Demon Yat.
‘Bellefonte, Pa., September 27, 1901.
TT SOB,
HER WAY.
Eyes? Well, no, her eyes aint much;
Guess you seen a lot of such—
Sort 0’ small an’ bluey gray,
*Tain’t her eyes; it’s jest her way.
Hair ain’t black, or even brown;
Got no gold upon her crown,
Sort o’ ashy, I should say,
'Tain’t her hair; its jest her way.
'Tain’t her mouth—her mouth is wide,
Sort o’ runs from side to side.
See 'em better ev'ry day,
’Tain’t her mouth ; it’s jest her way.
Nose I reckon’s nothin’ great;
Couldn’t even swear it’s straight;
Facet, I feel I'm free to say,
*Tain’t her nose; it's jest her way.
Love her? Well, I guess I do!
Love her mighty fond and true ;
Love her better ev'ry day.
Dunno why; it’s jest her way.
— Elizabeth Sylvester in Century.
LOVE ON A BICYCLE.
“Much better learn in the road, Miss.
Some of the quiet roads about here is worth
all the cycle tracksin the kingdom. Stands
to reason you learn more confidence.’’
“‘But—but wouldn’t it be worse to fall
off in a public road ?’’ the young lady sug-
gested timidly.
‘‘You won’t fall off,”’ said the proprietor,
reassaringly. ‘‘My young man will see to
that. He’ll hold you on right enough.”
‘Is the young man in now ?”’ inquired
Hetty.
She was an exceedingly pretty brunette
of nineteen, with wavy dark bair and
sunny blue eyes, a girl any young man
might have been proud to hold on toa
bicycle. She had recently come up from
the countrv with her mother, a doctor’s
widow, who bad one daughter married
and settled in London already, and who
had taken a small house in a quiet street
in that part of Hammersmith which now
genteelly styles itself ‘‘West Kensing-
ton.
Hetty’s married sister, Mrs. Mornington-
Willoughby, insisted that Hetty wanted
‘smartening and bringing up to date.”
To this end Hetty must at once learn to
‘‘bike’’ this being the year of the bicycle
craze among smart and would-be smart
Londoners.
No girl has a chance of marrying decent-
ly, opined Mrs. Mornington-Willougby,
unless she could golf and bike. And as
Hetty hadn’t any money, marriage was the
only thing for her.
Mr. Mornington-Willoughby was a sue-
cessful auctioneer. His wife spent. his
money and looked down npon the means by
which it was made. Her aim was to he
‘‘emart’’ above all things, and she intend-
ed that her pretty sister, Hetty, ‘‘who
really had no style, poor child, and is
dreadfully provincial,”” should be an at-
traction at her at-homes (2nd Sundays, 9
to 12; first Sundays, 4 to 7,) and should
marry really well. To this end she decreed
that Hetty should bike, and chose a cos-
tume for her sister, from a ‘‘smart’’ lady’s
tailor’s, in which Hetty looked distracting-
ly pretty.
**Only you really should powder to tone
down those red cheeks,’’ said Mrs. Morn-
ington-Willougby, ‘‘and practice cycling
somewhere in back streets, for you’re just
the kind of a girl to grow heetroot color
over an exercise until you’re used to it.’’
Thus it came about that Hetty Syivester
stood in a bicycle shop, bargaining with
the proprietor for a course of lessons from
one of the two ‘‘young men.’’
‘‘The instructors are in the back of the
shop there—at least one of them is,”’ said
the proprietor, jerking his head in the di-
rection of a long vista of bicycles which led
from the shop toa capacious shed at the
other end. ‘‘He’s a new hand I’ve had to
take on lately through press of work, a
crack rider, and first rate instructor,
thoroughly reliable. Now. when will you
have your first lesson? Will tomor-
row morning at 10 suit you, or is that too
early ?"’
‘Oh, earlier, if possible,”’ returned Het-
ty. ‘‘There’ll be less people to see me fall
about.”’ :
The proprietor laughed.
“‘Some other young ladies are of your
way of thinking, for both my young men
have engagements from 9 o’clock onward.
How would 9:45 suit you? At 9:45 in the
Meredaie road? I wouldn’t have more
than ten minutes or so, the first time if I
was you. Vaughan.’’ he called ont down
the shop, '‘9:45 in the Meredale road to-
morrow morning; you'll have finished Mrs.
Jenkins, and be able to take this young
lady, Miss Sylvester, won’t you ?”’
‘Yes sir.”’
The answer came from the depths of the
shop, beyond the avenue of machines,
where a group of three young men were
standing heside a workman who was ex-
plaining something about a broken down
machine. One of the young men was
broad shouldered and well built, and was
dressed in a smart tweed cycling get-up
and even at this distance, and by the bad
light of the shed; it seemed to Hetty that
he was remarkably good looking. She
hoped, not unnaturally, that this might
prove to be Vanghan, the teacher. It was
surely pleasant to be held on to a machine
by an eminently presentable young man,
who looked at a distance in his cycling
dress quite a gentleman, than by some
ugly, grimy ’Arry. Of course, such a trifle
was really of no consequence; still, when,
the next morning, Hetty arrived at Mere-
dale road, she glanced with some interest
up and down it in search of her instruct-
or.
At first she could only see a stout lady
in a shepherd’s plaid costume, wobbling
along with difficulty on a bicycle, support-
ed by a sallow faced, weedy looking youth
in a shabby black coat and shocking boots.
“The youth and the lady went up and down
the road, taking no notice of her, and Het-
ty, turning the corner of the road, beheld
to her relief the handsome young man she
had seen in the shop the previous day com-
ing brigkly along by the pavement in
charge of a lady’s machine, and evidently
on the lookout for someone.
“Stop !"’ said Hetty, and the young man
stopped, smiled and raised his hat.
His manner of doing so was so natural
and so eminently gentlemanly that Hetty
grew embarrassed and blushed.
‘I beg your pardon,’’ she said, ‘‘but don’t
you come from Messrs Tynn and Harris's
bicycle shop ?”’
“I do,” said the young man.
“I think,’’ said Hetty blushing again,
for Messrs Tynn and Harris’s yonng man
had laughing gray eyes under dark eye-
lashes, and a trick of staring intently in
the face of anyone who was talking to
Bir think I am your appointment for
“I am very glad to hear it,’’ said the
oung man.
“Glad ?”’
“Well, you see, Miss,”’ he said, quickly.
“its a relief to teach anyone young and
slight, like you, after some of the weights
I’ve had to pull around.”
“There's a very stout lady being taught
in the Meredale road, just around the cor-
ner, by a man in a black coat.”’
‘Ah, that’s my mate, Bill,”’ observed
the young man, as he lowered the seat of
the bicycle. “Now, will you mount,
Miss?”
‘Miss Sylvester,” said Hetty, correcting
him.
He was so handsome, and so eminently
well bred looking, that it seemed a pity he
should speak in rather a common style,
and allude to the youth in the bad boots,
as ‘my mate, Bill,” and call his pupil
Miss.” His manner of teaching. too, was
charming, and, although he occasionally
dropped or misplaced rather a large and
necessary ‘‘h,”” as, for instance, when
he alluded to the ‘‘ ’ouses at the hend of
the road,” his voice was pleasant and wel-
low, with hardly a trace of a cockney in-
flection.
Hetty was timid at first, and clung to
him as is the manner of all beginners.
But he did not seem to mind. He was
provided with a leather strap, which he
fastened round her waist, as she had seen
other instructors do, and he caught her
most cleverly when she was about to tum-
ble off.
“You must have a great deal of prac-
tice,” said Hetty, ‘‘and I am immensely
obliged to you. They told me at the shop
youn were a crack rider as well as an in-
structor.”’
‘‘Very ’ansome of Mr. ’Arris,”” murmar-
ed the young man.
Hetty felt sorry about his *‘h’s.”’ It was
a pity, she thought, that they could not
exchange instruction, and that in return
for his gentle and kindly teaching of bal-
ance on a bicycle, she could not initiate
him in the mysteries of the eighth letter of
the alphabet.
The ‘mate, Bill,”’ came along during
the progress of the lesson, and stopped at
the end of the pavement to eye them cur-
iously.
‘Your friend looks annoyed,” said
Hetty.
“He’s so greedy ; he wants all the cus-
tom,’’ her instructor explained.
Excusing himself, he joined the pallid
young man in the bad boots on the pave-
ment, and interchanged some talk with
him, after which the shabby young man
smiled and walked away.
“I’m immensely obliged to you, Mr.
Vaughan,’ Hetty said at the end of about
twenty minutes, ‘‘but I’m rather tired now.
Shall I make an appointment for tomorrow
with you or at the shop ?”’
*‘Oh, with me, please.”
‘Well, when are you disehgaged ?’’
“I wonder,’”’ said Mr. Vaughan, after
consulting an extremely smart Russia
leather pocketbook, ‘‘whether 9 o’clock to-
morrow morning would be too early for
you? Then we shall bave the place to our-
selves.” :
‘Nine will do beautifully. Good-morn-
ing, Mr. Vaogban, and thank you.”
He raised his cap, and slie noticed how
pretty his short, curly, fair hair looked in
the spring sunshine. He was certainly a
most good looking young man, and there
was, of course, no harm in his smiling at
her when he said good bye, especially as he
had such nice white teeth. On her way
home Hetty wondered whether Mr. Vaugh-
an bad a ‘‘young woman’’ and if so,wheth-
er she was not very proud of him?
Calling on her sister that afternoon, she
recounted to her her first experience on the
“‘hike.”’
“And what sort of a man was your
teacher 2’ asked Mrs. Mornington-Wil-
loughby, a tall, slender woman with elab-
orately waved’ hair, touched up ‘with
chestnut hair dye, a high pitched voice,
and a manner suggestive at once of irre-
sponsibility and artificiality, and which
contrasted ill with detty’s frank simplic-
ity. :
“Oh, wonderfully good looking ; and so
nice.”’
‘‘Heavens, child ! You’re blushing ! It's
horribly tad form to blush when you talk
about men of that class. You’ll be blush-
ing about your hairdresser next. Of course
they choose good looking men for that
sort of thing—holding girls on bikes and
all that. Broken down gentlemen they
are sometimes, and awful scamps, you may
he sure.”
“But Mr. Vaughan isn’t a broken down
gentleman,’ said Hetty, hastily. ‘‘At least,
I mean, though be looks and behaves like a
gentleman, he drops his h’s.”’ :
“Oh, lots of University men do that.
We're not as particular about h’s in town
as the good people in the provinces. But
I'm glad he’s not a gentleman. Makes him
safer. Why, there was an awful scandal
last season at the Regency Skating Rink.
They had two instructors there all the girls
went mad about. Awfally good looking,
vou know. The dress showed them off.
The girls used to take them out to lunch
and send them all sorts of things.”
‘Maud ! How disgusting of them !”
“Don’t look soshocked ! It’s so provin-
cial to be easily shocked. At last Lady
Betty Wardoper’s guardian. found she’d
given one of these men a pair of diamond
sleeve links, and was secretly correspond-
ing with him. Of course, there was an
awful row.”’
“Of course,”’ Hetty repeated. ‘'‘But—but
was she fond of him ?”?
‘*As if anybody bothered about that!
She was packed off abroad and the young
man got sent away. Oh, those handsome
young men whe go in for teaching girls
riding, skating or biking make a very good
thing of it.”’ :
Hetty was silent. She could not bring
kerselk to think that nice, big gentle-man-
nered Mr. Vaughan ‘‘made a good thing’’
out of the folly of well educated girls, who
ought to know better than to fall in love
with him. Yet her manner on the follow-
ing morning, when she met him at 9 o’clock
in the deserted Meredale road, was marked
by a slight touch of constraint, which,how-
ever soon vanished under the pleasant cour-
tesy of his greeting.
At the end of half an hour they seemed
like old friends. Somehow, without ex-
actly asking questions, Mr. Vaughan man-
aged to learn all his pupil’s circum-
stances, and the leading facts of her hith-
erto tranquil existance in a quiet country
town.
Hetty was an unselfish, sweet natured
girl, and all that could be learned about
ber was to her credit. She had been an
excellent daughter, and had nursed her
father devotedly through his long illness;
she loved out door exercise, skating, rid-
ing, rowing and gardening; she was fond,
too, of dancing; but she had no taste for
the round of trivial engagements with
which her sister filled ber time, nor had
she the least desire to emulate that lady’s
‘‘smartness.’’ :
“Is Mrs. Mornington-Willonghby your
gister?”” Mr. Vaughan had asked in evi-
-| dent surprise: “or
1st.
quite satisfactory.
expense.
won without much effort.
promise to them.
MAN had promised to do.
made it possible for me,
Dear Sir :—
see,
“Yes. Do you—have you ever heard of
her ?”’
“My mate taught a friend of bers, I
think,’ the young man answered in rather
a confused way. :
Hetty was startled on looking back to
recall the extreme friendliness with which
she and Mr. Vaughan had parted and the
length of that second lesson. She could
not get the young man out of her head,
and with a bot flush of shame she asked
herself whether she was not ‘‘not as bad”
as those girls at the Skating Rink of whom
her sister had told her. None of the
men she met at Mrs. Mornington-Willough-
by’s ‘‘at home’’ were balf so good look-
ing or charming in manner as Mr. Vaugh-
an, even if they were more certain in
their b's.
tressed. She went to bed thinking ahout
the bicycle teacher’s gray eyes, and, as a
consequence, she dreamed about them, and
next day she flushed as red as a 10se when
she met the young man as usual at 9 o’clock
in the Meredale road.
This time it was her turn to learn about
him.
Westminister,”” which Hetty took to mean
a shop there. He, himself was guite inde-
pendent, six and twenty, and on the look-
out for a wife. ‘‘In my own station of life,
of conrse,’” he added.
“Yes, I hope you will find a very good
one.’”” murmured Hetty.
“I suppose I onghtn’t look so high asa
lady 2’ Mr. Vaughan suggested, insinuat-
ingly, as he held her hand in his while as-
sisting her to alight.
“I really don’t know why you
shouldn’t,’”” she answered simply. ‘You
only want, if youn will forgive me for say-
ing so—.’
“Pray tell me!”
“Well, to be just a little more careful
with your h’s.”’
“Thank yon immensely,’’ he said grate-
folly. ‘Now, will you help me at that?
You will want at least, a dozen lessons
more to teach youn cycling. Will you
look after my h’s if I look after your bal-
ance ?"’
“Of course I will,’”’ said Hetty, prompt-
ly.
But three pouring wet days put a stop
to the cycling, and on the evening of the
third even the constantly recurring thought
of Mr. Vaughan was banished for the time
from Hetty’s mind by the event of her first
dance in London. It was a subscription
dance, and Hetty, in white tulle and lilies
of the valley, looked lovely enough to al-
most satisfy her sister.
‘‘Nostyle,”’ that lady declared, ‘‘but very
young and fresh and all that.”’ . !
The member of Kensington, Sir Henr
Grahame, a wealthy baronet, was among
those who sought an introduction to Mrs.
Mornington-Willoughby’s pretty sister. He
was a handsome, erect man of about fifty,
and he exclaimed gallantly that the belle
of the room must not be wasted in ‘‘a fogy
like himself’’ for a round dance, but that
she must know his son.
“I am enormously proud of my boy
Eric,’’ he told her, ‘‘and I must find him
for you.”
Mentally he was wondering how such a
sweet, well bred girl came to be the sister
of that handsome snob, Mrs. Mornington-
‘Willoughby.
‘‘Here is my boy,” Sir Henry exclaimed
with fatherly pride, as a handsome, well
built young man, with laughing gray eyes
and curly fair hair approached them. ©
‘Eric, I want to introduce yon to Miss
Sylvester.’’
“Miss Sylvester and’ I are old friends,
father. We have met—out cycling. May I
have this waltz, Miss Sylvester, or are you
engaged ?’
They Enjoyed the Watchman's Free Tripsto Buffalo.
Two Centre Countian’s Have a Free Trip to the Pan-American
at the Watchman’s Expense.
the Watchman for Keeping Every Promise Made.
Both Were Well Pleased With the Trip.
They Write to Thank
On March 22nd the WATCHMAN announced that free trips to the great Pan-Ameri-
can Exposition at Buffalo would be given to the three persons securing the highest
number of new subscribers to this paper, at $1 per year, between that time and July
The ngmber of persons who entered the contest was not laige, bus the result was
The winners have already been announced and two of them have visited the great
show at Buffalo and returned thoroughly delighted with their trip at the WATCHMAN'S
When it is known that Mr. Nerhood secured only twenty new names for the
WATCHMAN’s list and Mr. Pletcher but six new ones those who read this, and have not
been to what is called the ‘‘most beautiful’’ exposition the world has ever seen, will
realize how they let a goiden opportunity slip past thew.
Itis the WATCHMAN’s purpose to offer several more delightful trips in a short time
and it might be well for all to bear in mind that there is a possibility of their being
In fact, Mr. Pletcher got a free trip to Buffalo for only six
new subscribers and in securing them he had to devote only a few minute: of his time
one day while abroad on business of another nature.
Read what the gentleman have to say about the way the WATCHMAN fulfilled its
Rock Springs, Pa. Sept. 16th, 1901.
# # # In May, 1901, I got hold of a copy of the WATCHMAN in which I noticed an
offer of three free trips to the Pan-American Exposition at Buffalo. Though I was not
taking the paper at the time I decided to try for one of the trips, so one day I sent
in my own name and a few others that I had picked up with little difficulty. Later,
whenever I thought of it, I would look around for more until by July 1st, the time the
opportunity had been advertised to close I had secured 20. I scarcely thought that
such a small list would put me among vhe successful ones, so you can imagine my sur-
prise when I was notified that I had won the second trip.
I got ready to go on Aug. 24th and notified the WATCHMAN accordingly.
arrived in Bellefonte that morning I was handed a round trip ticket to Buffalo, a ticket
that admitted me to the Exposition ground as often as I cared to go in and out and sev-
eral tickets to amusements on the Mid-way, which was even more than the WATCH-
When I
I had a very nice time on the trip and wish to thank the WATCHMAN for having
Yours cordially,
J. D. NERHOOD.
Nittany, Pa,, Sept. 2, 1901
EDITOR OF DEMOCRATIC WATCHMAN, Bellefonte, Pa.
I have the honor to acknowledge your letter of 23rd inst—enclosing
transportation to the Pan-American Exposition, also free admission to the grounds, and
to several of the 1st class shows. in accordance with the WATCHMAN’S offer to the three
persons securing the highest number. of«new. subscribers within a given time. The
WATCHMAN’S promptness in fufilling its promise is appreciated and also, personally,
would say that the show at Buffalo is well worth any one’s time and money to go and
Very respectfully.
A. A. PLETCHER.
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‘‘You have been making fun of me all
the time,’’ whispered Hetty, with burning
i cheeks, as she laid her band on ‘‘Mr.
The girl began to feel troubled and dis- :
Vaughan’s’’ arm. ‘‘It was cruel of you.”
*‘On my honor I haven’t. You met me
in the bicycle shop, and next day, as I was
on my way to my sister’s house to give her
a lesson on her new machine, youn asked
me if I came from Tynn & Harris's, and I
told you truthfully that I did. Then you
told me that my name was Vaughan, and
that you had an appointment with me, and
I couldn’t find it in my heart to contradict
you.”
‘And where was Mr. Vaughan all the
time ?”’
‘‘Mr. Vaughan was ‘my mate, Bill.’
He wanted to spoil sport, so 1 squared
him.”
“You were laughing at me all the time,”
faltered Hetty, ‘‘and I can never forgive
vou.”
“‘Not if I neverdrop another ‘h?’ Re-
member, you encouraged me to believe I
might some day marry a lady if I only took
| care of that.”’
“It’s extraordinary what luck some giils
His mother was dead, Mr. Vaughan | have,” Mrs. Mornington-Willoughby as-
told her, and his father was ‘‘in business in |
serted, not without envy, a week later.
“There's my little sister, fresh from the
country, and can’t say boo to a goose, and
she has managed to hook the son and heir
of a rich baronet at her very first dance.
The man bad never seen her before, and he
proposed the same evening.’’
But Mrs. Mornington-Willoughby was
never let into the secret between Eric and
Hetty, of Love on the Cycle.—By Gertrude
Warden.
Why She Quit the Phone.
The young woman employed as a stenog-
rapher bad a bean named Will. to whom
she talked some twenty five times a day.
The lawyer who labored under the impres-
sion that he was paying for the stenogra-
pher’s time was not pleased that Maggie
should drop her work and rush frantically
to the telephone every time the bell rang
and stand there for fifteen minutes debat-
ing whether or not Will ought to have told
Clara that secret which he knew well
enough was none of Clara’s business. One
day the lawyer left his office and, going to
another telephone in the building, called
up his own office. Of course Maggie rush-
ed frantically to the phone and answered.
‘‘Helln,’’ said the lawyer, in a muffled
voice. * This is a lineman testing the wire.
Kindly stand on one foot in front of the |.
phone and say hello.”’
Maggie obeyed.
‘*Thank you. Now stand two feet to one
side and say hello.”’
Maggie complied.
‘Thank you. Now stand two feet on the
other side and say hello.”
It was done.
‘‘Thank you.
and say hello.”’
Maggie seems to be somewhat backward
in answering the telephone now.
Now stand on your head
Wife’s Mistake Causes Death.
Mrs. Mary Heberlin, of McKeesport,
made a terrible mistake on Eriday, and her
husband died three hours later in great ag-
ony. William Heberlin came home sick,
and asked his wife to give him a teaspoon-
ful of castor oil. She went to the medicine
and prepared for him what she thought
was the oil, but instead she picked up a
bottle containing carbolic acid. The room
was dark and she did not see her fatal mis-
take until her husband fell upon the
floor in .agony. y
Mrs. Heberlin, after the death of her
husband, went into convulsions, and. the
physicians fear the woman will not survive
her terrible mistake.
Another Medical Review.
President Died Because of Impaired Physical Vital-
ity, Preventing Tissue from Knitting.
The Medical News in its issue of Sept.
21st printed a review of President McKin-
ley’s case from a medical point of view.
It takes up the subject of the gangrenous
condition of the wound, and in this con-
nection says :
‘The gangrene,extensive as it was,seems
to us not so different from others observed
under analogous circumstances as to re-
quire the assumption of exceptional causes
for its explanation. Necrosis of tissue in a
thinner or thicker cylinder along the track
of a bullet is thought to be the rule, and
ordinarily it is easily taken care of by
liquefaction and absorption. Aud necrosis,
even of a considerable extent, in feeble
patients, about a sutured wound is certain-
ly not unknown even if rare, and is ex-
plained by interference with the local cir-
culation either by tension,or by the spread
of coagulation within the blood vessels.
*'The spread of the process in a patient
of low reparative power would not be so
very exceptional or surprising. Was the
President such a patient? Apparently he
was. According to Dr. Wasdin, when the
incision was reopened toward the end of
the fifth day, ‘‘no effort’’ was required to
open it throughout its entire length, al-
though only the track of the bullet was af-
fected. That expression would hardly have
been used, unless he had intended to in-
dicate that the amount of repair usual af-
ter that lapse of time had not taken place.
Then, the President was 58 years of age,
had led a sedentary, laborious and anxious
life, and bad a complexion and appearance
which for some years had been commented
upon as indicative of impaired vitality.
“It 18 evident that the surgeons, notably
Drs. Mann and Mynter, with whom the
first decision lay, acted with commendable
promptituade and courage in undertaking
the operation, and showed excellent judg-
ment in its course and skill in its execun-
tion. They did all that could properly have
heen done and nothing that should have
been left undone. The usnal causes of death
after such injury and operation were es-
caped or removed or prevented, and their
patient succumbed to a complication which
i8 so rare that it conld not reasonable have
been anticipated, and could not have been
averted.
*‘The President died because he could
not carry on the processes of repair,and be-
cause the effort to do so was more than the
vitality of the tissues involved could sup-
port. This, of course, excluded the. possi-
ble presence of poison brought by the
bullet, or of destructive action by the pan-
creatic juices. If either of those was a fac-
tor, it needs only to substitute it in the
statement for the assumed defective vital-
ity of the patient. Whatever cause acted
it was unrecognizable at the operation and
uncontrollable then or subsequently.
“There has been some criticism of the
confident assurance of recovery made by
those in attendance after the fifth day. To
us the progress of the case up to that time
appears fully to have justified those assur-
ances and. the public -anxiety to have re-
quired them.”
The review of the case closes with the
following reference to the doctors :
“They did their work skillfully and ju-
diciously, their behavior was dignified, re-
strained and worthy of the best traditions
of the profession, and they had the mistfor-
tune when success seemed to have been se-
cured of seeing it overthrown by a compli-
cation which could not have been foreseen
nor avoided. They deserve our admira-
tion and sympathy, not our criticism.
WHAT THE PANCREAS IS.
‘The autopsy showed that death was due
to gangrene. In this case gangrene might
have been caused by a cutting off ofthe blood
supply, poison on the bullet or from some
secretion in the body, bacteria, or the ex-
posure of the organs to the air during the
operation. It appears. bowever,that those
in charge of the case believe that the ex-
udation of the panreatic fluid was the pri-
mal cause of death.
‘“The pancreas, sometimes called the
sweetbread in animals is an organ from six
to eight inches long immediately below the
stomach and stretching across the body.
The head of the pancreas 1s near the liver,
and the other end is near the kidneys. A
duct from the pancreasand a duet from the
liver enter the intestines at the same place.
The function of the pancreas is to digest
meat and starchy, fatty and albuminous
foods. Tt secretes a juice whose properties
are very complex. This fluid will dis-
solve flesh, and, under favorable conditions,
will dissolve the flesh of its owner. Many
cases of sudden death are due to the escape
of this secretion.
DEFINITION OF GANGRENE.
‘‘By gangrene we understand the death
of the tissues en masse. This condition
would result from the escape of the pan-
creatio fluid, which would effect a dieso-
lution of the tissues. There is also a theory
that the buliet was poisoned, and this has
considerable evidence in its favor. This
poison might have been either chemical or
bacterial, or the bullet might have carried
into the hody some poisonous sabstance
from the clothes of its victim.” :
In answer to a question Dr. Cohen said :
‘In regard to the diet given I have not
sufficient knowledge of the circumstances
to give an opinion. I believe that the men
in charge of the case were to be trusted.
The diet, however, was certainly not the
cause of death. Nor do I think there is
any reason to criticise the physicians who
performed the autopsy because of their
failure to definitely locate the fatal bullet.
If it could have been found only by a min-
ute dissection.of the muscles of the back,
necessitating great mutilation, the physi-
cians well declined to continue their search.
“I think that the physicians and other
officials at the Milburn house acted with
both wisdom and dignity. Any one who
was not present to observe the conditions
has no ground to criticise. The reports
from Buffalo indicate that no human power,
no human skill, could have altered the
result.”
REVENGE OF THE WIND.
The winds refused to blow;
“No use,’ said they, “to try
From north or south or east or west
These folks to satisfy.
The north wind “is too cold!”
The west wind “bold and rough!”
The east is ‘chilly,’ they complain ;
The south ‘not cool enough!”
And so the windmills stoppad,
And the ships lay idly by ;
The sun beat down from morn till night
Because no clouds could fly.
The people sighed for wind.
“Blow hot or cold,” said they,
“From north or south or east or west ;
"Twill be the wisest way!”
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Grand Army Matters.
The New Commander—Decrease in Membership-—
At the session of the National Encamp-
ment of the Grand Army of the Republic,
at Cleveland, Judge Eli Torrance, of Min-
neapolis, was unanimously elected Com-
mander-in-Chief of the order for the next
year. There were three candidates, Judge
Torrance, Gen. Daniel E. Sickles, of New
York; and Gen. Thomas J. Stewart, of
Pennsylvania. Gen. Sickles withdrew
from the contest leaving Torrance and
Stewart. One ballot was taken resulting
in 476 for Torrance and 230 for Stewart.
Gen. Wagner, who had Stewart’s interest
in charge, the latter being at home in bed
suffering from a broken leg, moved to
make the election of Torrance unanimous,
and it was done.
A FADING GRAND ARMY.
The adjutant General’s report on the
standing of the Grand Army of the Repub-
lic, made at Cleveland, shows that
death is making its steady inroads on
the membership of the organization. The
number lost by death during the year end-
ing June 30th, 1901, was 8166, and the
total membership of the orderis now
placed at 269,507. This is the smallest
membership given in any annual report
since the early years of the organization.
The death and suspension of members is
partly made good by restorations to good
standing and theaddition of new members.
But notwithstanding these the gap grows
steadily wider.
In ten years past the membership of the
Grand Army has dropped from 398,067 to
269,507, a loss of 128,560. The annual
loss in each of the seven past years is given
in the following table :—
Date Membership Loss.
June 30,:1895 357,636 34,031
June 30, 1896.. 17,029
June 30, 1897.. 21,154
June 30, 1898.. 13,853
June 30, 1899.. 17,622
June 30, 1900.. 11,216
June 30, 1901.. 8,166
Since 1895 the Grand Army has lost a
little over 88,000 in numbers. This, how-
ever, measures only approximately the loss
by death among the members of the order
and it does not take into acccount the
deaths among those who never joined the
Grand Army. Probably not more than
one-third of those who fonght in the war
have been enrolled among the Boys in
Blue. The deaths among the latter have
been in large, if not larger, proportion, and
it is consequently within the truth to say
that during the past ten years 100,000 vet-
erans have joined the Grand Army in the
beyond. The next seven years is likely to
see still greater inroads. The increasing
age of those who remain and their growing
infirmities must make great gapsin the
Grand Army membership and among the
unenrolled veterans.
John G. Milburn.
Whose Care and Kindness to the President has
Made Him Known to the Entire Country.
Who is John G. Milburn has been asked
a thonsand times a day recently.
There is a pretty story, the romance of
an alien payinga favor once done to him
by a great State is the answer, for John G.
Milburn is an Englishman and a Democrat,
The world knows that he is a solid citizen,
one of the leading lawyers of the country
and President of the Pan-American Ex-
position. It was in the latter capacity
that he originally became host to the head
2 the Nation when the latter visited the
air.
HIS CHOICE WAS LAW.
John Milburn was born in the north of Eng-
land in 1851, his father heing one of the
greatest British mechanical engineers of
the century. The boy was destined for the
same profession, but his choice was law,
and when in 1869 a wealthy American
lady took a fancy to him because he re-
sembled ber dead son, he threw away his
tools and came with her to America.
He began to study law at Batavia, New
York, in 1869, and in 1873 passed his ex-
amination for the bar with honors. Just
as he was about to hang up his shingle in
Buffalo it was discovered that John G.
Milburn was not naturalized. Anti-Brit-
ish feeling ran high at the time and Mil-
burns friends were forced to appeal to the
Legislature. The debate over the propo-
sition lasted a month and attracted almost
world-wide attention at the time. Mil-
burn was finally, admitted and the bill
making him then an alien eligible for citi-
zenship because a chapter of the revised
statutes of New York for 1874.
Milburn went to Denver and for a time
was the law-partner of ex-Senator Wolcott.
Upon his return to Buffalo he soon became
its leading attorney. He had. of course,
since been naturalized. Though a Demo-
crat he has steadfastly refused office.
Those who witnessed what Milburn and
his friends did for the President can testify
he has well repaid the favor the State of
New York did for him.
Delmonico Dead.
Proprietor af Famous New York Restaurant Succumbs
to Consumption.
Charles C. Delmonico, proprietor of the
famous Delmonico restaurant in New York
died at Colorado Springs, Col., oni Friday.
Mr. Delinonico went there in June for the
benefit of his health. He leaves a wife.
He was 40 years of age. J
Charles Crist Delmonico was fourth in
line of succession from Peter Delmonico,
the founder of the house.
Last October Mr. Delmonico married
Miss Jeanne Ros® Edwards, daughter of
Mr. and Mrs. John T. Edwards, of Brook-
lyn. One of the peculiarities was that he
seldom, if ever, dined at his own restaur-
ant. He was a great cigarette smoker,
scarcely ever being seen without one of the
the Turkish brand. He had them made
especially for himself at a cost of 6 cents a
piece. He was short in stature, plump
and of a merry face, which was sometimes
adorned by a Vandyke. No linen was too
fine for him, no fabrics too costly, no silks
too rare. !
One of his friends, Walter Murphy, who
was his schoolmate, said that Delmonico’s
trousers cost fabulous sums, and his hand-
kerchiefs $1,000 a dozen.
They All Go To Milton.
Everybody within a radius of fifty miles
or more, who can get away, goes to the
Milton fair. This is one of the oldest suc-
cessful fairs in the state and it has a reputa-
tion of always giving its patrons a good en-
tertainment—something new every year in
addition to the races, the exhibits and the
lively fakirs—not gamblers—for there are
no gamblers there. And then it is the best
fair in another respect. The people are a
good half of any county fair and you see
them all at the Milton fair. Hundreds of peo-
ple look to this fair as ‘a sort of a short fall
outing and they are all going this year be-
cause the management tell them this will
be a record breaker and the public knows
the fair managers never lie.