rs
Deworealic Waldo
Bellefonte, Pa., June 22, 1900.
MAN WITHOUT A HOE.
A distinguished New Yorker, who pre-
ferred that his name should not he pub-
lished, gave the New York Sun $700 to be
offered in prizes of $400, $200 and $100 for
the best three poems written on the gener-
al subject of Markham’s ‘‘Man With the
Hoe."’
The second prize winner was entitled:
THE INCAPABLE. °
(A Reply to Edward Markham.)
The pathos of the world in his eyes,
Within his brain abortive schemings roll,
His nerveless hand in impotency lies
With palm held open for the pauper’s
dole.
The burden of all ineffectual things
Is in his gait, his countenance, his mien;
While round his harassed brow forever
clings
The mocking ghost of what he might have
been.
Here, where men toil and eat the fruit of
toil,
He idly stands apart the whole day
through;
Here, in a land of ceaseless work and moil,
His hand and brain can find him naught
to do.
No sweat of manly effort damps his brow;
In workshop, field or mart he hath no
place,
To earn his daily bread he knows not how,
Or scornful, counts the offered means—
disgrace.
Too proud to dig, yet not too proud to eat
The bread of strangers to his face and
name;
Homeless, he wanders with uncertain feet,
Of thrift the scorn, of fate the idle game.
What though he wear the hall mark of the
schools,
A weakling in the world, he stands con-
fessed;
For lack of will to use the humbler tools,
He walks the world a byword and a jest.
The precious promise of his youthful years,
All unfulfilled, upon his manhood waits,
He wakens to his shame with bitter tears
And knows himself to be the thing he
hates.
Incapable! his destiny we spell
In logic of inexorable fact;
At naught may his untutored hand excel;
The curse of Reuben blasts his every act.
The ploughman whistles blithely as he goes
And turns upon the world no coward face,
In joy he reaps that which in hope he sows,
Nor bows his heid to aught but heaven's
grace.
The craftsman, too, rejoices in the thing
To fashion which his cunning hand was
taught;
Of want he feels nor fears the bitter sting,
In manhood’s strength his destiny is
wrought.
But this one—futile, hopeless, crushed to
earth,
A prey forever to forebodings grim,
Well may he curse the day that gave him
birth,
And summon God and man to pity him.
— Hamilton Schuyler, Orangeville, N. J.
CUPID'S VENGENCE.
Miss Edith Sinclair was one of the ‘‘new
women.’’ She had reached the mature age
of 25 and had never had a love affair in her
life. Moreover, she had a very indepen-
dent way of thinking on the subject of love
and a very free way of expressing her ad-
vanced ideas to the young men of her ac-
quaintance; which same was calculated to
put a damper upon any amorous intentions
of theirs in regard to herself.
Miss Sinclair claimed to be and was a
very matter-of-fact young business woman.
She was a tall and stately brunette, with as
large a share of beauty as she cared to pos-
sess, and a far larger share of intelligence
and culture than the average woman has
any use for. The Greek and Latin authors
were as often the companions of her leisure
moments as the modern romancers; and, as
she claimed, with much more henefit to
herself. She had not been unsuccessful in
afew attempts of her own authorship; and
more than one publisher had urged her to
devote her talents to literature and had of-
fered her more substantial rewards than
flattering words; but after one or two prom-
ising efforts she had devoted herself to busi-
ness and paid no attention to the luring of-
fers and flattering letters of *‘professionals’’
Her writing, however, secured for her a
fame which not only extended to some far
distant states, but even reached the ears of
the astute legislators of her native com-
monwealth, and the wires on day brought
her the surprising information that she had
been elected state librarian; a lucrative po-
sition that she was wise enough not to re-
fuse.
Miss Sinclair had been for two years the
presiding genius in the southwest corner of
the great old capitol building, and her in-
fluence had not ended within the confines
of her little domain, but had gradually
reached out till it extended in a degree to
each of the legislative chambers, and even
downstairs to the governor's old creaky
chair; for her restless mind could not find
sufficient employment in the few duties of
her office, and she took up the study of the
dull and prosy affairs of state with an in-
terest that surprised the slow farmer and
foxy politician. As her ideas became the
common property of the coterie of Solons
who constantly surrounded her; her wise
suggestious often, unknown to herself, in-
fluenced the making of laws; and more than
one sly Reynard found his plans nipped in
the bud and the innocent looking bill, that
was to so largely benefit his favorite corpor-
ation, upset by a two minutes’ conversa-
tion between the librarian and some he-
wiskered old senator, on whose aid he had
counted to get his bill through.
It was a bright day in January. The
air was crisp and a brisk wind was hlow-
ing across the capitol ground as Miss Edith
walked up the steps into the great build-
ing where so much was done for the weal
and often for the woe of the state. A com-
panion was with her, and the pair were
busily engaged in conversation. A tall,
handsome fellov: he was, dark haired, well
proportioned and straight as the proverbial
Indian. A pair of intelligent brown eyes
met Miss Edith s gray ones with an amus-
ed expression as he opened the great door
for her, and they passed in together.
‘‘So you don’t think a man can deliber-
ately set to work and win a woman’s love
ifshe determines not to love him,’’ said he.
“Well, I believe otherwise, and I propose
to make the test. You acknowledge, rath-
er hoast, that you were never in love, and
never intend to loveanyone. Will you let
me lay seige to your affections, after the
manner of the amorous swains that you are
in the habit of poking fun at—flowers,
drives, theaters, everything ? I don’t want
but the three months of thissession in which
to take the citadel.”’
Miss Edith paused a moment at the li-
brary door. ‘You may make the attempt’
she said. ‘‘I will give you every opportu-
nity, but I warn you before hand that you
will have your trouble for your pains.”’
The young man laughed. ‘‘You are the
one who should be warned. Youn have no
idea what a bitter thing love can be. But I
shall take your offer. Prepare your forti-
fications. The siege has commenced.”
And with another glance from his laughing
eyes, Bennet Anderson walked away to his
place in the ‘lower house.”’
Bennett was one of the rising young
lawyers of the state, and had been packed
off to the legislature by the politicians of
his native town out of envy and to get rid
of him for a time, rather than an honor or
a deserved compliment to his abilities. For
the lower house of the legislature is rather
looked down upon in the state. The pay
is small and the chances for political pre-
ferment for a man who has served there so
few that one political sage had named the
capitol the slaughter house of political am-
bitions. Still there were exceptions, and
Bennett had accepted the office with the
determinaiton to do hisduty by his constit-
uents and leave the future to fate. And
the future was by no means as dark for the
young legislator as some of his friends had
feared.
A few days after his conversation with
Miss Sinclair he called upon her and the
hostilities, if such they may be called, com-
menced. She found his tactics different
from what he had led her to expect. He
was quiet and respectful, talked on sub-
jects of mutual interest, but never a word
was said of their compact, nor was it re-
ferred to again during the three months.
Every morning Miss Edith found a modest
bunch of flowers on her private desk at the
capitol. Nothing accompanied them, not
even a card. Occasionally, when she had
lady visitors at the library, a basket of fruit
would find its way there. Drives and par-
ties, lectures and plays found Bennett at
her side; but always so quiet, polite and
deferential that she often wondered if he
hadn’t given up the intention. But she
soon found one thing that puzzled and be-
wildered her. She could not brook a glance
from Bennett's clear brown eyes. The ex-
pression in them had changed. She could
not understand it, but there was something
peculiar in those eyes. She often found
herself stealing a glance at them; and as
often as they were turned full upon her she
felt a tremor through her being that she
never felt at the glance of other eyes. She
began to despise herself for this weakness,
as she called it. But she could not resist
it. She began to fear him. There seemed
to be some witchcraft in those. At last the
session was nearly over, it had been pro-
longed a few days, so the three months
were already at an end. The proud young
business woman never doubted that she
had conquered, but she was glad that the
affair was about over. Somehow she felt
that she had not come out as creditably as
she had expected. Today or tomorrow
would bring the end and she longed for the
relief.
She sat at her reading table drumming
on a book with a paper cutter and wonder-
ing what she would do with the short vaca-
tion allowed her after the legislature ad-
journed. A well known step sounded in
the corridor, came into the room; the door
closed, and she knew that-Bennett Ander-
son and she were alone in the great
library. She did not look around but
looked up, and in the opposite direc-
tion. Asshe did so her glance fell upon
the full length portrait of one of the early
governors of the state. He looked down
upon her with a mild expression, and she
noticed how like Bennett he was. Even
the eyes—she quickly looked away and an-
other portrait met her view. It was the
governor's wife. In spite of the old-
fashioned garments she could almost
imagine that it was the same face that had
often looked complacently at her from her
mirrow. She looked down at the book on
the desk. picked it up and began to turn
the pages. Bennett came and stood before
her.
‘‘Well,”’” he said, ‘‘I have come to de-
mand a surrender, or withdraw my batter-
ies. More of this sort of thing would not
be pleasant for either of us.”’
She summoned all her courage for the
final stand. She looked up coldly. *‘I told
you in the beginning that you had seta
thankless task before yourself.”
‘‘Do you mean to say that I have failed?’
His face did not change but his voice trem-
bled slightly.
‘‘I mean that my opinion on the subject
of our dispute has not changed since the
beginning.”
He came closer and took her hand. She
did not falter. ‘‘My failure has been worse
than I knew,” hesaid. ‘‘I thought to
make you the only sufferer, and it seems
that I am the one: for I meant to escape
scot free, yet I have learned to love, while
vou are as indifferent as ever.”” He raised
her hand to his lips, then laid it down.
‘“Farewell,’’ he said, and turned softly and
left the room. Edith looked up at the old
governor on the wall. She laid her head
down on the table and cried. How long she
sat with howed head she did not know or
care, but she raised her tear filled eyes and
looked around as she heard a soft step on
the carpet near her.
*‘Who won in this little game of ours,
dear ?’’ said Bennett, quietly.
Hot Tamale Domesticated.
This Picturesque Mexican Delicacy May Presently be
Common Here.
We are assured by one who discourses
most convincingly on ‘‘hot tamales’’ that
this fiery specimen of Spanish-American
cookery has hecome a tremendous favorite
right here in our ‘‘home of the brave and
land of the free.”
This native of Mexico tickless the jaded
palate into fresh activity, and it is said to
be nourishing.
The great packing houses threaten to
spoil the housewives of the country by pro-
viding everything in the ‘‘ready-to-be-
warmed-up stage. But the housewives
seem to like it. And, indeed, it is a great
thing for ever so many of them, especially
for those who have more to do than they
possibly can do.
The cleverest part of these chicken ta-
males is that their sausage-like prepara-
tions are wrapped in corn husks; the cook-
ing of them in these picturesque wrappers
imparts the unique flavor.
They come in pound and half pound
tins, the pound ones selling at a quarter,
with eight of these little Mexicanos in a
tin. There are four in the half pound tins.
—— “The true statesman,’’ said the op-
timist, ‘‘should value honor above all
things.”
‘“That’s so," replied the politician. ‘‘and
that may account for the fact that some of
our Senators are willing to pay for the
honor.”
The Coming Age of Aluminium,
Doom of the Copper Industry Foreshadowed and the
Ultimate Downfall of Iron.
The coming age will be the age of alumin-
ium. It is only seventy years since this
wonderful metal was discovered by
Woehler, and the aluminium industry,
scarcely forty years old, commands already
the attention of the entire world. Such
rapid growth has not been recorded in the
history of civilization before. Not long ago
aluminium was sold at the fanciful price
of $30 or $40 per pound; to-day it can be
had in any desired amount for as many
cents. What is more, the time is not far
off when this price, too, will be considered
fanciful, for great improvements are possi-
ble in the methods of its manufacture.
The absolutely unavoidable consequence
of the advance of the aluminium industry
will be the annihilation of the copper in-
dustry. They cannot exist and prosper to-
gether, and the latter is doomed beyond
any hope of recovery. Even now 1t is
cheaper to convey an electric current
through aluminium wires than through
copper wires; alumininm castings cost less,
and in many domestic and other uses cop-
per has no chance of successfully com-
peting. A further material reduction of
the price of aluminium cannot but be fatal
to copper. But the progress of the former
will not go on unchecked, for, as it ever
happens in such cases, the larger industry
will absorb the smaller one; the giant cop-
per interests will control the pigmy alumin-
ium interests, and the slow-pacing copper
will reduce the lively gait of aluminium.
This will only delay, not avoid, the im-
pending catastrophe.
Aluminium, however. will not stop at
downing copper. Before many years have
passed it will be engaged in a fierce strug-
gle with iron, and in the latter it will find
an adversary not easy to conquer. The
issue of the contest will largely depend on
whether iron shall be indisensable in elec-
tric machinery. This the future alone can
decide.
While it is impossible to tell when this
industrial revolution will he consummated,
there can be no doubt that the future be-
longs to aluminium, and that in times to
come it will he the chief means of increas-
ing human performance. It has in this re-
spect capacities greater by far than those of
any other metal. I should estimate its
civilizing potency at fully one hundred
times that of iron. This estimate, though
it may astonish, is not at all exaggerated.
Fiist of all, we must remember that there
is thirty times as much aluminiam as iron
in bulk available for the uses of man. This
in itself offers great possibilities. Then,
again, the new metal is much more easily
workable, which adds to its value. In
many of its properties it partakes of the
character of a precious metal, which gives
it additional worth. Its electric con-
ductivity, which, for a given weight, is
greater than that of any other metal, would
be alone sufficient to make it one of the
most important factors in future human
progress. Its extreme lightness makes it
far more easy to transport the objects manu-
factured. By virtue of this property it
will revolutionize naval construction, and
in facilitating transport and travel it will
add enormously to the useful performance
of mankind. But its greatest civilizing
potency will be, I believe, in aerial travel,
which is sure to be brought about by means
of it. Telegraphic instruments will slow-
ly enlighten the barbarian. Electric motors
and lamps will do it more quickly, but
quicker than anything else the flying ma-
chine will do it. By rendering travel ideal-
ly easy it will be the best means for unify-
ing the heterogeneous elements of hu-
manity.
Recovery from a Broken Neck.
Young Walter A. Duryea, who has been
in Roosevelt hospital, New York, for near-
ly a year with a broken neck, has so far re-
covered that he will leave the hospital this
week for the Long Island home of his fath-
er, who is a wealthy starch manufacturer.
Duryea’s physicians regard his recovery
as little short of a miracle, His case has
attracted attention all over the world and
is one of the most singular in the annals of
medical practice. His remarkable condi-
tion to-day is the result of a rare operation
performed in Roosevelt hospital on Se-
tember 18th, 1899.
The injury, similar to that which caus-
ed the death of Mrs. William C. Whitney,
baffled his physicians for weeks, and sev-
eral times they gave up all hopes of saving
his life.
They obtained X-ray pictures of his
spine, however, and thus located his injury
so accurately that the operation which was
believed might he successful was decided
to be possible.
The X-ray disclosed the fact that the
fractured vertebrae were pressing on the
spinal cord. The surgeons tock out the
laminae of the fifth and sixth vertebrae
and thus restored ir a large measure the
width of the canal through which the spinal
cord passes. From that time on Duryea
began to recover. He now sits upright,
wheels himself about the room in his chair
and can write and use a knife and fork. He
expects to regain all his old strength, and
even talks of athletics again.
Duryea broke his neck while attempting
to dive off the steps of the Casino at Oyster
bay on Sunday, August 7th, 1889. He
plunged into shallow water and struck his
head on a hard, sandy bottom.
The Fence Law.
For the information of all we publish the
following law in regard to fencing:
On the 4th day of April, A. D., 1899, a
section of the act of 1700 was repealed.
The result of this report was, to require
every man owning stock to take care of the
same himself. Prior to that time the law
practically required the owner of land to
tence the same with good and sufficient
fence, for the purpose of preventing his
neighbors’ cattle from trespassing upon his
lands. The reverse of the case now exists.
The owner of the cattle must protest them
himself from trespassing. It does not
matter whether a farmer has his lands
fenced or not; his neighbor cannot permit
his cattle to run at large, and thereby
trespass upon another’s lands. If he so
permit his cattle to wander at large, and
they commit a trespass upon land, whether
the same be fenced or uninclosed, the own-
er of the stock is liable to the party own-
ing the land upon which the trespass was
committed. Hence the rights of the parties
may be stated as follows: The owner of
stock is responsible for any damage com-
mitted upon the lands of another, irre-
spective of the question of fences. This is
the general law obtaining on this question.
A MONSTER DEVIL FISH—Destroying ite
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er of this malady is felt on organs, nerves,
muscles, and brain. But Dr. Kings New
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store.
Belle Boyd, The Spy, Dead.
The Famous Woman of Civil War Times Passes
Away—8he Was Twice Sentenced to be Shot.
Belle Boyd, the famous ‘‘Rebel Spy,”
died at Kilbouan, Wis., suddenly of heart
disease on Monday. She had gone there
to lecture. The death of Belle Boyd has
been reported several times in recent years,
but it isdeclared that this woman was real-
ly the spy who attracted so much atten-
tion during Civil war times and just after-
ward.
Belle Boyd had just left school when the
Civil war began. She had a lover in the
Confederate service without whom she
thought she could not live, but she mar-
ried a Northern officer before the war was
over and made him a traitor, was divorced
from her second husband twenty years af-
ter her first marriage, and within a year
after that married a third. She saw life in
camps and military prisons, was a prisoner
on shipboard, was banished from the coun-
try, and after returning to it lived in vari-
ous states in the East, West and South;
was in an insane asylum for a time and
afterward lectured throughout the coun-
try, often under the auspices of Grand
Army posts. She was about 5 feet. 5 inches
tall, with bright eyes and an aquiline nose,
and when she was young her hair was de-
scribed as of “a 1eddish golden hue.”’
Belle Boyd was horn in Martinsburg,
Berkeley county, Va.. now West Virginia,
on May 9th,1843,the daughter of Benjamin
Read Boyd, and was educated at Mount
Washington Female college in Baltimore
county, Md. Not quite 18 years old at
the opening of the war, she entered with
all her heart and spirit into the service of
the Confederate cause. She was a resident
within the Federal lines and knew many
of the officers, and she used her acquaint-
ance and her blandishments to gain from
them information which would be of serv-
ice to her friends of the Southern armies,
to whom she conveyed it at every oppor-
tunity. Many of her messages she sent to
Gen. J. E. B. Stuart. At favorable oppor-
tunities she abstracted the side arms of her
Federal acquaintances when they left them
carelessly about and these she forwarded to
the enemy. She was suspectea after a time
and then one of her notes fell into the
Federal hands and she was arrested, rep-
rimanded and threatened, but General
Shields set her at liberty. Gen. Shields,
she said afterward, was completely off his
guard and introduced her to officers of his
staff.
The night hefore Shields set out after
Stonewall Jackson he announced that he
was going to whip Jackson, and a council
of war was held in what had heen the
drawing room of Belle’s aunt’s house.
Through the floor of a closet of a hed room
above the drawing room, a hole had heen
bored, for what purpose Belle had not
found out, but as she had discovered the
hole she crept up to the closet and applied
her ear to it when the council assembled.
She was able to be of such service to Jack-
son that he sent her a letter after his de-
feat of Gen. Banks, dated May 23rd, 1862,
thanking her for her ‘‘immense services.’”
On Jackson's advice she removed to Win-
chester. and Jackson made her an aide on
his staff with the rank of captain, after
which she rode a horse and associated with
the staff officers when Lee and Longstreet
inspected the forces and when the review
of the troops took place before Lord Hart-
ingdon and Col. Leslie. During her career
as a spy she was twice sentenced to be
shot and was for eleven months a prisoner
in the Carroll and Capitol prisons, at Wash-
ington. :
Belle Boyd’s career in the military serv-
ice ended in 1864, when she was captured
with dispatches on a blockade runner.
Lieut. Sam Wylde Harding, of the navy,
was put in charge of the blockade runner,
which was ordered to Boston. The lieu-
tenant and Belle Boyd were thrown to-
gether a good deal and left largely to them-
selves. He quoted fro.n Shakespeare and
Byron to her,she tells in her autobiography.
When he hegan to talk of tender subjects
she thought he might become useful to her
cause, so when he asked her to be his wife
she told him that it might involve serious
consequences. He was ready to face them
apparently and he renewed his proposal
while the ship was in Long Island sound
on the way to Boston. So she told him
she would be his wife.
When they were coming to anchor off
the Boston navy yard Lieut. Harding went
forward to give some orders and his fiancee
invited the two Yankee pilots who were
aboard to come down to the after cabin
and have some wine, which they did. The
captain of the blockade runner, whom she
called in her book Cap’t. Henry.and anoth-
er man were of the party. Harding had
called a small boat alongside preparatory
to going ashore and this boat had dropped
under the quarter. At a moment she
thought suitable the girl nodded to Cap’t.
Henry, whom she had plaunzd to have es-
cape. He left the wine party and step-
ping into the shore hoat which was so
handy he was soon on his way to Boston.
When later Harding came after he asked
Belle where his papers were and she told
him that probably they were in the lower
cabin, where he had been dressing, and he
went after them, while the small boat got
farther away.
For allowing the escape of his prisoner,
Harding was arrested and tried, but he
was not convicted. Belle Boyd who was
captured with dispatches, was banished by
Lincoln and went to England. Harding
deserted afterward and went to England,
where he and the rebel spy were married
on August 25, 1864, in St. James church
Piccadilly. Harding’s father was Capt.
Harding, of Brooklyn. Harding returned
to this country and became a Confederate
spy. His wife became an actress in Eng-
land,and returned to America after the proc-
lamation of general amnesty. She played
under the name of Nina Benjamin in dif-
ferent cities, and at one time lobbied suec-
cessfully to put a bill through the ‘black
and tan’’ Legislature of Texas.
In 1869 she married Col. John Swainston
Hammond, quit the stage, went, in ill
health, with her husband to California and
was obliged to enter an insane assylum,
where a son was born, and where he died.
The mother was brought East and recover-
ed. Three children were born to them.
In 1884, when their home was in Texas,
after a year of much trouble, Mrs. Ham-
mond said that she got an absolute divorce.
That was in November. At the beginning
of the next year she married an actor, who
was a minister’s son, Nat R. High, son of
the Rev. N. B. High, of Toledo. With
him she went on the road giving dramatic
recitations in costume.
After that she began in Toledo giving
recitals or lectures with her life as a rebel
spy as the subject and continued this work
for several years, usually appearing under
the auspices of G. A. R. posts. At Norfolk
she gave her lecture for the benefit of the
Pickett-Buchanan camp of Confederate
veterans in 1888. That was her first lec-
ture in the South.
‘While she was still in England, in 1865,
she published ‘‘Belle Boyd in Camp and
Prison,’ and George Augustus Sala wrote
an introduction to it, in which he said:
‘Belle Boyd the ‘Rebel Spy,’ is in posses-
sion of a vast amount of information im-
plicating high officials at Washington, hoth
in private and public sandals, which she
deems it imprudent at present to publish.
The time is not yet.
India’s Appeal.
What Will You Do to Help the Starving Millions ?
The committee of one hundred on India
Famine relief, sends the following appeal
from 73 Bible house, New York :
Famine from lack of rain, is new smiting
60,000,000 of our fellow beings. At this
moment, death by sheer hunger and thirst
threatens one-sixth of that number. Thous-
ands are starving each twenty four hours.
In that stricken land, the heavens are as
iron and the earth as brass.
Birds of the air drop lifeless from the
burning sky. Hundreds of thousands of
cattle have already perished. In the ab-
sence of food and water, fiercest animals
let go their batreds.and helplessly liedown
together to die. The decaying bodies of
men and beasts pollute both plains and
rivers.
And the woe has not yet reached its
worst. Face to face with even such horrors
still stand countless little children, and
women and men, whom food will save.
Thank God, relief may almost instantly
pass, by cable, from this land of plenty
to that India of starvation. Accordingly,
only gifts of money are solicited.
What. then, shall we do? What will
youdo? For our answer we are clearly
responsible to God and man. Ought not
America to send quickly a million? In
the famine districts are efficient, devoted
men and women, not: enly American but
also European, who are already engaged in
the actual rescue, and who are pleading for
larger supplies. Surely such supplies can
be provided, and yet the customary gifts to
long established agencies for the uplifting
of the people of India will not he at all
lessened.
Meanwhile, the government of India is
organizing relief on a scale unapproached
in the history of the world. Both treasure
and life are given without stint in the sav-
ing work. On May 14th the number of
starving aided officially was 5,795,000.
That official daily aid will be steadfastly
continued and increased, yet it will be un-
able to keep pace with the awful need.
The deathrate is by far the greatest in the
native provinces, where the government
has least influence and control. Only the
united efforts of all the humane, the co-
operating good will of all the nations will
suffice.
In this emergency, the committee of one
hundred gladly puts itself at your service,
the service of the cause.
Messrs Brown Brothers & Company, the
well known bankers, 59 Wall street, hav-
ing freely consented to receive and ac-
knowledge all gifts sent to them. Every
expressed wish of the donor will be faith-
fully carried out, and the committee, on its
own part, will earnestly seek the best,
most efficient, most economical agencies
for the distribution of undesignated funds.
Together and at once let us move to the |
rescue. - We can feed the starving. There
is not a minute to he lost. From two to
five cents a day will save a life.
Science Separated Them.
Modern Surgery Divides Twins Nature Had Joined
Together. .
Rosalina and Mary Zamos, little Brazil-
ian girls, twins, who were horn joined to-
gether like the famous Siamese twins, but
who have been separated by the skill of
modern surgery as recorded recently. The
X-Rays played an important part in the
examinations which preceded the operation,
toese modern aids to science showing that
the little girls were separate organisms ex-
cept as to the liver. Now there is nomore
difficult organ to operate upon than the
liver. It isa veritable network of small
blood vessels and its structure is such that
it will not hold a stitch. You can’t sew
up a rent or incision in the substance of
the liver.
There was only one way in which this
separation could be effected successfully,
and that was to cut away just a tiny bit
at a time, wait for the place to heal, and
then cut again. Such a method of procedure
meant for the twins constant pain and con-
tinnal risk, yet when they were offered
this chance they accepted it joyfully.
That was at the beginning of February,
and this is the beginning of June. It
means that for four months continual and
often agonizing pain has been the lot of
the two girls, Little by little the band
joining them together has been cut away,
and nearer and nearer has come the hope
of freedom.
And now they have reaped their re-
ward.
Rosalina and Maria are free. They are
separate beings.
A Big Corn Story.
A Penusylvania man traveling through
Kansas recently heard a great many tall
corn stories, and thought he would tell
them in a letter home. This is how he
did it : *‘Most of the streets are paved, the
grains of corn being used for cobblestones
while the cobs are hollowed out and used
for sewer pipes. The husks when taken off
whole and stood on end, make a nice tent
for children to play in. It sounds queer to
hear the feed mau tell the driver to take a
dozen grains of horse feed over to Jackson's
livery stable. If it were not for soft deep
soil here I don’t see how they would ever
harvest the corn as the stalks grow up in
the air as high as a church steeple. How-
ever, when the ears get too heavy their
weight presses the stock down in ground
on an average of 45 feet, this brings the
ear near enough to the ground to be chop-
ped off with an ax.
A Little One for a Cent.
The office boy owed one of the clerks
three cents. The clerk owed the cashier two
cents. One day the boy having two cents
in his pocket was disposed to diminish his
outstanding indebtedness and paid the one
cent on account. The clerk, animated by
so laudable an example, paid the one cent
to the cashier. to whom he was indebted
two cents. The cashier, who owed the
boy two cents, paid him one. And now
the boy, having again his cent in hand,
paid another third of his debt to the clerk.
The clerk, with the said really ‘‘current’’
cent, squared with the cashier. The
cashier instantly paid the boy in full.
And now the lad with the cent again in
his hand, paid off the third and last in-
stallment of his debt of three cents. Thus
were the parties square all around, their
accounts adjusted.
——Inquisitive people are the funnel of
conversation ; they do not take in anything
for their own use but merely to pass it to
another.
Carelessness With Money.
The Secretary of the Treasury has a very
large directory of careless people, of people
who have money to burn or otherwise des-
troy, and who appeal to him for reimburse-
ment. Uncle Sam is kind enough to re-
store lost money when he is satisfied that
it is actually out of existence, and the
Treasury Department has to look after this
branch of his financial affairs. Hardly a
day passes that the Secretary is not appeal-
ed to to make good money destroyed, and
he often receives remnants of bills, more or
less recognizable, with queertales of how
the work of destruction was wrought.
One of the latest applications was from a
Vermont farmer, who sent a mass of rem-
nans of bills that approached the zondition
of pulp. and asked for $280 in return, which
after some delay he received. He said he
had very carefully hidden the money un-
der the rafters of his barn, and somehow it
had gotten into the hay and bran fed to
one of his cows. The cow waschewing the
green food when its nature was discovered.
Another farmer, from Kansas, has sent a
lot of chopped bills that he says represent
$40. According to his story thay were in
a pocket of a vest that was hungon a feed
cutter, and when it was being operated the
corner of the vest that held the money got
between its knives, and, the money was
torn in shreds. The claim is now in pro-
cess of adjustment.
A Boston man took from his pocket what
he says he thought was a piece of paper,
and burned half of it in lighting the gas.
The gas light revealed the fact that he had
used a 20 dollar bill for a lighter.
AWashington man, a couple of weeks ago,
went in person to the Secretary to get $35
for some badly mutilated bills that his
playful pup had been exercising with for
an hour.
A Wisconsin woman has sent a lot of
tinder that she says was once $90. Several
months ago she hid it in a stove pipe hole,
into which a pipe from a laundry fire was
recently placed. As the pipe rested on the
bills tinder was the result.
Another woman, this time in Indianap-
olis, got $10, in greenbacks mixed with
greens she was preparing for dinner, and
boiled them into an almost unreconigzable
mass.
A Philadelphia papa has asked
$20 for a few strips of greenish paper and a
score of pellets for the same material. He
says they once constituted a $20 bill, which
his pet boy had torn to pieces. rolled into
balls and blown through a glass tube at
the cat, canary bird and nursemaid.
An Ohio man wants to sell the Treas-
ury Department a mouse nest for $100.
He says he had that amount in bills in
the bureau drawer, and that the mice ap-
propriated it in bits to build a home in
which to rear their family.
This list is continually growing, and
the communications giving remarkable de-
tails are so frequent as to cause no smile
or comment in the departments. Each
one is simply a new case that follows
Along a line of red tape until it is adjust-
ed.
Why Not Ornithology ?
At this season of the year when we hear
so much of examinations in this, that and
the other branch, the inquiry suggests it-
self to our minds. Why do our children
learn nothing of the birds that make such
a beautiful part of every season? Besides
the vitally important three R’s, the child-
ren study botany, and digging down into
the bowels of the earth, they learn some
wonderful things about rocks and strata
and those far days of prehistoric man.
But of the birds that build in their yards
and sing in their gardens they know next
to nothing. And yet the lessons of ten-
derness and humanity these latter teach
are more to he desired than the bare, sta-
tistical facts of geology. A rock tells a
story that is past and done with ; the birds
sing a song of the present, which to wus is
the all-important era. We cannot make
friends of stones, but with the birds we can
be friends, and next to human ties the
friendship of animals is the most softening
influence that comes to us. Not even the
culture of flowers is so humanizing, be-
cause the flowers can in no way respond to
our attentions but bloom spontaneously.
And as this heart culture is a vital part of
education, why should it. not he begun
with a study of the birds whose coming
and going mark the waxing or the waning
of the seasons? To be able to tell one bird
call from another, and to distinguish be-
tween eggs and nests and colors would be
a source of delight to many a child who
learns by rote and without interest the
peculiarities of rocks of the paleozoic age.
To the average child birds are glowing
realities, while shells and clay strata are
abstract conceptions of the man who wrote
the geology. Ornithology, cleverly taught
would enhance the interest in the school-
room and cultivate in the child the virtues
of tenderness and pity and love.—Ex
Price of Coffee Goes Up.
Arbuckle Brothers, at New York, have
advanced their brand of package coffee one-
eighth cent a pound, making the price 11
cents. The price for the brand controlled
by the American Sugar Refining company
will be similarly advanced. The move is
interpreted by Wall street people to mean
that the coffee interests of the two leading
packers of coffee are being worked on the
bias of a mutual understanding, by which
each of the leading brands has a special field
and that competition is ended.
Dog Killed in Battle With Bees.
An English setter dog, belonging to Ben-
jamin Machamer, was in the yard of the
latter’s relatives at Shamokin Friday when
several bees landed on the dog’s head. He
barked and thé bees flew to several hives
close by and returned with over a thousand
bees.
They stung the dog until he was blind-
ed and unable to retreat. Several people
tried to rescue him, but were badly stung.
The dog fought until he dropped dead.
Largest in the World.
A special from Bangor, Me., says anoth-
er new wood pulp plant is to be erected at
Grand Falls, N. B., which will be the larg-
est in the world. It will cost $7,000,000
and the capacity will be 5,500 tons of white
newspaper, 225 tons of ground wood pulp
and 175 toons of sulphite pulp, requiring
525 cords of wood per day. Over 1,000
hands will be employ «ii. The power will
be obtained fro.i the Grand Falls of St.
John river.
——Over 17,000 trees have been plan by
in New York City during the past year Of
the New York tree planting association, 1S
which former Mayor William L. Strong as
president. Nearly all the planting woe
done along the river front and in residen u
streets. But it is now intended to exten,
the work to the tenement house district
both for sanitary and esthetic reasons.