WOMAN
AulKor of ftheAMATFJJR CRACKSMAN.
RAFFLES. Etc.
lltUSIRATIONS hy O. IRWIN MVERS
copyniOHT & oft pobpj -aiebriU ccwPAisy
CHAPTER XII Continued.
11
Toy accepted his (ate with a ready
resignation, little abort of. alacrity.
There was a gleam In his somber eyeg
and hli blue chin came up with a Jerk.
"That's talking!" said he. "Now will
you promise me never to marry Caza
letT" "Mr. Toye!"
"That's talking, too, and I guess I
mean It to be. It's not all dog-ln-the-manger,
either. I want that promise a
lot more than I want the other. You
needn't marry me, Miss Blanche, but
you mustn't marry Cazalet."
Blanche was blazing. "But this Is
Imply outrageous"
"I claim there's an outrageous cause
(or It. Are you prepared to swear
what I ask, and trust me as I'll trust
you, or I to tell you the whole
thing right now?"
"You won't force me to listen to an
other word from you, If you're a gen
tleman, Mr. Toye!"
"It's not what I am that counts.
Swear that to me, and I swear, on my
side, that I won't give him away to
you or anyone else. But it must be
the most solemn contract man and
woman ever made."
The silver teapot arrived at this
Juncture, and not Inopportunely. She
had to give him his tea, with her
young maid's help, and to play a tiny
part In which he supported her really
beautifully. She had time to think, al
most coolly; and one thought brought
a thrill. If It was a question of her
marrying or not marrying Walter
Cazalet, then he must be free, and only
th doer of some dreadful deed!
' "What has he done?" she begged,
with a pathetic abandonment of her
previous attitude, the moment they
were by themselves.
I "Must I tell you?" His reluctance
rang genuine.
' "I insist upon it!" she flashed again.
"Well, it's a long story."
"Never mind. I can listen."
"You know, I had to go back to
Italy"
"Had you?"
"Well, I did go." He had slurred
the first statement; this one was char
acteristically deliberate. "I did go,
and before I went I asked Cazalet for
an introduction to some friends of his
down In Rome."
"I didn't know he had any," said
Blanche.
"Why, he doesn't have any," said
Toye, "hut he claimed to have some.
He left the Kaiser Fritz the other day
at Naples. I guess he told you?"
"No, I understod he came round to
Southampton. Surely you shared a
cabin?"
"Only from Genoa; that's where I
took the steamer and Cazalet regained
her."
"Well?"
"He claimed to have spent the In
terval mostly with friends at Rome.
Those friends don't exist, Miss
Blanche," said Toye.
"Is tb-.t any business of mine?" she
asked him squarely.
"Why, yes, I'm afraid it's going to
be. That Is, unless you'll still trust
me"
"Go on, please."
"Why, he never stayed at Rome at
all, nor yet in Italy any longer than It
takes to come through on the train.
Your attention for one moment!" He
took out a neat pocketbook. Blanche
had opened her lips, but she did not
Interrupt; she just grasped the arms
of her chair, aa though about to bear
physical pain. "The Kaiser Fritz"
Toy was speaking from his book
"got to Naples late Monday afternoon,
September eighth. Seems she was
overdue, and I was mad about It, and
never got away again till the "
"Do tell me about Walter Cazalet!"
oried Blanche. It was like gmall talk
from a dentist at the last moment.
"I want you to understand about the
steamer first," said Toye. "She wait
ed Monday night In the Bay of Naples,
only sailed Tuesday morning, only
reached Genoa Wednesday morning,
and lay there all of forty-eight hours,
aa these German boats do, anyhow.
That brings us to Friday morning be
fore the Kaiser Fritz gets quit ot Italy,
doesn't It?"
. "Yes I suppose so do tell me
about Walter!"
"Why, I first heard of him at Ge
noa, where they figured I should have
a stateroom all to myself, as the other
gentleman had been left behind at
Naples. I never saw him till he
scrambled aboard again Friday, about
the llfty-nlnth minute of the eleventh
tour."
"At Genoa?"
"Sure,"
"And you pretend to know where
he'd been?"
"I guess I do know" and Toye
sighed as he raised his little book.
"Cazalet stepped on the train that left
Naples stx-Bfty Monday evening, and
off the one timed to reach Charing
Cross three-twenty-flve Wednesday."
"The day of the m "
"Yes. I never called It by the hard
est name, myself; but it was seven
thirty Wednesday evening that Henry
Craven got his death-blow somehow.
Well, Walter Cazalet left Charing
SANITY IN MUSICAL WORLD
c
ar Has Failed to Produce the Dis
cord That at One Time Seemed
Sure to Come.
Summing up of the musical year
has begun though the drums, fifes,
rumpets and bands in certain of our
jparks are stimulating the public spir
its and keeping up the popular en
iergy. On the whole we have been
generous. Mr. Percy Scholea' list of
jtntarned musicians contains no alien
Cross again by the nine o'clock that
night, and was back aboard the Kaiser
Frits on Friday morning full of his
friends In Rome who didn't exist I"
The note-book was put away with
every symptom of relief.
"I suppose you can prove what you
say?" said Blanche in a voice as dull
as her unseeing eyes.
'"I have men to swear to him tick
et-collectors, conductors, waiters on
the restaurant-car all up and down
the line. I went over the same
ground on the same trains, so that
was simple. I can also produce the
barber who claims to have taken oft
his beard in Paris, where he put in
hours Thursday morning."
Blanche looked up suddenly, not at
Toye, but past him toward an over
laden side-table against the wall. It
was there that Cazalet's photograph
had stood among many others; until
this morning she had never missed it,
for she seemed hardly to have been
In her room all the week; but she had
been wondering who had removed It,
whether Cazalet himself (who had
spoken of doing so, she now knew
why), or Martha (whom she would not
question about It) In a fit of ungov
ernable disapproval. And now there
was the photograph back in Its place,
leather frame and all!
"I know what you did," said
I Blanche. 'You took that photograph
with you the one on that table and
had him identified by It!"
"It was the night I came down to
bid you good-by," he confessed, "and
didn't have time to watt I didn't
come down for the photo. I never
thought of it till I saw it there. I
came down to kind of warn you, Miss
Blanche!"
"Against him?" she said, as if there
was only one man left In the world.
"Yes I guess I'd already warned
Cazalet that I was starting on his
tracks."
And then Blanche Just said, "Poor
old Sweep!" as one talking to her
self. And Toye seized upon the words
as she had seized on nothing from
him.
"Have you only pity for the fellow?"
he cried; for she was gazing at the
bearded . photograph without revul
sion.
"Of course," she answered, hardly
attending.
"Even though he killed this man-
even though he came across Europe to
kill him?"
"You don't think it was deliberate
yourself, even if he did do it."
"But can you dotlbt that he did?"
cried Toye, quick to ignore the point
"I Know What You Did," Said Blanohe.
"You Took That Photograph With
You."
she had made, yet none the less sin
cerely convinced upon the other. "I
guess you wouldn't if you'd heard
some ot the things he said to me on
the steamer; and he's made good on
every syllable since he landed. Why,
It explains every single thing he's
done and left undone. He'll strain
every nerve to have Scruton ably de
fended, but he won't see the man he's
defending; says himself that he can't
face him!"
"Yes. He said so to me," said
Blanche, nodding in confirmation.
"To you?"
"I didn't understand him."
"But you've been seeing him all this
while?"
"Every day," said Blanche, her soft
eyes filling suddenly. "We've had
we've had the time of our lives!
"My God!" said Toye. "The time ot
your life with a man who's got another
man's blood on his hands and that
makes no difference to youl The
time of your life with the man who
knew where to lay hands on the
weapon he'd done It with, who went as
far as that to save the innocent, but
no farther!
"He would; he will still, If It's still
necessary. You don't know him, Mr.
Toye; you haven't known him all your
life.
"And all this makes no difference to
a good and gentle woman one of the
gentlest and the best God ever made?'
"If you mean me, I won't go as far
composers and performers in English
prisons. But harmony was split.
Brodsky (of Manchester and Russia)
was caught in Germany, Rlchter re
nounced his English honors, Kreisler
went to fight for Austria, and Lamond
was shut up at Ruhleben. Harmony
was disturbed. In England the war
threatened for a moment to banish
the music made in Germany. But
sanity prevailed. Wagner could not be
banished. The Royal Philharmonic re
fused to abolish the bust of Beetho
vea from its place before the orcbea-
as that," ial Blanoh. 1 must see
him first."
"See Cazalot?"
Toye had com to his) feet, not aim'
ply In the horror and Indignation
which had gradually taken possession
of him, but under the stress ot some
new and sudden resolve.
"Of course," said Dlanche; "of
course I must see him as soon as
possible."
"You shall never speak to that man
again, as long as ever you live," said
Toye, with the utmost emphasis and
deliberation.
'Who's going to prevent me?"
I am, by laying an Information
against htm this minute, unless you
promise never to see or to speak to
Cazalet again."
Blanch felt cold and sick, but the
bit of downright bullying did her good.
"I didn't know you were a black
mailer, Mr. Toye I"
"You know I'm not; but I mean to
save you from Cazalet, blackmail or
white."
"To save me from a mere old friend
nothing more nothing all our
lives!"
"I believe that," he said, searching
her with his smoldering eyes. "You
couldn't tell a lie, I guess, not if you
tried! But you would do something;
It's just a man being next door to hell
that would bring a Qod's angel"
His voice shook.
She was as quick to soften on her
side.
'Don't talk nonsense, please," she
begged, forcing a smile through her
distress. "Will you promise to do
nothing if If I promise?"
"Not to go near him?"
. "No."
"Nor to see him here?"
"No."
"Nor anywhere else?"
"No. I give you my word."
"If you break It, I break mine that
minute? Is It a deal that way?"
"Yes! Yes! I promise!"
"Then so do I, 'by God!" said Hil
ton Toye.
CHAPTER XIII.
Falth Unfaithful.
"It's all perfectly true," said Caza
let calmly. "Those were my move
ments while I was oft the ship, except
tor the five hours and a bit that I was
away from Charing Cross. I can't
dispute a detail of all the rest. But
they'll have to fill in those five hours
unless they want another case to col
lapse like the one against Scruton!"
Old Savage had wriggled like a ven
erable worm, In the experienced tal
ons of the Bobby's Bugbear; but then
Mr. Drlnkwater and his discoveries
had come still worse out ot a hotter
encounter with the truculent attorney;
and Cazalet had described the whole
thing as only he could describe a
given episode, down to the ultimate
dismissal of the charge against Scru
ton, with a gusto the more cynical tor
the deliberately low pitoh of his voice.
It was in the little lodging-house sit
ting room at Nell Gwynne's Cottages;
he stood with his back to the crack
ling fire that he had just lighted him
self, as it were, already at bay; for
the folding doors were In front of his
nose, and his eyes roved Incessantly
fromhe landing door on one side to
the curtained casement on the other.
Yet sometimes he paused to gaze at
the friend who had come to warn him
of his danger; and there was nothing
cynical or grim about him then.
Blanche had broken her word for
perhaps the first time in her life; but
It had never before been extorted from
her by duress, and it would be affec
tation to credit her with much com
punction on the point. Her one great
qualm lay In the possibility of Toye's
turning up at any moment; but this
she had obviated to some extent by
coming straight to the cottages when
he left her presumably to look for
Cazalet In London, since she had been
careful not to mention his change
of address. Cazalet, to her relief, but
also a little to her hurt, she had found
at his lodgings In the neighborhood,
full of the news he had not managed
to communicate to her. But it was no
time for taking anything but his peril
to heart. And that they had been dis
cussing, almost as man to man, If
rather as Innocent man to Innocent
man; for even now, or perhaps now
in his presence least of all, Blanche
could not bring herself to believe her
old friend guilty ot a violent crime,
however unpremeditated, for which
another had been allowed to suffer, for
however short a tlme.-
(TO BH CONTINUED.)
"Rao-Tlme."
Rag-time music, "being In no wis
serious," is the reverse ot depressing.
"The African Jingles ot the present
day create an emotional atmosphere
of restlessness and excitement which
Is typically American, and which Is
opposed to health only so tar as our
national restlessness and lack of poise
tend to make us a people whose na
tional disease Is nervous exhaustion."
Roughly speaking, lively music,
such as rag time, is likely to rouse de
pressed persons from their melan
choly; sad and pathetic music will
sooth the excitable and hyparnerr
ous. On Way to Mak a Friend.
There ar several kinds of hypocrisy,
but the one that masculinity most fa
vors is spurious devillshness. Nothing
brings the beam of contentment so
fervently to the mediocre eye as a Dob
Juan accusation. Dig blm In the ribs
and wink as you call him a sly dog
and he loves you. He may be the
quintessence of domestic respectabil
ity, but if you will but insist that you
believe blm capable of maintaining a
seraglio with consummate deceit, you
are his friend.
tra possibly because Beethoven's an
cestry was proved to be Flemish.
Bach and Brahms have had their cele
bration upon English strings and wind.
And rightly! London Chronicle.
Telephone Record.
The French language has been
found much better adapted to long
distance telephoning than the English,
and expert operators In Paris hav
succeeded In transmitting messages to
London at the rat ot 180 words a mln-
4
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t SANTA TOSCA
w
HEN Attlla and his Huns
invaded Italy In A. D. 453
they destroyed Alttnum
among other cities. The
folk of Alttnum took refuge on an Is
land In the lagoon and founded Tor
cello. In the pressure of those miser
able days, when the German Invaders
almost succeeded In destroying the
civilization which Greece and Rome
had slowly built up during a thousand
years of wise labor, the lagoon Islands
became a place ot retreat for various
harried peoples, who fled to them for
sholter, as in our days so many dis
tressed Belgians have fled to Holland
and England, writes Sir Martin
Conway In Country life. That
was how Venice and Malamocco
were called into being; but Torcello
was the first of these cities ot refuge.
It was likewise for a long time the
chlet city ot the lagoons; the first
Doge whose name Is remembered had
his seat of government there.
Venice, for all Its antiquity, throbs
with contemporary life. To go from
It to Torcello Is to plunge Into the
past. The very transit by gondola
matches also that transition, From
the city of the living you float past
the city of the dead, and so over the
wide lagoon to Burano. Then come
devious channels among sand banks
and low lying islands, Inhabited, if at
all, by malaria-stricken folk. At last
Torcello rises before you with Its im
posing group of churches and its In
significant cluster of houses. There
stands the cathedral with its Ro
manesque campanile and near by the
arcaded octagon of Santa Fosca. Gone
Is all else of Importance that once
arose here In pride. A ruined bap
tistery can still be traced. The small
piazza retains an unlmposing medi
eval town hall and the loggia where
laws were proclaimed. That is all. A
few fishing boats alone represent the
fleet of merchant vessels that In the
tenth century filled the great haven
whereof Constantine Porphyrogenetos
wrote: Moreover, the whole aspect of
the place 1b one of abandonment.
Grass grows in the streets. There Is
nothing going on. The only modern
life is that brought by the visitors
who come to see the dead city.
Churches are Restorations.
It follows that he who would taste
the abiding and most rare charm ot
Torcello must not visit it In a crowd.
He must come alonev or at most with
one or two sympathetic companions,
and he must have plenty of time to
spare, for such visions as these can
not be apprehended in a few hurried
moments. They do not strike a hasty
beholder; they creep Into the con
sciousness of one who yields himself
entirely to their slow, insidious pene
tration. Neither the cathedral nor
Santa Fosca are in fact nearly so old,
In their preesnt condition, as they
seem to be. One would willingly
enough accept them as of early Chris
tian date, for both the basilica and
the round church are built on ancient
lines and conform to early architec
tural forms. The first cathedral on
this spot was that built In mid-seventh
century by Altlnum refugees; possi
bly one carved stone from that may
survive. In 864 and again In 1008 the
building was seriously dealt with, and
the first restoration amounted to a
rebuilding, though, to some extent, on
the old lines and preserving the orig
inal apse.
In the year 1008 a further restora
tion was taken in hand, this time un
der strong Byzantine Influence and
probably with the co-operation of
Greek craftsmen. This was during tho
flood tide of the Byzantine Renais
sance, when the Eastern empire was
strong once more and revived and
even surpassed the glories of the great
days ot Justinian. Then it was that
all the arts ' flourished In' Constanti
nople and that from it the courts and
wealthy shrines of all the West were
enriched with the priceless and superb
work ot Greek goldsmiths, weavers,
embroiderers, and skilled craftsmen
of every sort. Venice, of course, lntl-
Many Jellyfish There,
An Interesting feature of the bay of
Naples is the great quantity of large
Jellyfish found therein. It Is not un
usual to find them fully two feet In
diameter and weighing up to 60
pounds. Some of them shine at night
with a greenish light and are known
as noctiluca (night lanterns) by the
natives. The Jellyfish sometimes make
migrations In great groups, sometimes
so large and so thick as to Impede the
navigation of vessels, like the float
ing plants In the Sargasso sea of the
tropics. These shoals of medusae, as
they are called, may at times be so
dense that a piece of timber plunged
in among them will be held upright as
if stuck in the mud, and ordinary row
boats cannot force their way through
them. Their migrations have never
been explained.
To Repair Scarred Mahogany.
When children and mahogany furni
ture dwell together under the same
roof the former are liable to make "Im
pressions" on the datter. When Tom
my comes with the sad apology "my
engine ran right into the table leg,"
MM ...'ill... ti
i Lwmutikr'r"
mately connected with the Eastern
empire as she was, felt the Impulse ot
this strong artistic life. The rebuild
ing of St. Mark's in the local Italian
style by Doge Orseolo had only Just
been completed. Hence It was not
there but at Torcello that the new
style made Its first notable appear
ance In the lagoons, and the sugges
tion Is at least plausible that the work
done on the cathedral In that Island
stimulated the people of Venice Itself
again to overthrow and more splendid
ly rebuild the Basilica Marclana In the
form which, with later additions, it
retains today. Now also the church was
equipped with a noble marble screen,
or lconostasis, and a well carved am
bo, both thoroughly eastern In type,
whereof notable fragments remain to
day. The six columns and four panels
between the outer pairs of the Bcreen
are still In place, but the marble archi
trave or beam that lay on the capitals
and doubtless supported precious
lamps and other ornaments Is gone,
its place being taken by an Inferior
row of painted panels.
Beautiful Byzantine Sculpture.
That the four great sculptured slabs
should be so perfectly preserved is
matter for great satisfaction, no more
finely decorative work ot a Byzantine
chisel being in our day anywhere dis
coverable. On the best ot them a pair
ot peacocks, facing one another, are
pecking at the contents of a bowl
which Is raised on a column between
them. The rest of the space Is filled
with whorls of tendrils, and the whole
Is framed within a border, adorned
with a series of thoBe charming ro
settes within circles which decorated
every Byzantine lady's ivory Jewel
casket of that time. As for the ambo,
or pulpit, that was pulled to pieces at
a later date and Bet up again m an
altered position and a blundering fash-
Ion, so that the parts are all wrongly
arranged and many are missing.
About the time when the ambo was
being pulled to pieces the cathedral
underwent a further restoration. Its
Inlaid floor was then put down and
mosaic pictures were affixed all over
Its west wall and in some other
places. But by that date the best age
of Byzantine art was passed, and the
west wall mosaics, though still highly
interesting In spite of much radical
restoration, are not very beautiful.
Torcello had lost Us Importance and
no longer could command the re
sources of more prosperous days.
It was, however, at this time that
the little church of Santa Fosca re
ceived the form which It still retains.
Originally it was a email three aisled
basilica, with a little apse at the end
of each aisle. For what reason and
by whom the church was rebuilt in Its
present octagonal, porticoed shape Is
not recorded. Nothing of the original
church remains except two of the lit
tle apses. The rest Is all built on
rather an ambitious Byzantine model,
and was evidently Intended to be sur
mounted by a dome.
Those Awful Reporters.
The young reporter meant well, but
he was not posted up In tho mysteri
ous details of feminine fashion, and,
being unexpectedly sent In an emer
gency to chronicle a fashionable wed
ding, he was very glad to avail himself
of the good-natured hints ot a lady
Journalist who stood beside him and
took pity upon his masculine Ignor
ance ot chiffons.
"That is Lady Betty Blank, with a
pink plastron," was one of ber hints.
Next morning Bhe read with horror,
"Lady Botty Blank looked very charm
ing, and, by a tasteful arrangement of
lace and Bilk, effectually concealed the
pink porous plaster which her lady
ship's delicate health compels her to
wear."
8ulclde Statistics.
According to an Italian scientist who
has classified 4000 cases of self-destruction,
more suicides occur between
the ages of fifteen and twenty-six than
at any other period in life.
or Betty tells how her doll carriage
"Just went against the corner of the
desk its own self," do not be downcast.
A piece of wet blotting paper placed
over the dent and held there by the
pressure of a warm (not hot) Iron will
draw the dented tissues of the wood
up into place provided the scar is not
too deep. Of course, the polish will b
dulled, If the finish is high, but that
may be remedied by a little furniture
polish.
Avoid Danger From Lightning,
If you find yourself Indoors during
a thunderstorm, don't go near a stove;
It is dangerous. Keep away from the
chimney; avoid the close vicinity of
the telephone, and don't touch a screen
door. This advlcs is given by the
United States government bureau of
standards, which has published a
lightning book, Bumming up the re
sults ot an elaborate investigation i(
has made on the subject
Worth While Quotations.
"To educate the intelligence Is to
enlarge the horizon of its desires and,
wants." Lowell.
" Si
mm
INTELLECTUAL WORK OF BOY
Proud Father Wanted 8on to Grow Up
Brain Worker Instead of Cotton
Picker and 8wamp Crow,
"Well, Uncle Ephralm," said th
colonel on his morning stroll past the
negro quarters, "what evah became o'
that pert youngster of yours whom
ye decorated with the thoughtful
name of Aristotle?"
"Ah, dat boy? Aristotle?" the proud
father chuckled, "Aristotle ain't hyar
no more. He done gone out Into the
wli'.o wol' to make his fortune."
"Sho' 'nough," replied the colonel,
"and If my recollection is right we
christened him with an Intellectual
name because you Bald you wanted
that boy to grow up a brain worker
Instead of a po' cotton picker and rail
splitter."
VYesseh," replied the old negro
proudly. "I didn't raise that boy to
be a swamp crow like some o' de rest
of us."
"Well, tell me, Uncle Ephralm," the
marse asked with kindly curiosity, "Is
he intellectual; 1b he engaged In brain
work?"
"Yes, Marse Peyton, he am engaged
In what I reckon you-all would call in
tellectual labors; leastways his Job
calls for clever head work, nothln1 but
head work."
"What's his calling?"
"He's travelln' with a side Bhow,
sticking his noodle through a hole In
the canvas toh the people to throw
eggs at, three throws for a Jitney,
and he sure has to do some lively
beadwork to keep that big cocoanut
ot his from getting busted up into a
whole lot o' little Alberts." Judge.
There Is a Substitute.
."Great Scott," said Dingley Bell. "It
says bore In this paper that bromides
have gone up from 35 cents to $5.50
a pound."
"Oh, well, what of It?" said Blldad.
"The Congressional Record Is free. Let
sufferers from sleeplessness read that
Instead."
HER GAIN.
"Does your husband remerabor your
wedding anniversary?"
"No; so I remind him of It in Jan
uary and June, and get two presents."
Those Queer Men.
Mrs. Exe I never have a bit of trou
ble with my husband over the mat
ter ot dress.
Mrs. Wye I do with mine. When 1
get a gown that he likes he doesn't
like tho bill, and when the bill suits
him he doesn't care for the gown.
Valued the Dog.
Mrs. Youngwedd And how
long
must you be away, dearest?
Youngwedd About two weeks.
Mrs. Y. Well, I think I'll loam to
cook while you are absent.
Y. That's a good Idea. And I'll
take the dog over and leave him with
one of the neighbors.
Tough Luck.
"These artists who sit around and do
nothing but draw beautiful women
must lead an Ideal life."
"Not always."
"No?"
"I was reading In a newspaper the
other day about an artist who tried to
draw one of his lovely models to him
and his wife caught him ln-the act"
Somewhat Different.
"Before marriage," said the bach
elor, "every man has a theory about
managing a wife."
"Yes," rejoined tha widower; "but
after marriage he finds It is a condi
tion and not a theory that confronts
him."
Airy Quarters.
Wlfe I hate those cramped bertha
In the sleeper. Couldn't we get a flat,
dear?
, Hub Who ever heard of a flat on a
train?
Wife Why, I've often heard of flat
cars.
Hardly That.
Pat Be yez th' glntleman thot ad
vertoised In th' paper for a porter,
Bor?
Merchant Yes; but I stated that all
applications must be made by mall.
Pat B'gorry, an' Is It a female Oi'm
afther lookln' lolk?
Failed In Her Mission.
Ruth So her foreign trip waB not a
Bucceas?
Vera Oh! dear.no. Why, she didn't
even become engaged to a man with a
title and a bad record.
A Contribution to Science.
Percy Pettlpate And then I
gave him a piece of my miud.
just
Miss Vassmlth What a wonderful
demonstration of the infinite divisi
bility of matter!
Speaking by the Card.
Mrs. Smartsett What do you mean
by saying that my new gown looks
like the deuce?
Smartsett Because It's the lowest
possible cut.
Museum Muses.
Manager What do you think of the
rough house that "The Bearded Wom
an" created hut night?
The Skeleton I'm surprised. I al
ways thought ha was a perfect lady.
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HAND
Chicago Youth Saved to Life of
Usefulness.
Dperatlon Performed by Celebrated
Surgeon I Considered On of th
Most Remarkable of Which
There Is Any Record.
A young man who had been severe
ly burned by an explosion of gasoline
went to Dr, John B. Murphy at Mercy
Hospital in Chicago to Bee If his hands
could be made useful again. So bad
ly burned were they that their backs
were a mass of bard scar tissue, which
caused the fingers to retract and mads
It Impossible to bend the fingers or
Close the hand.
In the December number of the
"Clinics of John B. Murphy" Is an ac
count of the extraordinary skin graft
ing operation by which Doctor Murphy
restored power to the right hand. First
he cut away all the scar tissue from
the back ot the hand right down to the
Bheaths ot the tendons. Then he pre
pared a skin graft In the following
way: He cut two deep slits In the skin
Dr. John B. Murphy's Method of Graft
ing Skin on the Back of a hand.
and fat of the left side of the chest
and abdomen, beginning about an Inch
below the nipple. He cut right down
to the sheath of the rectus muscle, so
as to Include In the flap as much fat as
possible, remarking to his students
that It would be a failure unless
plenty of fat was included. He brought
the edges of the skin together under
neath the flap and sewed them, leav
ing the flap like a bridge,
He inserted the patient's hand un
der this bridge, with the palm against
the abdomen and the raw surface of
the back in contact with the under
surface of the flap, and sewed the
edges of the skin of the band wound to
the edges ot the skin of the flap. I
He fastened the arm to tho body
with strips of adhesive plaster bo that
the patient could not move It The
wound was covered with plain sterile
cotton so as to prevent infection.
Three weeks later It was found that
the graft had taken perfectly. It was
then cut away from the body and the
patient was discharged, with Instruc
tions to return In about eight months,
when Doctor Murphy Intends to per
form another operation elongating
the tendons, which have contracted.
The left hand Is to be treated In a
similar way.
Seven Joys of Reading.
In "Tho Seven Joys ot Reading,"
Mary Wright Plummer, principal ot
the Library school, New York public
library, names the Joy of familiarity
ilrst of all.
"The Joy of familiarity comes not
alone from novels and poems. You
can turn at the right moment and
there are mental as well as physical
settings for such enjoyments to many
an essay the pages of which show that
that Is where the book has been
opened most often.
"Don't say that you have not, more)
times than one, on a cold winter Sun
day when dinner Is later than usual,
used 'The Dissertation on Roast Pig'
as an appetizer. Or that you have not
found satisfaction for an oft-recurring
mood of wanting you know not what
in some perfect piece of writing such
as Pater's 'Child in the House.' Or
that, feeling limp and languid, you
have not, time and again, breathed In
Emerson's 'Self-Reliance' like a
draft of salt sea air."
This Youth Diplomatic
James and his mother were my
guests for several weeks. One eve
ning James came to the dinner tablo
In no pleasant humor, and, after look
ing around at the food, remarked,
"You call this dinner? Not a thing I
like. Where's the Jelly?"
He was sent away In disgrace. Ha
and I are stanch friends, so the next
exenlng he tried to make amends tor
the words he thought hurt my feel
ings. Ho was scarcely seated at the
table when he began: "This Is what
I call a reg'lar dinner. Everything'
tine. You're some cook."
Pacing Records.
iTie following pacing records wer
established by Dan Patch, and have
not since been broken by any other
horse: Halt mile, at Memphis, Term.,
1903, time 56 seconds; one mile, at
St. Paul, Minn., 1906, time 1 minute
55 seconds; one mile, on half-mile
track, at Allentown, Pa., 1905, time,
2:02; one mile, with high-wheel sul
key, at Macon, Ga., 1903, time,
2:04; two miles, at Macon, Ga.,
1903, time, 4:17.
The Irony of Fate.
"Alas!" sighed the long-haired pas
enger, "how little we know of the
future and what it has in store for us."
"That's right," rejoined the man
with the moth-eaten whiskers In the
seat opposite. "Little did I think
when I carved my Initials on the rude
desk in the little red schoolhousa
some forty, years ago that I would
some day grow up and fall to become)
famous."
Bright Boy.
Her Father So you want to marrj
my daughter, eh?
Her Suitor That's tho Idea,
Her Father What are you going t
live on?
Her Suitor I waa thinking about)
living on jrou. -
TiS,
W BB