given to teas
ing him, and came to me for protec
tion. I used to smuggle Tom to bed with
me, and hide him under the blankets
until I was satisfied no one would come
near me again for the night Then
wonld I drag him forth in triumph
from his hiding place and hug him
closely to my breast Tom showing his
appreciation by purring loudly and
diligently rubbing my neck and chin
with his soft cheek. To my sorrow it
was only once In a long while that I
was allowed this pleasure, as veny oft
en my mother in her final look at me
for the night would spy my pet or
hear him purr, and then Tom would be
banished from the room.
Sometimes, when particularly anx
ious to be with me, he found a way to
manage it During the night if the
window was not open, he forced his
way through a pane of glass, and I
awoke to find him nestling on the pil
low beside my cheek. This may sound
incredible, but it is nevertheless true,
and I think that Tom must have felt a
deep love for me, or he would not have
been so eager to be with me. Of course
he did not do this sort of thing regu
larly, but , I remember several occa
sions on which he did so. Every morn
ing he visited me before I was out of
bed, and we generally had our break
fast together.
The school I attended was distant
about two miles. At first, though loth
to leave Tom behind, it never occurred
to me to take him with me. But after
a time he sometimes accompanied me,
either sitting on my shoulders or in
my arms or running along by my side.
During school hours he remained close
by, outside In the woqjls. At intermis
sion I sought him out and during the
dinner hour let him share my lunch.
When school was over he accompanied
me home. But he had not the oppor
tunity of doing this very long, because
when I was about 10 years old I 'was
sent to a school about twenty miles
away, and then I saw Tom only about
once in three months. Our Animal
Burnt Matches Tell Fortunes.
' Telling fortunes (with a match and a
square of pasteboard as the only ac
cessories) is an amusing sort of a game
which hails from Connecticut. A hole
is made in the center of the cardboard
just large enough for the match to be
stuck in it, business end up. From
the center draw radiating lines of any
desired number and if it is a boy whose
fortune Is being told write the names
of his various girl friends along these
lines. Now light the match. It will
burn about half way before going out
The burnt part toppling over on to the
cardboard. The name upon which the
burnt end drops is the name of the
boy's future wife. Where a girl's for
tune Is being told, of course, the name
of her male friends are substituted..
In place of people's names you can
substitute the names of various profes
sions, the position' of the burnt match
Indicating the nature of the lad's fu
ture career. In the same way you
can find out the various virtues and
foibles of "your victim."
Of course it is all in fun and there
is not an iota of truth or logic In it
all, but there Is a great deal of amuse
ment to be got out of the thing and you
will find it well worth trying some even
ing when the time-worn games seem
to lag. , - ' . ' '.-
The Puzzlefl Kxecutor.
There was a Turkish gentleman
whose property consisted of seventeen
valuable horses. The beauty of the ani
mals made him both rich and famous.
His stables were visited by princes.
There were no horses like his. :
He was taken suddenly ill. The doc
tor gave him no hope ,and In much con
fusion of mind he made his will.
He had three sons. To the first he
gave one-half of his seventeen horses,
to the second one-third, and to the
third one-ninth. And he died.
After his funeral his executor called
together the three sons to divide among
them the horses. "Seventeen," he said.
"will not divide by two, nor by three.
nor by nine. I wish to be just. What
am I to do?"
The sons could not answer.
While the question was puzzling the
brains of the four, a dervish came
riding that way. The sons proposed
submitting the question to him.
Now a dervish Is a Turkish monk.
who lives in poverty, and Is supposed
to be very pious, wise and just.
He heard the case, and considered it
and at last said:
"Take my horse and add him to the
others, then you will have eighteen."
The executor now made the division.
He gave the first son one-half of the
horses, nine; the second one-third, six;
and the third one-ninth, two In all sev
enteen. The dervish then said:
"You will not. need my horse since
you have an equal division. I will take
him back again."
And the dervish rode away.
' The sons rejoiced that there was such
a wise man abroad, and all were happy.
The Good Old i;-,
When Washington was President
As cold as any icicle.
He never on a railroad went
And never rode a bicycle.
He read by no electric lamp,
Nor heard about the Yellowstone,
He never licked a postage stamp.
And never saw a telephone.
His trousers ended at the knees.
By wire he could not send dispatch;
He filled his lamp with whale-oil grease.
And never had a match to scratch.
But in these days it's come to pass,
All work is with such dashing done
We've all these things; but then, alas!
We seem to have no Washington.
God Laid the Foundntion.
"Who made you, Willie?". asked the
Sunday school teacher of a new pupil,
aged 5. - -
"God made part of me," was the re
ply. "Why, what do you mean?" asked the
teacher In astonishment.
"He made me a baby," answered the
youthful philosopher, "and I growed
the rest myself."
Definition of Arsenal.
A teacher had told the children they
could look up the definition of words
in the dictionary, but must use their
own words in-writing out the lesson.
She was surprised to have "arsenal"
defined as a "book of war stories." The
definition in the dictionary was: "Ar
senala magazine of war supplies."
Wanted More Salve. f
Egg pancakes and peach jam were
the top-liners on the breakfast menu
that morning, and the 3-year-old pride
of the household astonished her mother
by saying: "Mamma, please spread
some more salve on my cake!"
What Center Ts.
A small boy, when asked for the def
inition of "center," said it is a table
that stands in the middle of the room.
Experience! of the South African War
Very Few Amputations.
The war In South Africa has furnish
ed a vast amount of interesting sur
gical experience, showing the effect of
modern arms, of precision and of anti
septic methods in the. hospitals. While
it is too early to draw deductions from
the statistics of the war, it is worthy
of note that where the records were
kept of 12,637 officers and men who
had been wounded, only 782 died of
wounds received in action. This small
mortality is attributed to the prompt
application of a first-aid dressing. The
action of the Mauser bullet upon hu
man tissues depends upon the range
at which it is fired. Within 200 yards
It has an explosive character. The
nickel case seems to expand and be
come detached, causing a severe, lac
erated, and contused wound, which
heals very slowly. If It strikes a bone
it crushes and destroys it If fired at a
longer range It makes a clean-drilled
hole through a bone, while if it strikes
soft parts of the body only a small
wound is made, there being but little
difference between the place of en
trance of the bullet and its exit which
bleeds but little unless an important
vessel Is injured.
It Is remarkable how few amputa
tions have been performed during the
Bper war. Dr. Kendal Franks has re
ported that In his experience not more
than twenty amputations have occur
red in 3,000, cases, which is attributed
to the conservative spirit of present
day surgery. Dr. Sterling Ryerson re
lates that he saw at Klmberley 147
wounded Boers in a roller rink which
had been converted into a temporary
hospital. They were of all ages, from
15 to 65. They had been wounded at
Paardeburg, and in many cases the
wounds had been undressed for from
fifteen to seventeen days. He tells of
one man who had been shot through
the elbow Joint, and whose only treat
ment had been the universal Boer rem
edy, tobacco juice. The arm was enor
mously swollen and almost erysipela
tous In appearance. A civil surgeon,
however, took the case In hand with
modern methods, with the result that
the man made an excellent recovery,
retaining even the power to move his
arm at the Joint Washington Corre
spondence Boston Transcript '
Another Compliment Gone Wrong,
"This pie is excellent, said the min
later, who had been Invited out to tea,
and Mrs. Bjenklns, being a church
member, had to swallow her pride and
say: ,
"Yes; I got it at, the baker's." Som
erville Journal.
Blood lever tells very much when it
meets a poo relation.
It Happened Some Years Abo In the
Woolly West.
In evidence of Roosevelt's ability to
take care of himself a story was told
to-day In the White House. The Pres
ident when not many years younger
than now was spending a part of the
early winter on a ranch In Wyoming.
While going from the railway station
to the ranch on foot a sudden blizzard
broke out and compelled him to turn
back and make his way with the wind
and snow down the railway track.
After traveling a mile or two he
came to one of those resorts patron
ized by cow-punchers In the West Gro
ceries and general merchandise were
sold, but the principal attraction was
the long bar where the liquid goods
were passed over. Roosevelt entered
quietly and took a chair behind the
great roaring cannon stove In one cor
ner of the room. A typical Western
bully had been holding forth in the
bar-room that evening and had made
every newcomer buy a round of driuks,
or dance as he fired pistol shots at their
Roosevelt had laid aside his coat and
was leaning back comfortably in his
chair when espied by the "bad man."
He sized Roosevelt up, and, noticing
his glasses, accosted him.
"Well, old four eyes, what the do
you want in here?" Roosevelt tried to
quiet the man, realizing his disposi
tion, but was not successful. The bully
insisted that Roosevelt buy a drink for
everybody in the place or dance a jig.
Roosevelt refused to do either, when
the big Westerner stepped up, pulled
his pistol, and announced that only two
minutes would be allowed in which to
comply with his command. Roosevelt
as he slowly rose to his feet, said:
"Weil, if I must I must" He had
scarcely straightened himself out as
his words were uttered when he bent
his right arm into a hook and landed
an uppercut on the tip of the West
erner's chin, which sent him Inglorl
ously to the floor, the revolver fall
ing from his hand. For the next ten
minutes Roosevelt was busy in pull
ing off the other occupants of the
room, who insisted on placing their
feet rapidly and vigorously in the ribs
of the fallen humorist. Washington
correspondence of the New York Press.
Miss Lillian A. Norton of Texas,
whose recent appointment as chief of
the finance division of the Postoffice
Department at Washington gives her
the largest salary drawn by any wom
an in the service of the government
$2,250 per annum, has won her pro
motion by attention to duty.
She was appointed as a clerk In the
dead letter office in 188S, at $700 a
year, and two years afterward was
transferred to the finance division of
the Postoffice Department at $000 a
year. Since that time she has been
promoted regularly, and at the time
she received her present appointment
was drawing $1,600 per annum.
The position filled by Miss Norton
is a most responsible one. The war
rants which she has to sign call for
payment from the treasury of upward
of $52,000,000 a year. The most impor
tant duty Miss Norton has is to sign
these warrants, which range in size
anywhere from one cent to hundreds
of thousands of dollars.
With Apologies to the Shad.
A Washington newspaper correspon
dent relates that with the coming of
spring the usual fever of that season
asserted itself, and he took the oppor
tunity of running into Virginia for a
fishing trip.
Becoming interested In a discussion
of the merits of the various fish in the
Virginia streams, he turned at length
to the old negro boatman and said:
"Uncle, don't you think yellow perch
Is altogether the best fish in the river?"
"Yes, sah," replied the old man, "yal
ler perch am de bes' fish beah, always
'scusin' de white shad."
A Youthful Royal Swordsman.
The young King of Spain Is quite ex
pert In the use of the sword. This
has always been bis favorite pastime.
When quite ' a little child wooden
swords were made for his use, and
with these he- would fence with the
young nobles who were permitted to
play with him. His marvelous ability
was noticeable by all who came in con
tact with him. and now he is probably,
for his age, the most expert coyal
swordsman in Europe.
. Tough.
Trees which have grown on a north
ern exposure, as on the north side of a
hill, produce better, harder and more
durable lumber than those which have
been pampered by the southern sun. '-
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