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Tbe Doctor's dilemma By Hesba Stretton -t-+-!--î--!-t''t-c-i--!—t-*t--l"5”t—F-i-d—I—I—1”!--!—F-Fd-d-d”!' done? She was not likely to get much rest till the bone was set. "Did you ever take chloroform?” 1 asked. "No; I nerer needed it,” she answered. "Should you object to taking it?” “Anything,” she replied passively. "I will do anything you wish.” 1 went baek into the kitchen and open ed the portmanteau my father had put up for me. Splints and baudages were there in abundance, enough to set half the arms iu the island, but neither chlo roform nor anything in the shape of an opiate could I find. I might almost ua well have come to Sark altogether un prepared for my case. I stood for a few minutes, deep in thought. The daylight was going, and it was useless to waste time; yet I found myself shrinking oddly from the duty be fore me. Turdif could not ■fcelp but see my chagrin and hesitation. "Doctor," he cried, "she is not going to di«?” "No, no," wandering thoughts and energies; "there is not the smallest danger of that, l must go and set her arm at once, i and then she will sleep.” I returned to the room and raised her ns gently and painlessly as I could, Sho moaned, though very softly, and she tried to smile again as her eyes met mine look ing anxiously at her. That smile male me feel like a child. If she did it again I knew my hands would be unsteady, and her pain be tenfold greater. “I would rather you cried out or shout ed,” 1 said. "Don't try to control your self when I hurt you. You need uot be afraid of seeming impatient, and a loud scream or two would do you good.” I felt the ends of the broken bone grat- ing together as I drew them into their right places, and the sensation went I had set through and through me. scores of broken limbs before with no feeling like this, which was so near uu- nerving me. All the time the girl’s white face and firmly set lips lay under my gaze, with the wide open, unflinching eyes looking straight at me; a mournful, silent, appealing face, which betrayed the pain I made her suffer ten times more than any cries or shrieks could have done. I smoothed the coarse pillows for her to lie more comfortably upon them. see but a very old friend of mine. Tar CHAPTER IL—(Continued.! A little crumbling path led round the dif, of the Havre Gosselin. His hand rock and along the edge of the ravine. some but weather-beaten face betrayed I chose it because from it 1 could see great anxiety. My father looked cha ■1! the fantastic shore, bending in a semi grilled and irresolute. circle towards the isle of Breckhou, with "Here's a pretty piece of tiny, untrodden bays, covered at this tin,” he said; "Tardif wants hour with only glittering ripples, and go back with him to Sark, to see a with all the soft and tender shadows of woman who has failm from the cliffs the head-lands falling across them. and broken her arm, confound it!” I was just giving my last look to them “Dr. Martin,” cried Turdif excitedly, when the loose stones on the crumbling "I beg of you to come this instant even. path gave way under my tread, aud be- She has been lying in anguish since mid fore I could recover my foothold I found day yesterday—twenty-four hours now, myself slipping down the almost perpeii- sir. I started at dawn this morning, dicular face of the cliff, and vainly but both wind and tide were against me, clutching at every bramble and tuft of and I have been waiting here some time, If she should be Be quick, doctor! grass growing in its'clefts. I landed with a shock far below, and dead!” for some time lay insensible. As nearly The poor fellow's voice faltered, and his as I could make out. it would be high eyes met mine imploringly. He and I water in about two hours. Tardif hud had been fast friends in my boyhood, and •et off at low tester, but before starting our friendship was still firm and true. I he had said something alsnit returning at shook his hand heartily—a grip which he high tide, and running up his boat on the returned with his Augers of iron till my beach of our little bay. If he did J hat own tingled again. “I knew you’d come,” he gasped. he must pass close by me. It was Sat "Ah, I’ll go, Tardif,” I said; “only I urday morning, and he was in the habit of returning early on Saturdays, that he must get a snatch of something to eat might prepare for the services of the while Dr. Dobree puts up what 1 shall have need of. I'll be ready in half un next day. At last—whether years or hours only hour.” The tide was with us, and carried us had gone by, I could not then have told you—I heard the regular and careful beat over buoyantly. We anchored at the of oar« upon the water, and presently fisherman's landing place below the cliff the grating of a boat’s keel upon the shin of the Havre Gosselin, and I climbed gle. I could not turn round or raise my readily up the rough ladder which leads to the path, Tardif made his boat sc- head, but I was sure it was Tardif. “Tardif!” I cried, attempting to shout, cure, and followed tne; he passed me, but my voice sounded very weak in my and strode on up the steep track to the own ears, and the other sounds about me summit of the cliff, as if impatient to reach his home. It was then that I •cerned very loud. He paused then, and stood quite still, listening. I ran the Angers of my right hand through the loose pebbles about me, and his ear caught the slight noise. In a moment I heard his strong feet coming across them towards me. "Mam’zelle," he exclaimed, “what has happened you?” I tried to smile as his honest, brown face bent over me, full of alarm. It was so great a relief to see a face like his after that long, weary agony. “I've fallen down the cliff,” I said feebly, "and I am hurt.” The strong man shook, and Ills hand trembled as be stooped down and laid It under my head to lift it up a little, His agitation touched me to the heart, “Tardif," 1 whispered, "it is not very much, and I might have been killed. I think my foot is hurt, and I am quite •lire my arm is broken.” He lifted me In his arms ns easily and tenderly as a mother lifts up her child, ■ nd carried me gently up the steep slope "HE PAUSED THEN. which led homewards. It seemed a long time before we reached the farmyard gate, and he shouted, with n tremendous gave my first serious thought to the wom and I spread my cambric handkerchief in voice, to his mother to come and open it. an who had met with the accident. a double fold between her cheek and the Never, never shall I forget that night. “Tardif, who is this person that 1 b rough linen—too rough for a soft cheek I could not sleep; but I suppose my mind hurt?” I asked, “and whereabout did she like hers wandered a little. Hundreds of times 1 full?” "Lie quite still," I said. “Do not stir, felt myself down on the shore, lying help “She fell down yonder," he answered, but go to sleep as fast as you can.” less. Then I was hack again in my own with an odd quaver in his voice, as he Then I went out to Tardif. home in Adelaide, on my father's sheep pointed to n rough and rather high por- "The arm is set,” I said, “and now ahe farm, and he was still alive, and with tion of the cliff running inland; “the must get some sleep. There is not the __ no thought but how to make everything stones rolled from under her feet so," he bright ami gladsome for me; and hun added, crushing down a quantity of the least danger, only we will keep the house as quiet as possible.” dreds of times I saw the woman who loose gravel with his foot, "and she slip “I must go and bring in the boat," lie was afterwards to be my stepmother, ped. She lay ol rhe shingle underneath dealing up to the door and trying to get : for two hours before I found her two replied, bestirring himself as if some spell was at an end. “There will be a storm In to him and me. hours, Dr. Martin!" to-night, and 1 should sleep the sounder Twice Tardif brought me a cup of tea, Tardif’s mother came to us as we en- if she was safe ashore." freshly made. I was very glad when tered the house. She beckoned me to The feeble light entering by the door, the first gleam of daylight shone into my j follow her into an inner room. It was room. It seemed to bring clearness to . •mall, with a ceiling so low, it seemed which I left open, showed me the old woman comfortably asleep in her chair, my brain. I to rest upon the four posts of the bed “Mam’zelle," said Tardif, coming to stead. There were of course none of the but not so the girl. 1 had told her when my side. "I am going to fetch a doctor." little dainty luxuries about it. with which I laid her down that she must lie quite "But it is Sunday,” 1 answered faint I was familiar in my mother's bedroom. still, and she was obeying me implicitly. ly. I knew that no boatman put out to A long low window opposite the head of Her cheek still rested upon my hand sea willingly on a Sunday from Sark; and the bed threw a strong light upon *t. kerchief, and the broken arm remained the last fatal accident, being on a Sun There were check curtains drawn round undisturbed upon the pillow which I had placed tinder it. But her eyes were wide day. had deepened their reluctance. it. and a patchwork quilt, and rough, "It will lie right, mam’zelle," he an home spun linen. Everything was clean, open and shining in the dimness, and I •wered, with glowing eyes. "I have no but coarse and frugal, such as I expected fancied I could see her lips moving in cessantly, though soundlessly. fear." to find about my Sark patient, iu the The gale that Turdif had foretold came “Do not be long away, Tardif,” I said, home of a fisherman. with great violence about the middle of sobbing. Iffit when my eye fell upon the face “Not one moment longer than I can resting on the rough pillow I paused in the night. The wind bowled up the long, narrow ravine like a pack of wolves; help," he replied. voluntarily, only just controlling an ex mighty storms of hail and rain beat in clamation of surprise. There was abso torrents against the windows, and the lutely nothing iu the surroundings to sea lifted up its voice with unmistakable CHAPTER III. I. Martin Dobree. come into the mark her ns n Indy, yet 1 felt in n mo energy. Now and again a stronger gust Grange belonged to Julia; and fully . half ment that she was one. There lay a deli than the others appeared to threaten to of the year's household expenses wi re de cate refined face, white ns the linen, with carry off the thatched roof bodily, and frayed by her. Our practice, which lie beautiful lips almost as white; and a leave ns exposed to the tempest with ■tory to tell my remarkable share in its mass of light, shiuing silky hair tossed only the thick stone walls about us; and events. Martin, or Doctor Martin. 1 waa j about the pillow; and large dark gray the latch of the outer door rattled as it called throughout Guernsey. My father eyes gazing at me beseechingly, with an some one was striving to enter. The westerly gale, rising every few was Dr. Dobree. He belonged to one of expression that made my heart leap as it hours into a squall, gave me no chance the oldest families in the island, but our had never leapt before. That was what 1 saw, and could not of leaving Sark the next day. nor for brunch of it had been growing poorer in stead of richer during the last three or forbear seeing. I tried to close my eyes some days afterwards; but I was not at four generations. We had been gravi to the pathetic beauty of the face before all put out by my captivity. All my in- me; but it was altogether in vain. If 1 te rests tnv whole being in fact—was ah- tating steadily downwards. My father lived ostensibly by his pro had seen her before, or if I had been sorbed in the care of this girl, stranger fession, but actually upo» the income of prepared to see any one like her, I might as she was. I thought and moved, lived my cousin, Julia Dobree. who had been have succeeded; but I was completely and breathed, only to fight step by step his ward from her childhood. The house thrown off my guard. There the charm against delirium and death. we dwelt in, a pleasant one in the ing face lay; the eyes gleaming, the white There seemed to me to tie no possibility ■ nd I shared between us, was not a forehead tiuted. and the delicate mouth of aid. The stormy waters which beat contracting with pain; the hright silky large one, though for its extent it was against that little rock in the sea came lucrative mough. But there always is curls tossed about in confusion. 1 see it swelling and rolling in from the vast now, just as I saw it then. an Immense number of medical men in plain of the Atlantic and broke in tem Guernsey In proportion to its population, pestuous surf against the island. Tar ■ nd the l«land is healthy. There was CHAPTER IV. dif himself was kept a prisoner in the •mall chance for any of us to make a I suppose I did uot stand still more house, except when he went to look after fortune. than five seconds, yet during that pause his live stock. No doubt it would have My engagement to Julia came about «o u host of questions had fisshed through been practicable for me to get as far as easily and naturally that I waa perfect my brain, Who was thia beautiful crea- the hotel, but to what good? It would ly contented with it. We had been en ture? Where had she come from? How bo quite deserted, for there were no vis gaged since Christmas, and were to be did it happen that she was in Tardif's itors to Sark at this season, I was en- married in the early summer. We were house? and so ou. Rut I recalled myself tirely engrossed in my patient, and I to set up housekeeping for ourselves, that sharply to niy senses; I was here as her learned for the first lime what their task waa a point Julia was bent upon. A physician, and common sense and du'y is who hour after hour watch the pro •ili:able home had fallen vacant in one demanded of me to keep my head clear. gress of disease in the person of one dear of the higher street» of St. Peter-port. I advanced to her aide and took the to them. which commanded a noble view' of the •mall, blue-reined hand into mine, and Ou the Tuesday afternoon, in a tem- ■ea an I the surrounding islands. We had felt her pulae with my fingers. porary lull of the hail and wind, I start taken it. though It was farther from the "You are in very great pain. I fear,” ed off on a walk across the island. The Grange and my mother that) 1 should I »»id. lowering my voice. wind was still blcwing from the south have chosen my home to be. Sh0 and "Yea," her white lipa answered, and west, ■ nd filling all the narrow sea be Julia were buay, pleasantly busy, about she tried to »mil« a patient though a tween us and Guernsey with boiling the furnishing. dreary smile, aa she looked up into my surge, Very angry looked the masses of That was about the middle of March. face; “my arm is broken. Art you a foam whirliag about the sunken reefs, I bad been to church one Sunday morning doctor?" and very ominous the low lying, hard with these two women, both devoted to "1 am Dr. Martin Dobrea." I »aid, blocks of clouds all along the horizon, I me and centering all their love and hope* passing ny ban! softly down her arm •trolled as far as the Coupee, that giddy In me, when. ■■ we catered th* house The fractur» was above the elbow, and pathway between Great and Little Sark, on my return. I hoard my father calling waa of a kind to make the setting of It where one can see the seething of the "Martin! Martin!" as loudly ■■ he could give her sharp, acute pain. I could see waves at the'feet of the cliffs on both from hia consulting room I answered she waa scarcely fit to bear any further sides three hundred feet below one. Seme the call Instantly, ami whom should I suffering Just then, but what was to be thing like a panic seised tne. My nerves were too far unstrung for me to rentnm across the long, narrow' isthmus, I turn ed abruptly again, and hurried as fast as my legs would carry me back to Tar- dif's cottage. • I had been away less than an hour, but an advantage had been taken of my ab sence. I fould Tardif seated at the table, with a tangle of silky, shining hair lying before him. A tear or two had fallen upon it from his eyes, I understood at a glance what it meant, Mother Renouf, whom he had secured as a nurse, had cut off my patient's pretty curls as soon as 1 was out of the house. Tardif’s great hand caressed them tenderly, and I drew out one long, glossy tress and wound it about my fingers, with a heavy heart. “It Is like the pretty feathers of a bird that has been wouuded,” said Tar dif sorrowfully. Just then there came a knock at the door ami a sharp click of the latch, loud enough to penetrate dame Tardif's deaf ears, or to arouse our path nt, if she had been sleeping. Before either of us could move the door was thrust open and two young ladies appeared upon the door sill. They were—it flashed across me in an instant—old school fellows and friends of Julia's. I declare to you honestly 1 had scarcely had one thought of Julia till now. My mother I had wished for, to take her place by this poor girl's side, but Julia had hardly crossed my mind. Why, in heaven's name, should the appearance of these friends of hers be so distasteful to me just now? I had known them all my life, and liked them as well as any girls I knew; but at this moment the very sight of them was annoying. They stood in the doorway, as much as tonished and thunderstricken as I was, glaring at me, so it seemed to me, with that soft, bright brown lock of hair curl ing and clinging round my finger. Never had 1 felt so foolish or guilty. (To be continued.! American Coal the Best. “Ever since I was a boy I have been reminded of the old story about 'carry ing coals to Newcastle,’ whenever I performed unnecessary tasks.” said Richard Harker of Newcastle-on-Tyne, England, in the lobby of the Shore ham last night. “To carry coals to Newcastle was supposed to be as futile a task as trying to sweep back the waves on the seashore. I have lived to see coals carried to Newcastle, how ever, and, being an Englishman, it grieves me to say that the coals in question came all the way from Amer 'a. "Within the last few years an enor mous amount of coal has been shipped from Norfolk, Va., to various parts of England. Some of ft went to Ports mouth, to the naval station there, and many tons were sent to Newcastle, We have better facilities for handling coal there than any other place In the United Kingdom. For many years it has been the center of the coal mining industry of our country and conse quently the arrangements and appli ances for shipping fuel to various parts of the country are away ahead of those of other towns. “The coal that comes from the west ern portion of the State of Virginia- soft coal, I mean—is the finest fuel for steamships that Is mined anywhere In the world. The coal seems to produce more steam from a small quantity than any I have seen. It is now used ex tensively on the vessels of the British navy and from what I saw a week ago in Norfolk and Newport News I should Judge that the shipment must amount to millions of tons per year.”—Wash- ington Times. A German Picture of the Future. OFF TO TKc COUNTRY. sorne Little < nes Who R ally terre I the City, From stifling city streets to green delds anil whispering woods Isa change one cannot imagine other than wel come, especially to a child. Indeed, it is a great thing for the happy hundreds of poor children who are now enabled every season to enjoy the blessed cuun- try week, or even a country day. Yet sometimes the hostesses of these city children, at the very time they gather from tlielr careless chatter how much is lacking in their lives, learn also of unexpected compensations. There Is so much for the poor In the daily drama of the streets, the intimate neighborliness of the crowded tene ment! "It’s so awful quiet here,” wailed one little girl, on a rainy day, "and 1 can’t bear them frogs at niglit! No body told me the country was going to be sad.” Another child, sickly and pining from bad food and worse air. was yet so homesick in a charming seaside cottage that it had been almost decided to send her home, when the mistress bethought her to take the child into her own room at night. Even then she wanted her cot pulled so close to the lady’s bed that the two touched, but that concession permitted, she became contented, and soon flourished like a flower. She admitted that she "just couldn’t stand the lonesomeness” of being by herself at night, although she was neither frightened nor nervous. At home, she explained, there were three beds in the room with three children apiece in two of them, and four in the third—and she missed the company. Still another child, picnicking for the day In the wild grounds of a beautiful villa, fell into confidential chat witli her hostess before leaving. She had never seen so lovely a place, and she had had a splendid time. "But,” she asked, wonderingly. "do you really like to live here all summer? Just trees—and trees—and trees—and no folks?” “I don’t like fields without any paths in ’em and fences without any gates,” sniffed a little boy with a scraped knee, disgustedly; but he was happily unique in his opinion. "I say, gimme parks!” Beautiful our parks may be and loved deservedly of the children; but it Is hard not to feel that a child has lost one of its natural rights that does not at some time have the “real country" to run wild in. grow brown in, and learn to love.—Youth's Companion. Sick Women Mrs. Valentino Telia How Lydia L. Pinkham’» Vegeta ble Compound Owed Her* Happiness will go out of your life forever, my sister, if you have any of the symptoms mentioned in Mrs. Wlentine’s letter, unless you act promptly. Procure Lydia E. Pink» ham's Vegetable Compound ut cnee. It is absolutely sure to help you. Then write for advice if there is anything about your ease you do not under stand. You need not be afraid to tell the things you could not explain to the doctor—your letter will be seen only by women. All the persons who see priv ate letters at Mrs. Pinkham’s Labora tory, at Lynn. Mass., are women. All letters are confidential and advice abso lutely free. Here is the letter : — “ It is with pleasure that I add my testimony to your list, hop ing it may in duce others to avail them- selves of t h e benefit of your valuable rem edy. Before taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound I felt very bad ly, was terribly nervous, and tired, had sick headaches, no appetite. gnawing pain in stomach, pain in my back and right side, and so weak I could scarcely stand. I was not able to do anything. Had sharp pains all through my body. Before I had taken half a bottle of your medicine, I found myself improving. I continued its use until I had taken four bottles, and felt so well that I did not need to take any more. I am like a new person, ana your medicine shall always have my praise.” — M rs . W. P. VAl.ENTlNK.56fi Ferry Avenue, Camden. N.J. eunnn •»/«*<» ^ smh this tsstimo^ kOUUU nM ,s not genuin.' f. Pinkham Mndioino Ca, The Poor City Boy. Oh. the city boy is bundled In his heavy overcoat. With his costly leather leggings, With a silk thing round his throat. And he slides upon the sidewalk Where the ashes have been spread. And imagines he is happy On bi* bright new ■led HOW FLIES ARE MULTIPLIED. Siaste Season Mem. Millions of De scendants to One Family. Flies multiply, nt a prodigious rate. Given a temperature sufficiently high to hatch the eggs, their numbers are only limited by the amount of food available for them. Linnaeus is credited with the saying that three meat flies, by reason of their rapid multiplication, would consume a dead horse quicker than would a lion, and tlie fact that eertain diptera hav ing some outward resemblance to the honey bee lay their eggs in the dead carcasses of animals probably led Sam son and Virgil to make erroneous state ments with regard to the genesis of honey and the manufacture of bees. The breeding of "gentles” for ground bait is an industry the practicers of which could probably give much infor mation as to the nicety of choice exer cised by flies in selecting material for feeding and egg-laying. According to Packard, the house fly female lays about 120 eggs, and the cycle of changes from egg to fly Is com pleted in less than three weeks, It seems probable that a female fly might have some 25.000.000 descendants in the course of a hot summer. Other va rieties of flies multiply. I believe, still more rapidly. As tiles multiply upon and In organic refuse of every kind, it is obvious that the sooner such refuse Is placed where it cannot serve for the feeding and hatching of flies the more likely Is the plague of Illes to be lesened. The most commonly available method for the bestowal of organic refuse is burial. The egg-laying of flies in dead car casses commences at the very instant of death, or even before death in the ease of enfeebled animals.—The Lan cet. Scene—A schoolroom of the twentieth century. Teacher (to a new scholar)—"Jack, are you inoculated against croup?” Pupil—"Yes, sir.” "Have you been Inoculated with the cholera bacillus?” “Yes, sir.” “Have you a written certificate that you are Immune as to whooping cough, measles and scarlatina?” "Yes, sir, I have.” "Have you your own drinking cup?” "Yes, sir.” “Will you promise not to exchange sponges with your nelghltor, and to use no slate pencil but your own?" “Yes, sir.' "Will you agree to have your books fumigated every week with sulphur, and to have your clothes sprinkled with chloride of lime?" “Yes, sir.” "Then. Jack, you possess all that modern hygiene requires; you can step over that wire, occupy an Isolated seat made of aluminum, and begin your A arithmetic lesson." All Named the Same Date. Pre- There's a hill that's high and sloping, In the country, far away, Where a boy who wasn’t bundled Fit to smother used to stray; With the swiftness of the lightning Down the gleaming hill be sped. And no ashes ever grate'" 'Neath hia bom* mad* ■lea. Oh, I pity the poor city Boy who nerer gets beyona The narrow, ashy sidewalk Or some hampered little pond, Ah. the bill was high and sloping, And the way was clear ahead Where a country boy went coasting On a bom* made •led. First of the Vanderbilts. The first of the Vanderbilts In tbit country was Jan Aertsen Van der Blit, a Holland farmer, who came to the new world in the first half of the seven teenth century, and who settled In the neighborhood of Brooklyn, about 1650. As the name Indicates, the family be longed originally to either the village of Blit, a suburb of Utrecht, or the par ish of Bilt, in Frisia. Peacemaker for the Railways. Borne years ago one of the biggest »allroad corporations of this country employed a confidential peacemaker, with the idea of preventing suits, as far as possible, for personal damages. It has proved a profltable innovation, and Is being taken up by other rail- rmida. ________ It Surely Wai. He—I got up against a trolley ac Dip'oinat's Tribute to Lincoln. cident coming home this evening. She—You don't say? Like a beacon burning through all the He—Yes. I got a seat. nights is the memory of Abraham Lin coln's personality. The Part He Took. "Of all the great men I have known,” The Don—And what part did you says Sir Edward Malet, the English diplomatist. In his Just published vol take in this disgraceful proceeding of ume of reminiscences. "President Lin holding Mr. Waters under the pump? Undergrad (modestly)—His left leg, coln Is one who has left upon me the v Impression of a sterling son of God sir. Straightforward, unflinching, not lovlnx the work he lmd to do, but facing it with a bold anil true heart; mild whin I ever be had a chance: stern as iron | when the public weal required It. fol | HILL lowing a bee-line to the goal which duty MILITARY liooklng tor Work. set before him. I can still feel the gr p ACADtMY "Yes. ma'am," said the ragged I fat of his massive hand and the searching A Private man; "I'm lookin' fur work. You i ain't look of his kindly eye.” got no odd jobs o' scrubbin' or washln' School Britain'« Symbol of Civilisation. ter be did, have yer?" Foreigners sneer at the Englishman "Why. you surely dou't do scrubbing or work of that sort." said the house who dresses for dinner on board a For bosrdlna and day pnpila. Oyens September IS. Fins steamer or in a hotel; yet they might keeper. a new building. The principal hn had twenty-three years' "Sure not. I'm lookin' fur work fur as well laugh at the Briton's respect experience tn Portland. Cor- for and pride In the Union Jack, says a me wife.”—Philadelphia Record. respondenc* solicited. For catalogues address writer in an English magazine. The Oldest Phyeiclan. clean while shirt at 8 o'clock Is equally J. W. HILL, M. D„ Gallus Ritter von Hockberger. a sign and sytnliol of Anglo-Saxon civil P. 0. drawer 17, Portland, Or. per lai and royal counsellor of the Aus ization. trian court. Is believed to be the oldest Ingenious Convivia. duly qualified physician In the world. «•. 35-1HL With a piece of string and a little He was bora on Oct 15. 1303. and Is writing t* advertí »era pits» therefore »7 years of age. He has sand and grease some Hindoo convicts niUia this paper. «•••» t>een practicing for seventy-one years, recently unwed through an iron bar two Inches In diameter in five hours and es and still gives medical advice. caped from Jail. The way of the transgressor often You are lucky If you can pick leads to foreign shores. good cantaloupes in succession. Hall—Well, good-by. Come and see me some time. Story Awfully sorry, old boy; tn« I've got over a hundred engagements that day. Hall -A hundred engagements? Nonsense! Story Fact. Within a few days I've received over a hundred invitations to friends' houses and in every case "some time" waa the date mentioned.—Boston Transcript. SCHOOLS AND COLLEGES.