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About Bohemia nugget. (Cottage Grove, Or.) 1899-1907 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 15, 1902)
122 ,1 . Bohemia Nugget JlOWltn A HliNItV, I'uUILh.rs, COTTAGE GROVE . . OREGON. Kolxxly Ik. above suspicion when Jealous woman I around. Mrs, Lnnglry In now a luothor-ln-law, Tlio world It no longer nt her feet Mint, Btone attributes licr rcscuo to prayer.' To what docs alio attrlbuto her Captivity? A pleklo tn(t with 130,000,000 capital has. been formed. This la one of the souresrdoscsof nil. ' Tho young King of Spain appears to ho 'Hi lie n sensible child. IIo Is permit' tltig the old men to keep on running things. . l I' II' ,M , KlngfUdwnrd U a pretty strong argu Mfiut ncalnstj.be claims of peoplo who aro always prating about tho dangers of high living. An Inventor asserts that an excellent Imltntlon of wood cau bo tuado from tobacco leaves. Let him try his hand now nt making "merchantable bricks out of diamonds. Itsklmos claim to have found the re mains of Noah's nrk away up near tho arctic circle. Can It be possible that Nonh started In search of tho polo with out ilrst having n relief expedition pro vided for? The multimillionaire who endows col leges and establishes colleges Is sub jected to a great deal of chaff and Is sometimes accused of self-aggrandize ment The mlllonalre who devotes himself to horse racing, an Institution which maluly benefits the professional gamblers, is permitted to pass without criticism. This seems hardly fair. Another gentleman exhilarated with whiskey purchased with his wife's money has murdered his wife. For tunately bo was blessed with a sense of tho proprieties and accommo datingly hanged himself, thus saving tho overweighted taxpayers the ex pense, of doing the Job for him. Like nnotber historic character, nothing In this man's life became htm like the Ireivlng It Many cures for insomnia have been recommended, from counting an Imag inary llock of sheep as they jump on- by one over a gate, to extracting the cube root of u number in six figures; but tbey all fnll nt times. The latest cure, n coord !ng to a medical paper, Is automoblllng. Now, It the village school teacher will only take a rldo every afternoon In a fifteen-hundred-dollar automobile, she will sleep like a top at night that Is, If she docs not ""lie awake wondering where the money Is to come from to pay for the horse less carriage. There are some remedies moro attractive than practicable. Although the newer of tho nrpss ran L'ardly .be overestimated, little that Is printed leaves a permanent Impression. Dr. Edward Everett Hale puts It char acteristically In commenting on the sen sitiveness of his distinguished kinsman. Ldward Everett, to what appeared about him In print "He did not know. asI do, that of 'whatever Is' put In the newspaper half the people who see It do not read It; second, that half of those do not understand It; third, that of the half who understand Is, half do not bellevo It; fourth, that the half who believe It half forget It; fifth, that tho half who remember It are probably of no great account, anyway." To which Dr. Hale adds the remark, personal to himseir, "This may be forgotten with the. rest" Nevertheless, It has a kernel of truth worth remembering. Much has been said of the audacity of man In building his home In spots so dangerous as the slopes of Mont Pelee have proved themselves to be. Yet all history affords Illustrations of the calm forgetfulness with which the race erects Its dwelling places ou the sites of the most; dreadful catastrophes. Ve suvius still smokes over beautiful Na ples. Lisbon rises, beautiful' and Im posing, where a "convulsion of nature" onco brought unutterable fright and desolation. The Japanese .still crowd' the coasts of their tide-swept Islands and .the Chinese huddle along the banks of the Hoang-Ho. It is not very many months since Galveston was overwhelmed by flood, yet a new Gal veston Is being built on the dangerous site of the wreckage and the people of tho city nre ready to take their chances of a similar disaster In the future. Thero Is -absolutely nothing to prevent a second tidal wave from the Gulf, yet the city pursues Its dully task, appar ently unafraid. Charles Schwab's apple donation gets through the hide and Into the heart Ho was Just such a bappy.go-Iucky boy as you can find anywhere now, and he liked the taste of stolen apples. The original sin In every boy adds sweet ness to purloined fruit It shouldn't be so, but It Is so. Let the sociologists ex plan It If they can. Schwab used to steal his apples from trees on the grounds of Mt Aloyslus' Academy, at Cresson, Pa. He never forgot It Men don't forget theso things. They love tbo memory of youthful pranks, and ,teU tbo tales to their children and their i ftrantlchlldrpn. ,And, wuy down In the 'heart, tujfrO; Is often a sneaking desire i .ttyg9 jjacko the old. town, wajk up to tho farmer from whom he used'to steal melons, laugh at tho dog, and remark: "Mr, Jones, do you know me? Don't you remember Hill Rogers' boy, whom you set the dog on and shot full qt rock salt? Just thought I'd drop In on tbo old town and see how things look." And then you planned to pay off tbo mortgago on Jones' farm, leave money for n how library, buy uniforms for the "Uinpnh, Umpnh Cornet Hand' nnd slather money around llko a prince. Plenty of men have had those dreams, Kew can carry them out Mr. Schwab could; nnd, as dramatic as you please, he planked down flU.OOO of good Steel Trust money In payment of the llald wlnsbe BlQlp, rnany years ago. Every mail who has wanted to go back and Cms goodl Kill nvy Mr. Sehws.li j no sanaion anil iue pirnsurs u dof put Pf me gift rrophecles of gypsies, astrologers and other rt-ndcrs of tho future, foretelling tho calamity that recently befel King Kdwnrd, are being resurrected, or man ufaclured after tho event, nnd present cd to tho credulous with becoming gravity. These pretended propheclw aro reminders of tho pagan past, when tho gods took nil Intimate and respect fill Interest In tho fnto of kings. Por tents went seen in thn skies wimihii? Ilinn Hint nmnllilnr- .Dr., u-n nlmilt ). haimen to his Mnldr. nnil when h died earthquakes nnd storms testified to tho sympathy of nature with an event so tremendous. Those were the days when a king was a king, and very few had any doubt of his divine ap pointment to office. Now. only the sort of minds capable of crediting gypsy nrnnhpt run look mmn lnnimrolir n heavenly Institution. Peoples no longer exist for their kings, but kings for their peoples. Tho old-fashioned despot Is the dodo of politics. Hesiecting thoso vestigial remnants of the superstitious past, the prophets, It Is obvious that their self-denial Is even moro wonder ful than their powers. It perhaps has not occurred to thoso who still take them seriously Hint- If there existed a class of men capable of foretelling the date of a king's death months or years In advance of Its occurrence little things llko tho outcome of horso races nnd the upa and downs of the stock market would be as clear as print to them. In that case, of course, they would soon own the wealth of tho earth. Hut as prophets gypsies, as trologers, clairvoyants nnd the rest arts never billionaires. It follows cither that they aro frauds or the most urn selfish beings In n generally selfish world. On a day early In Juno of this year man named Hawkins committed crime at Marysvllle, Mo., and then tried to run away from It Hawkins was a real estate dealer, and left tho town because he had forged paper to the amount of J2.000. When he left Marysvllle, Hawkins- was a fine-looking, middle-aged gentleman, with hair slightly tinged with gray. At the end of two weeks he camo back a white haired, broken-bodied old man. In tho interval the man had wandered from place to place pursued by the hourly fear that he would bo tracked by bloodhounds. Tho fear deepened Into an overmastering terror. He hid him self In the woods. Finally the fear be came unbearable. He returned to Marysvllle and gave himself up. Twen ty years, be said, had been added to his life In less than twenty days. He wel comed the penitentiary as a blessed re- lief. It Is the old story. In seeking to dodge a financial trouble he took upon his shoulders a greater one. The new trouble was so heavy that a prison seemed a heaven of rest after the hell Into which he had plunged. When will men learn that Justice Is never cheated? That every crime brings Its Densltr. soon or late? When will men learn they are not smarter than fate? There aro other blooflhounds than those of flesh and blood that pursue the man who breaks the law. The bloodhounds of conscience will ever bay deep-mouthed to the soul that slnneth. "Whatsoever a man soweth, that also shall be reap. That Is the Inevitable law. If a man sows to the flesh he shall of the flesh reap corruption. And he will reap more than be sows. The law o Increase holds In the devil's domain as It does In the fields of God. HEAVIEST MAN IN THE WORLD. Sled In San Francisco Welshed 013 Founds. Henri. Maurice Cannon, known throughout the world as the heaviest of all men, died unexpectedly from heart disease In San Francisco, Cal. a few days ago. Mr. Cannon bad been ailing for several days. Deceased weighed 013 pounds. A na' tlve of Zurich, Switzerland, be was HE 114 UAl'BICE CJAKH0W. deemed tbcro ono of the foremost ath letes, and as a wrestler met many men In the arena. It was not until 10 years ago that he commenced to grow to ab normal proportions, bis weight Increas ing with alarming rapidity. With it all Cannon remained good-natured, and a Dobemlan life was his choice. Au Adroit Answer. The celebrated physician, Zimmer man, attended Frederick the Great in his last Illness. Ono day, as tbo story Is recorded In "Salad for tho Social," the King said to him: "You have, 1 presume, helped many a man Into another world." This was rather au unexpected thrust for the doctor, but the doso be gavo tho King In return was a Judicious mixture of truth and flattery: ' "Not so many as Your Majesty, nor with so much honor to myself." A Difference Qt Opinion. "Whose little 007 are you?" "Well, grandma, Aunt Louise nnd mamma all claim mo: but Former Jones says Pro a child of tho devil. 'cause I croned some of his apples." Detroit Free Press. . I What a politician says Is one. ttlng nnu wum uo uoes is anomer. -K:WVBt fc s-" FAVORITES The Widow Muliinc, DM you lit-sr of the Widow .Uloa, Olionel ho lived in the town of Atlilone, Aloiol Oht she nlcltrd the llC-artS Ju' h wln In them parti So lovely the Widow Mulouc, Olionel I So lovely tho Widow Malont. 0t lovers she bd a full aeora Or More; And fortunes they all had galore, in store; ' rum the minister down To the clerk of tho crown. All were courting the Widow Malonc, Ubonel All were courting the Widow Maloue. Hut to niodett was Mistress Maloue, lwoj known That uo one could tec her alone. Ohouel Let them ogle and sigh. They could ne'er calch her eye So bashful tho Widow Maloue, Ouonel So bashful the Widow Mslonc. Till one Mlsther O'llrieu from Clare How iuarr; jit's little for blushing they cart Down there- Put hU arm round her waist. Uave ten klsiw at last Oh," iMja he, "you're my Molly Ms om My own! Oh.' says he, "you're my Molly Ma- loner And the widow they all thought so any, My cycl Ne'er thought of a simper or algh For why? Hut "Lucius," says she. "Since you've now made so free. You may marry your Mary Malone, UhoDel You may marry your Mary Malone." There's a moral contained in my sou. Not wrong. And, one comfort. It's not very long. nut strong; It for widows you die Learn to kiss, not to Irb. For they'xe all like aweut Mistress Mi- lonel Ohonel Oh! they're all like swt Mistress Ma lone! Charles Lever. Little Hot lllue. The little toy dog Is covered with, dust liut sturdy and stanch he stands: And the little toy soldier Is red with rust. And 111 musket molds lu his hands. Tlme w when the ,1UIb toy doR WM And the soldier was passing (dr. And that was the time when our Little Hoy Blue Kissed them and put them there. 'Now, don t you go till I come," he said, .n don I you make any nolseT So toddling oil to bis trundle-bed He dreamt of the pretty toys. And as he was dreaming an angrl aong Awakened our Little Hoy Wue I Oh, the years are many, the years are long. But the little toy friends are true. Aye faithful to Little Boy Blue they stanu. Each In the same old place. Awaiting the touch of a little hand. The smile of a littla face. And they wonder, as waiting these long years tnrongli In the dust of that little chair. What has become of our Little Boy Blue blnce He kissed them and put them there? -Eugene Field. GIANT PREHISTORIC BIRD. Hec of the i:pjronil Found Off the Madasancar Coaat. The recent finding of an egg of the great epyornls floating nbout In St. Augustine Bay, on the southwest coast of Madagascar, has Induced a party of Germans headed by Gottlieb Adolf Krause, the German explorer, to un dertake an exploration of the remote Interior of Madagascar In search of possible living specimens of tbla great bird of the post-plloccnc period of tbo world's history. The egg may havo come down with tho floods from the unexplored Interior of tho Island, or may have been burled for centuries In tho sand, preserved by some curious freak of nature, and then carried to sea. W hich of theso theories Is the proper one Professor Krause and his party will try to discover. According to geologists, at one time Madagascar and the Islands cast of Africa were one, but that later thn land subsided and left the Islands sep arated by a strait and since that tlmo the Islands have developed species to themselves. . The climatic changes which ensued are believed by some to bavo exterminated tho epyornls. But others declare that, as the country changed, the 'gigantic bird retired deep er nnd deeper into trie wilderness, where It has remained for centuries without molestation, unless It has been annihilated by some unknown savage tribe In the Interior, and will be found there to-day, somewhere between tho desert and the Auknrah Mountains. The finding of the egg In St. Augus tine Hay has deepened this Impression, and Professor Krause will try to es tablish the truth of the theory that toe egg Is of recent origin and not curiously preserved through centuries. Several French adventurers havo tried to penetrate Into the Interior, but they have returned without definite results, telling only of brief glimpses of queer animals, which were not accepted as valuable by scientists. Possibly the German explorers may be more for tunate. Tho egg found Is the thirty-fourth In existence, and tho largest Is U by 14 Inches In diameter. The bird Itself Is believed by scientists to have been fully, fifteen feet high, and to have weighed more than a ton, far larger than the ostrich, which Is itself n dan- Serous bird to handle; a blow from "s claws would bo fatal. Stories of some such bird In the Interior have long been extant nmonir natives, not only of Madogascor, but of other coun- tries, and Interest In them, y been I nwnkt-ned by ths finding of the now rgg. The trials (he expedition will hnvo to contend with will ha the Inliospltnllly of tho Inhabitants, scorching heat, scarcity of water, malarial swnmps, and extreme perils of Journeying through prlmevnl tropical forests. Two other parties while In search of tho epyornls met death In tho burning des erls of Klllarlvo, but, with the butter appliances carried by Professor Krmise nnd his parly, It Is believed that they will make discoveries that will prove the existence, or non-oxlsl enee of this groat bird of prehistoric times. Previous researches have not been carried on beyond tho high Initio laud, but the Hermans will try to pen ctrnte the wilds beyond the Oullahy river. SHE WORE THE KEY. Bad Ujt, 1'ntliellc Droop Mutle It tljratcry Until Kxplaliieil. It was the usual crowd of well gowned femininity that tilled the car. wending lis wny inntlnceward. Every woman at nit young or nt nil aiming to bo fashionable, wore n chain of some sort from which dangled charms of every kind nnd descriptions, lockets, heart-shaped and round, sumll gold or silver purses, lorgnettes mid watches, Tbo girl In the smart black costume. with exquisite sables, appeared to be exempt from the prevailing mania, nnd therefore became the mnrk for the at' tetillun of the observer of details. As the atmosphere of the car grew warm er she slipped the long fur scarf from her neck, revealing thu fact that no far from being Immune she had eclipsed all the others lu the originality of her "dangle. A small gold chain was worn around her neck and fell half wny to tho waist. On It was a key set with dla moiids. It wns no caprlco of the Jew eler, but the real article, au ordinary cvery-dny affair such as ono wrestles with nt the front door. .now, wnat wns the romance con neetrd with that very prosaic key making It worthy to be set with dia monds and displayed so prominently ns treasured possession? The sad eyes of the owner had that misty, far away look of unshed tears. The Par isian hat failed to hide the pathetic droopi of the graceful head. Hero was a story, surely. Imnglnn tlou conjured up n picture of a betroth nl rudely broken by the death of the fiance, the key treasured ns a inenicn to of the many happy evenings they had spent together, nnd the stolen kisses In the vestibule as he hesitated before opening the door for her. 'the somlier gown hinted nt a loss. The wistful eyes and sweet Hps ncccntu utcd the Idea. Or could the key be that of the vault where the young man had been en tombed? Could It be? Fancy waxed more and more grewsomo with each ucw contemplation of the unusual charm worn by this fair heroine of modern romance. At Sixty-fourth street another very smart young woman lionrded the car, and with a friendly greeting to the girl with the key at once opened up a conversation. 'I see you ore wearing your key,' she began." 'How shockingly unfeeling," thought the observer. 'Yes." replied she of tho pathetic eyes. "I can go out now with n peace ful mind, knowing that Marie will not be wearing my frocks. 1 never could bide It where she couldn't nnd It." Somehow tbo unshed tears and the pathetic droop weren't so noticeable now. New York Herald. HE HAD SEEN THEM BEFORE. Frenchman' Gift to Mcnelek Were Not Kntlrelr Appropriate. When M. Jules Orevy was president of tho French Republic, ubout twenty years ago, n mission visited Abyssinia, i unu us iviieiuK, iuu uj ttmuiuu iiiun arch, was supposed to have the tradi tional tastes of savago cbleftnlns, It curried as presents n sporting gun, u small cannon, and a musical box. The monarch followed with polite ness, If not apparently with very keen Interest, a demonstration of tbo work ings of the two Icthnl weapons, but al though tho Freuch envoy conscien tiously ground out the wholo balf-doi- en tunes which the musical box was nblo to perform, lie failed to elicit the royal approbation. 'I accept with pleasure," said Mcne lek, "the beautiful weapons you bring me on behalf of your government Am for tlio musical box, I will glvo it to some child, and I am suro ho will find It very amusing." 'It seems to me," said tho envoy, on retiring from tho royal presence, "that tho Negus Is having a llttlo fun with inc." Tho next day he had considerable confirmation of that opinion. Mcnelek Invited him to visit his private armory, "See," he said, "I have given tho place of honor to tbo lino sporting gun sent mo by the president" And so bo bad but that particular weapon figured as only ono of seven or eight of tho same pattern In a com plete collection of modern firearms, whleli thn Neiriin tiolltelv took from their cases to exhibit their merits to tho unfortunate Frenchman. This siiiall-nrms exhibition was followed by. that of a park of mountain artillery 'a gentle hint," surmises M. Hugues Le Houx In his recent book of travel, "Mcnelek et Nous." to nil It mlclit con- cern ns to tho desirability of tempering zeal with discretion when preying on when preying tho Inestimable blessings of European civ ilization upon tbo "Lion of Judah." Youths' Companion. The Logical Youth. In tho sentence, 'Tho train wound around tho foot of the mountain,' " til- rccted tho teacher, "you may parse tho word 'mountain.' " Mountain," began Johnny Wise, "Is a noun, common, feminine gender " Why do you say It Is femluluo?" Didn't you Just say that tho train was wound around Its foot?'' Balti more American. One of tho greatest accomplishments In tho world Is to bo nblo to back up the minute you find yourself going wrong. Thero Is a rich sound in closing a back door that only a tow people huve opportunity to enjoy A STUDY 3 DY A. CONAN DOYLE. CIIAPTElt HI Continued. No. 3 Laurlstou Gardens woro nn III omened and minatory look. It wns ono of four, which stood back sumo llttlo wny from tho street, two bring occu pus i nmi twu empty. Tho tnttcr looked out with throa Horn ot vncnut, molnncluily wIiuIowh, which woro blank nnd dreary, snvo that hero nnd thoro n "To Let" enr had dovolopod llko a cataract upon tlio bleared panes, A small garden sprinkled over with a scattered eruption of sickly plants separated each of thoso houses from tho street, nnd wns traversed by n nar row pathway, yellowish lu color, nnd consisting nppnrontly ot n mixture of ciny niui gravel Tho wholo idnco was vory slontiy from tho rntn which had fallen through tho night. Tho garden was boiiudo by a three-foot hr ck wnll with frlngo ot wood Tails upon tho ton. nnd against mis wnll was leaning n ntnl wnrt pollco constnblo. surrounded by n small knot of loafers, who craned their necks nnd strained their ores In tho vain hope, ot catching somo glimpse or tun proceedings within, I hnd Imnglned that Sherlock Holmes would nt onco havo lmrrloi Into tho houso and plunged Into study ot tho mystery. Nothing nnnenred to bo furthor from ins intention. With nn nlr of non chnlnnco, which under tho clrctim stances seemed to mo to bordor upon affectation, ho lounged up nnd down tho pavement, nnd gnted vacnntly nt tlio ground, tho sky, tho opposlt Houses nnd thn lino of railings. Having finished his scrutiny, ho pro ceed I y slowly down tho path, or rather down tho frlngo of grass which Hanked tho path, keeping his eyes riveted upon tho ground. Twice ho stopped and onco I saw him nmllo nnd hoard him utter nn ox clnmatlon ot satisfaction. Thoro were ninny mnrks of footsteps upon tho wot clayey soil, hut slnco tho pollco had been coming nnd going over it I wn unnblo to sco how my companion could hopo to learn anything from it Still. I had had such oxtrnordlnnry ovldonco of tho quickness ot his per ccptlvo faculties that I hnd nn doubt ho could sco n groat deal which wa hidden from mo, At tho door of tho houso wo woro met by a tall, white-faced, flavcn-halrci mnn, with n notebook In his hand, who rushed forward and wrung my com ponton's hand with effusion. It Is Indeed kind of you to como, ho said. "I have had everything left untouched. "Except thntl" my friend answered pointing to tho pathway. "If n hord ot buffaloes had passed nlong, thero could not bo n greater mess. No doubt, however, you hnd drawn your own con elusions, Gregson, boforo you permit ted this.' I havo hnd so much to do Insldo tho houso," tho detective said, ovas. Ivcly. "My colleague. Mr. Lostrado, I here. I had rolled upon lilm to look after tills.' Holmes glanced nt mo nnd raised his eyebrows sardonically, "With two such men ns yourself and Lcstrndo upon thn ground, thero will not bo much for n third party to to find out." ho said. Gregson rubbed his nanus in a sou- satlsucd wny. "I think wo havo dono nil that can bo done, ho answered. "It s n queer enso, though, and I know your tasto for Buch things." You did not como hero In a caul asked Sherlock Holmes. "No, sir." "Nor Lostrado?" "No. sir." "Then let us go nnd look at the room. With which neonseqnent remark ho ntrodo on Into tho houso. followed by orison, whoso featuros oxpressod his astonishment Holmoa wnlked In nnd I followed him with that subdnod feollng nt my heart which tho presenco of death In' snlres. It was a largo, square room, looxing all tho larger tor tho absence or all furniture Onnoslto tho door was n showy firo nlaco. On ono corner of this wns stuck tho stumn of a red wax candle Tho solitary window wns so flirty that tho light was hazy nnd uncertain, giving n dull gray tlngo to everything, which was Intensified by tho thick layer of dust which coated tho wholo apartment All theso uciaus I onsnrvco, niter- ward. At present my attention was centered upon tho slngln grim, mo- tlonless flguro which lay stretched unon tho boards, with vacant, sight less oyos staring up at tho discolored colling. It wns that of n man nbout forty' thrco or forty-four years of ago, mid- dio-fllzod, broad shouldorod, with crisp, curling black hair, and n short,, stubby beard. Ills hands wero clenched nnd Jils arms thrown abroad, whllo his lower limbs woro Interlocked ns tnougn his death strugglo had been n grlovouB 10. On his Held faco thoro stood nn ex- nrnsslon of horror, nnd. ns It sccmod to me, of hatred, such as I havo novor seen upon human featuros. Tnls malignant nna lornma conior- tion, combined with tno low roreneau blunt noso, nnd prognathous Jaw, gavo tho doad man a singularly sinuous ana npe-IIko nppenranco, wnicn was in creased by his writhing, unnatural pos turo. Lcstrndo. loan nnd forrct-llko as ever, was standing by tho doorway nnd greeted my companion nnd mysolf. "This caso will mnKo n stir, sir,' no remarked, "it oeais nnyiinnK i mivo scon, and I am no chicken,' "Thero Is no clow," said Gregson, "'None nt all." chimed In Lostrado. Bhorlock Holmes approached tho body and kneeling down, oxamlned It Intently. "You aro su.-o that thoro Is no wound?" ho a'sked, pointing to Humor ous gouts and splashes ot blood which lay all around. "Posltlvol" cried notn notpciivos. "Then of courso this blood uoiongs to a second Individual presumably tho murdoror, If murdor has been com mitted, It reminds mo of tho circum stances attondlng on tho death of Van Janscn, In Utrecht, In tho year 34. Do you romomber tho caso, Gregson?" "No, sir." "Iloud It un you really should, Thoro Is nothing new tinder tbo sun. It has all been dono bororo." . As he spoko his nlmblo lingers woro flying horo. thero nmf ovorywhoro, fooling, pressing, unbuttoning, oxuni- IN SCARLET. Itilug, while bin eyes woro tho mimo rnr nwny oxpiosslon, which 1 nnvu 111 ready remarked unon. So swiftly wns thu examination miuUi that ono would hardly havo guessed tho minuteness with which It was con ducted. Finally,' liti sniffed tho doad mnii'a Hps and then glanred nt tl snien of his patent leather bnotii, "Ho has not boon moved at nil?" ho asked. "No moro thnn wns nncessnry for tho purpose of our examination." "You can tnko him to tno mortuary now," ho anld. "Thoro Is nothing moru to no leained." Orccson hnd a stretcher nnd four men nt hand. At his cnll they entered mo room, niui tno summer wus lirtod ami carried out. As they raised lilm n ring llnnled down nnd rolled across tho floor. Lo Btrado grabbed It up and stored nt it with luystlflod eyes. "Thuro'a boon n wtimnii horo." ho cried. "It'B n woman's wedding ring, IIo held It out ns ho spoke, upon tho palm ot his blind. Wo all gathered round lilm nnd gated at It. Thoro could bo nn doubt that that circle of plain gold had onco adorned tho flncor of n nrldo. "This complicates matters." sold Oregaon. "Hoavon knows, thoy woro complicated enough heforor "ltni'ro suro It decan t simplify tuotnT' obsorved Holmos. "Thoro nothing to bo learned by staring nt It What did you find In his pockets? " Wo havo It nil hero." snld Grog. son, pointing to n Utter ot objects upon ono of tho bottom steps ot tho stairs A gold watch. No, 97.1C3. by llarraud or ixindon. Gold Albert chain, very heavy nnd solid. Gold ring, with Ma sonic dovlco. Gold pin bulldog' head, with rubles ns oyos. Hussion leather curd caso. with cards of Knoch J. Ilrchhcr, of C leveland, correspond lug with tho K. J. I). upon tho linen No purse, but loose money to tho ox tent of Bovim pounds thirteen. Pock ct edition of Boccaccio's 'Decameron with iinmn of Joseph Htongcrson upon tho fly loaf. Two letters ono nddros od to 13. J. Drcbbor nnd 0110 to Joscp Htnugcrson. "At what address?" "American Exchange. Strand to b left till cnllad for. They aro both from thn Dulnn Steamship Company, nnd refer to the Bulling ot tholr boatn from Liverpool. It Is clear that this unfor tunnto man waB about to return to Now York." "Havo you mndo any Inquiries as to this man Slangerson? "1 did It nt once," snld Gregson. "1 hnvo had advertisements sent to nil the newspapers, nnd ono ot my men has gono to tho American Exchnngo, hut ha has not returned yet." "Hnvo you sent to Cleveland? "Wo telegraphed this morning.' "How did you word your inquiries? "Wo simply detailed tho clrcum stnnccs, nnd snld that wo should bo glad of nny Information which could help us." "You did not nsk for particulars on any point which appeared to you to bo crucial?" I asked about fllnngerson." Nothing elsn? Is thorn no clrcum stnnca on which this wholo enra ap pears to hlngo? Will you not tolo- graph again?" "I hnvo said nil I havo to say," sold Gregson, in nn offended voice. Sherlock Holmes chuckled to him self, nnd npnonrod to bo nbout to make somo remark, when Lostrado, who had been In tho front room whllo wo woro holding this conversation lu tho hall reappeared upon tho scono, rubbing his hands In a pompous and woll-sntlsfled manner. Mr. Gregson," ho snld. "I hnvo Just mado a discovery of tho highest m portnnco. nnd ono which would hnvo been overlooked hnd I not mado n enro- fill examination of tho walls Tho llttlo man's oyos sparkled as ha spoko, nnd ho was evidently In n state suppressed exultation nt having scored n point against his colleague. 'Como hero," ho said, bustling back Into tho room, tho ntmosphcro or which felt cleaner slnco tho removal ot Its ghastly Inmate. "Now, stand thero! Ha struck n rnntch on his boot and held It up against thn wall. "Look nt that! ho said triumphant Iy I hnvo remarked that tho paper had fal.cn away in parts. In this partial lar cornor of tho room a largo plcco had pcelod off, leaving a yellow equal 0 t conrso plastering. Across thin bnro Bpaco thero was scrawled In blood-red letters a single word: IIACIIE "Whnt do you think ot that?" crlod tho dctoctlvo. with tho nlr of a show man exhibiting his show. "This wns ovorlookod hecauso It wns In tho dark est corner of tho room, and no ono thought of looking thoro. Tho mur- crer has written It with Ins or nor own blood. Boo this smear whoro It has trickled down tho wnll! That disposes ot tho Idea of sulcldn, anyhow. Why was thnt-corner choson to wrlto It on? will tell you. Sco that cnndlo on tho mantolploco. It was lighted at tho tlmo, and If It was lighted this cornor would bo tho brightest Instead of tho darkest portion of tho wall." "And what docs It mean, now that you havo found It?" askod Gregson, in deprecatory tono. "Mean 7 Why. It means that tho writer was going to put the femalo nnrao Rachel, but was disturbed boforo ho or sho had tlmo to finish. You mark my words, when this cobo comes to bo cleared up you'll nnd tnnt a woman named Rachel has something to do with It. It's nil very well for you to laugh, Mr. Bherlock Holmes. You may bo very nmnrt nnd clovor, Jiut tho old hound Is tho best, when all Is snld nnd dono." ' 'I really bog your pardon I" said my companion, who had ruffled tho llttlo man's temper by bursting Into an ex plosion of Initghtor. "You ' cortalnly havo tho credit of being tho first of us to find out, and, an you say, It hoara overy mark of having been written by tho othor participant In Inst night's myatory. I hnvo not had tlmo to ox amino this room yet, but with your permission I shall do so now," As ho spoke ho whipped a tapo meas ure nnd a largo, round, magnirying glass from his pocket. So engrossed wns ho with his occu pation thnt ho appeared to havo for cotton our nrosonco. for ho chnttorod away to himself under his brcnth tho wholo tlmo, keeping up a running nro of exclamations, groans, whistles nnd llttlo cries suggcstlvo ef ' oncourago -ment and of hopo. '"' As I wttchtd him I was IriimtlMy rsmlnrind of pure-bloods!, woll trained fox hound cs It dnshsii back ward and forward through tlio covort, whining hi ltd eagerness, until It comes across tho lost scout. For twenty inlnulca or moro ho con tinued his resen relies, measuring with tho mont oxnet euro tho dlsliinco bo twoon mnrks which wero entirely In visible to mo, nnd occasionally apply ing his tnpo to thu walls lu an equally lucomprehmislhlq manner. In ono plttco ho gathered vory cnio fully a llttlo pllo of gray dust from tho ilmir. nmi narked It away lu nn envel ope Flnnlly ho cuamlnod wllh bin glnss tho word upon inn wnu, lining over uv ory lottor of It with tlio most nilniitu exactness. This dono. ho nppeared to bo Balls lied, for ho roplaced his tnpo and his glass 111 his pocket. ' "Thuy sny thnt nonius Is an Infinite capacity for taking pains." ho ie marked, with a smllo. "Its n vory bad definition, but It docs apply to do terllvo work." , , , Gregson and Lcstrndo hnd watched tho manoiivers of their amateur com panion with consldornhlo curiosity nnd somo contompt. , , Thoy evidently failed to appreciate tho fact, which I had begun to ronllso. that Sherlock Holmes' smallest actions woro all dlrocted toward somo dullnltn and practical end. "What do you thing ot 11. sin 11107 both ashed, "It would bo robbing you or tho cred it of iiin ensn If I was to presume to help you." romarked my friend, "You nro doing so woll now thnt It would bo a pity for any ono to Intel fern." Thoro was a world of sarcasm In his voleo 1111 ho spoko. "If you will let mu know how your Investigations go," ho con tinued, "I shnll bo happy to glvo you nny help I cnn. In tho monntlnio. I should llko to speaK 10 tno cousiauin who found tho body. Can you glvo mo his 11111110 and nddioss?" "John Itniice," Ho snld. "tin is on duty now. You will find him nt a Audloy Court, Kensington Park Gate." Holmes took a nolo of tho mldress. "Como nlong. doctor," ho sum: "wo hall co and look lilm UP. I'll tell you ono thing which may help you In tho caso." ho continued, turning to tlm two detectives. "Thero bus been murder done, nnd tho murderer was n man. IIo wob moro thnn six reel high, was In tho prlmo of life, had small feet for his height, woro coarse, square-toed boots, nnd smoked n Trlchltiopoly cigar. Ho camo hero with his victim In n four-wheeled cab. which wns drawn by n horse with three old shoos and 0110 now ono on his off foreleg. In all probability the murdiiror had a llor- Id race, and tho linger nans or 111s rlulii hand wero remarkably long. These nrc only n few Indications, but thoy may assist you." Lostrn.lc nn.l Gregson looked nt each othor with nn Incredulous smile. 'If this man was murdered, how wns It done?" asked tho former. 'Poison." said Sherlock Holmes. curtly, nnd strode off. "Ono other thing, I.ostrnde." ho added, turning round nt tho door; "'iincne' is 1110 Gorman for 'revenge;' so don t loso your time looking for Miss Ilnchel." Wllh which Parthian shot ho walked away lenvlng mo two rivals open mouthed behind him. (To h mminiiM.) HOW C0NVICT8 PA88 THE TIME Some Very Artistic Work Done In th Prliom of America, It Is nt onco Intonating nnd pathetic, says tho Philadelphia Itcoonl, to go through tho cells o( thn isittirn iinl tentlnry ami to notn tlio objects which, wllli tedious piilua, tlio prisoners liiivo mndo to whllo tho timo'nwsy. Hern 11 mutitol will IkiIiiihk with n Ininbioiiuin, elaborately (ringed, the lino knots and lulfrato patterns ol Urn tlueudnniinpiir- lifg with tint work ot tho Kionrli laro makers. Tho lambrequin Is of an add blue, and tho vlcltnr Is told Unit It Is mado of an old alr of prl-vm trousers. On a little gilt hinclnt Isn unsll stuffed animal. Tliu bracket, so dnllialulr turned. Is of ucivMinix-rs pasted togetlior and gilded, and tbo animal Is a rat, 'might in a homo inauo trap, miffed with rags and pieces of rlmwing gum, colored with flie blacking for lis eyes. A wall If completely covered with a really artistic decoration of roetls, on which nro perched nt least "DO birds, each accurately colored nnd iliawn. There nro nisi numberless checkqr- lioards and chessmen that, In tlio deli cacy of their Inlay work and In tlio In triency of tholr carving would do honor to tho craftsmen of tho Orient. Why lie Wsntcd to Go. Up nt prlmry school No. I) In Brook. lyn tlio other dny, onu of tlio boys pro. runted a iiotu from his mother, asking to 1 10 allowed to go homo at 2 o'clock. The teacher looked at him severely. Pco here," sho laid, "you'vo been out a great deal lately, and hero you havo a nolo to go out niinln. Now, wo can't do things that way. II you aro coming to (chool I want you to stay horo. What do you want to go out for?" "My mothur wanted mo to go to New York," repllod tho small Jioy. "Wouldn't Hal unlay afternoon do Just as woll?" "No, ma'am." "Do you havo to go nt 8 o'clock?" "Yes, ma'am." "Wouldn't half past 2 do as well?" "No, ma'am',' "Woll, what do you hnvo to go for nnyway?" "PleuHO, ma'am, my cousin's dead." Tho expression on tho teacher's faco was wonderful to behold as olio gave tlio boy tinrmlsslon to go. Now ork riven- lug Mall. He Found'Out. "Wogotqueor mon on our chips omotlmcs," said Hoar Admiral Hchloy, nun no was toning stones of his ex. poriences, "although they are all bravo nd loyal," Thoro uas a landsman on ono of my ships onco who wus 11 bright fellow", pparontiy, nmn toog mm oh an order ly, Ono night I was In my cabin mid go 0 of wind camo up. I called tho orderly anil snld 1 'Find cut haw tho Ipd Is blowing and .report to inn,' "I ho man wns gono a low minutos. and then camo in and loported: Captain, tno wind is blowing r uht over tlio ship.' " Mkt Dcqueiti el Their tlrslns. Tlio Cornell llrnln Association, of Mch l'rof. Hurt a. Wilder Is hichI. don!, (ins received moro than 100 m quests of tho brains of highly educated people, as a result of thu circulation of a unique form of "will and toutiw mont," which by draw up and asked, thorn to sign. !