Dewaoealc Wada, Bellefonte, Pa., May 16, 1902 THE HEART OF THE TREE. What does he plant who plants a tree? He plants a friend of sun and sky : He plants the flag of breezes free ; The shaft of beauty towering high ; He plants a home to heaven anigh For song and mother-croon of bird In hushed and happy twilight heard— The treble of heaven's harmony— These things he plants who plants a tree. What does he plant who plants a tree ? He plants cool shade and tender rain, And seed and bud of days to be, And years that fade and flush again ; He plants the glory of the plain ; He plants the forest's heritage ; The harvest of the coming age ; The joy that unborn eyes shall see— These things he plants who plants a tree. What does he plant who plants a tree 2 He plants, in sap and leaves and wood, In love of home and loyalty, : And far-east thought of civil good— His blessing on the neighborhood Who in the hollow of his hand Holds all the growth of our land— A nation’s growth from sea to sea Stirs in his heart who plants a tree. ——The Century. ETHEL. Ethel stood before her dressing table ad- justing a black tulle pompon in her blonde hair. In the glass her reflected face show- ed white and tense, with a dangerous flare at the nostrils. . Adrien Prescott, her husband, half sat, half sprawled in a lounging chair just be- hind her. He was very drunk, but perfect- ly clear as to speech, although a trifle un- steady on his legs. 16 was half an hour before dinner, but he was still in his riding coat and breeches, the latter liberally splashed with mud, for he had ridden in a paper chase that afternoon. He slapped aimlessly at his leg with his riding crop, as he talked. ‘The mare’s lamed up for good,’’ he was saying. ‘‘I did it in the home stretch ; she’ll have to be shot.”’” He paused to note the effect of this on his wife; but she made no answer, although the mare in question was Querida, her favorite riding horse. In the five years that she had been Mrs. Pres- cott, Ethel had learned to curb her tongue, and to mask various emotions with a smile. Prescott, from his low seat, regarded his wife critically; his face was at once foolish and cruel. ‘‘I think those pompadours over one eye make a woman look bold,’ he murmured, half aloud. ‘So sorry you do not like them,’* Ethel wae childish enough to reply, as she finish- ed the adjustment of her hair ornament, and turned from the glass, with a light shrug of her «houlders. ‘‘When are you go- ing to dress ?’’ she said, as she passed him on her way to the door. ‘‘When I get ready,’”’ he answered shortly. He made his appearance at the dinner table, after the soup, and dropped into his chair, with a sullen nod at Dr. Von Tolenz. Ethel felt the Doctor’s heavy patent leath- er toe on the tip of her satin slipper. She looked across at him; his eyes, gray and keen behind their heavy spectacles, express- ed cautious sympathy, and something more, a warning, perhaps. Ethel never knew how much of ber trouble he suspected. He was the Prescott’s nearest neighbor, and they had know him for something over a year. Ethel could see the gables of his roof across the tops of the almond trees, from her bed- room window. Sometimes on moonlight nights, when the tide was low and the world was very still, she could hear the long sweet notes of his violin floating across the treetops to her window. He would play at intervals far into the night, and after Ethel fell asleep, the music would weave itself subtly into her dreams, Ah Wah, the Chinese butler, rustled around the table in his stiff white blouse and apron. He pressed the dishes upon his master, but Prescott refused nearly every- thing, only holding his champagne glass to be refilled time after time. He scarcely spoke, although Ethel and Dr. Von Tolenz kept up a desultory conversation. The lower thunder of the breakers beat- ing upon the cliffs below filled the room during the pauses of the conversation. A fresh sea breeze stirred the window draper- ies, and swayed the candle flames under their pink shades. - Ethel watched her husband covertly. A memory of a certain night in Yokohama, nearly two years before, came to her, and she clinched her fingers together under the table. ‘I must not show any fear,” she told herself. ‘It is the only way to conquer him.”’ She looked very slender and young, Dr. Von Tolenz thought, as he watched her face, in the pink glow of the candles. Then he turned a speculative gaze upon his host. ‘‘Dipsomaniac, hope- less case,”’ he thought. ‘I wonder if he ever gets violent ; she does not seem to be afraid of him. He won’t look her in the eye, which is a good sign; she has the stronger will—a sad case, very. I wonder if she wants me to go home; well, I’l1 risk it.” Ethel pushed back her chair, and rose from the table. Dr. Von Tolenz held aside the bead hangings for her to pass, but she paused in the doorway and glanced over her shoulder. Her husband bad not risen from the table; he still sat where they had left him, with his hands banging loosely at his sides, and his eyes staring straight be- fore him. The two passed into the drawing room without a word. As Ethel crossed the room she caught up a long chiffon scarf from a table. ‘‘I am going down to the stable to see Querida; will you come with me?’ Dr. Von Tolenz nodded, and brought his hat from the hall and they both stepped thiough one of the long French windows out ou the veranda, into the dewy fresh- ness of the night. They followed the gravel path that wound between the flowering ole- anders, insilence. Ethel led the way, with the trail of her white gown caught up over her arm, until they reached the stables, a long, low group of red tiled buildings that were built around three sides of an open court, where the horses were exercised and harnessed. Querida stood on three legs in her box stall, her injured leg swathed from hock to knee in bandages. She pricked up her ears when she heard Ethel’s voice, and limped to the door of the stall, pressing her slender muzzle against the bars. Ethel slid back the door. Overhead the stable lantern threw a yellow gleam upon the blonde head of the woman and the satin quarters of the mare. Ethel spoke to her pet, and stooped to run her finger over the bandaged leg ; buf the mare winced, and shrank from her light touch. Ethel raised her head, and Jaid her cheek against the mare’s neck ; her eyes were full of tears. The mare turned her head, and rubbed her velvet nose against her mistress’s shoulder; she was begging for sugar. ‘‘Oh, Querida, you can never gallop again!” Ethel, brokenly. Dr. Von Tolenz turned his back abrupt- ly, and moved to the stable door, where he lit a cigar; and presently Ethel joined him. When they were near the house, Dr. Von Tolenz stopped and threw away his cigar. “I will not come in, Mrs. Prescott,’”’ he said gravely. ‘I have one of my restless fits on: I must walk it off, so don’t he alarmed if you see me prowling about your garden to-night. Just cali if you are wor- ried—or frightened about anything—and I shall be sure to hear you. ‘‘I shall be sure to hear you,”’ he repeated with emphasis. *‘Do you understand ?’ ‘Yes,’ said Ethel simply, '‘I understand and thank you.’”’ She held out her band, and Von Tolenz, bending, swiftly pressed his lips upon it. Ethel did not go directly into the house. She stood for a moment under the shade of the portecochere until the sound of the Doc- tor’s footsteps had died away, staring into the drawing room. It was untenanted; then she moved to one of the dining room windows, and looked in. It, too, was empty. Wah had cleared the table and blown out the candles, only a small shaded lamp burned dimly on the sideboard. Ethel passed around the house, skirting the rose garden and tennis court, until she came out upon the broad terraced lawn that sloped to the cliffs. There were rustic seats scattered at intervals along the bluff, and Ethel, leaning against the back of one of them, watched the waves break into gleaming lines of white upon the rocks be- low. Before her stretched the dim ocean, limitless, haunting, unfathomable, lighted here and there with faint phosphorescent gleams; far out against the horizon a heavy bank of fog was moving inland; blotting out the stars. For a long time Ethel leaned against the bench, listening to the thunder of the surf —when suddenly she was aware of her hus- hand standing at her elbow. She drew away from him astep, and stared at him in silence. She could just make out the out- lines of his figure and the white blur of his face, in the faint starlight. He was bare- headed, and a half burned cigarette glowed between his fingers. Ethel wished she could see the expres- sion of his face, she wondered if his mood would be one of maudlin recrimination and self reproach, or if he would be ugly and threatening. His first words dispelled all doubt. Ethel shrank from a flood of abuse and accusation, shivering with a sudden loathsome dread. She would have turned and left him, but he bad lurched forward, and caught her arm with a grip of iron. His hot breath beat evily upon her face, his voice rose to a thick shriek. ‘Where have you been?’ he demanded, shaking her roughly, ‘‘and where’s that d—— Doc- tor? I've been looking for him this half hour 1”? The cigarette that he still held hetween his fingers burned itself out against Ethel’s tender flesh, but she did not feel the pain. She was possessed by a sudden, wild rush of rage. ‘‘Let me go, Adrien,” she said, between her clinched teeth. ‘‘Let me go, or you will be sorry !”’ For answer, he struck at her, blindly, with an oath. Then Ethel, exerting all of her lithe young strength, wrenched herself free, and with a strong push, sent him reeling back- ward, over the edge of the cliff. Instantly, she crouched on her knees,and Jeaned over the brink, but not a sound came up to her but the sob of the waves. After a moment, she rose quickly to her feet, and without a backward glance, fled across the lawn to the silent honse. Early the next morning, Dr. Von Tolenz swung along the cliff path, whistling a lit- tle German air. He had changed his even- ing clothes for a Norfolk jacket and knick- erbockers, and was en route to his morning dip in the sea. He bad paced up and down the winding paths under the almond trees for hours, the night before. The light in Mrs. Prescott’s window went out a little before the dawn, and he had taken his way homeward across the fields, with a lightened heart, sure that all was well. Now as he came in sight of the Prescott house, he paused and glanced eagerly across the lawn, but there was no sign of life about the place. Then as he moved on, his eye caught the glitter of an object lying di- rectly in his path. He stooped and picked up from the gravel a small turquoise heart set round with diamonds. It was Mrs. Prescott’s property; he had noticed it the night before in the bosom of her gown, as they stood in the stable together. She must have lost it after he had left her. A sudden horrible thought came into his mind. He stooped again, scanning the ground carefully with his near sighted eyes. All about there were slight, but unmistak- able signs of a struggle. The gravel was scraped deeply here and there, and at the very edge of the cliff the trailing vines had been torn away, as by the fall of some heavy body. Dr. Von Tolenz flung himself on his knees, and peered wildly over the brink. When he drew back his head, he was white to the very lips, and great beads of sweat stood out upon his forehead. He covered his eyes with his hand for a mo- ment, as if to shut out some horrible sight, then, as one who makes a sudden decision, he sprang to his feet. As he turned on his heel, he found himself face to face with Ethel Prescott. She was dressed as if to go out, in a long, loose driving coat and a small toque. She was very pale and there were dark rings beneath her eyes. There was a moment’s silence. Dr. Von Tolenz was the first to speak. ‘ Let me take you back to the house, Mrs. Prescott. There has been a very serious accident to your hushand.’”” But Ethel interrupted him, laying her hand lightly on his arm. “Don’t,”’ she said, simply, ‘don’t lie; it isn’t necessary ; you know what has hap- pened. I can see itin your face.’’ Dr. Von Tolenz started. ‘What do you mean ?’’ he said, eyeing her keenly. ‘‘You and TI and all the servants know that Mr. Prescott was intoxicated last night. He muss have wandered out here some time during the night, and fallen over the cliff. Come, go back with me to the house, and I will get some help.”’ ‘‘No,”” said Ethel, quietly, ‘‘I am going into town to give myself up.” Von Tolenz struck chis hands together sharply. ‘My God !”’ are you mad?’ he cried. But even as he spoke he knew that her resolve was fixed, and that in the end she would prevail. He still held the tur- quoise heart clenched in his hand and now on a sudden impulse, he opened his fingers, and held it out to her on his outstretched palm. ‘‘See,”’ he said. ‘I found it here in the path jost a little while ago. Isus- pected something was wrong, and when I saw that vine torn away on the edge of the cliff, I knew ! But as God is my witness, I thought to find your body when I looked over the brink, and I swore to myself that if I saw you lying there on the rocks, I would find him, and kill him with my bare hands.’”” He stopped, his voice choked with passion and despair. Ethel heard him without a change of expression in the strange calm of her face. '‘I am sorry for you,’”’ she said in a slow, even voice. ‘‘I am sorry for myself, too. I made my will last night; I have left Querida to you ; you whispered will take care of her. won’t you? I must | go now; the carriage is waiting to take me into town. Good-by. Perhaps they wili let you come in to see me, when I am in jail, if you care to risk your reputation.” She held out one small, black gloved hand, as she spoke, and Von Tolenz grasped it in both his, and held it against his breast. ‘‘Oh, Ethel ! think what you are doing,’’ he entreated wildly. ‘If youdo notspeak the whole thing will pass for an accident. He deserved his fate; it was time his wretched life was ended. God knows I or any one would have done the same in your place. Do not wreck your life; in time you will forget— ’’ He broke off abruptly, for in the white face of the woman before him he read the futility of all his argu- Stories of Lost City’s Survivors. Less than 500 Saved from Population of Nearly 40,- 000—Blanket of Flaming Lava—No Warning—A Moment of Agony, and All was Over. The voleano eruption came withoat warn- ing at 6:30 in the morning, like a great whirlwind of steam, boiling mud and fire. St. Pierre and vicinity were not only destroyed, with the loss of 40,000 lives, but similar disaster way have overtaken the island of St. Vincent. At 4 o’clock in the afternoon the dark- ness of midnight shrouded St. Vincent island during the eruption of Volcano Sou- friere. Ashes covered the Barbadoes, more than 100 miles from Martinique. WITNESS DESCRIBES THE TERRIBLE SCENE. St. Lucia, B. W. I., May 10.—Mont ments. Ethel drew her hand from his clasp. *‘Good-by, my friend,”’” she said gently. ‘‘You have tried to belp me, and I thank you; bunt I must bear my own punishment.’”” And so she left him, walk- ing swiftly across the lawn. Once she turned and waved her hand, the stiff sea breeze heating back the folds of her long cloak. And Von Tolenz, staring motion- less long after she had disappeared from sight, felt a dull envy of the man who lay at the foot of the cliff. —By Edith M. Hav- erly, in The Pilgrim. | Pelee, a voleanic mountain some ten miles | north of St. Pierre, the commercial capital | of Martinique, is the mountain which made a faint show of eruption fifty years ago. On May 3rd last it bégan to throw out dense clouds of smoke. At midnight the same day flames, accompanied with rum- bling noises, lighted the sky over an im- mense area, causing widespread terror. On May 4th hot ashes covered the whole city quarter of St. Pierre an inch thick and Lost in the Desert. The Pitiful Tale of a 8ix-Year-Old Boy Who Wander- ed Away. The family of Godfrey Hughes, a mem- ber of the firm of assayers owning the cus- toms assay office, recently went to spend the summer months visiting friends who own a large ranch about seventeen miles above Albuquerque. The family consists of the father, two sons and a daughter. Last Saturday the children asked permis- sion of their mother to go to a corral some three hundred yards away from the house and on the other side of a knoll that ob- seared the corral from view to play. Per- mission was granted and the youngsters bounded away for their afternoon frolic. Soon the little sister wearied and the elder brother proposed that they take her to the house. To this the younger brother Emer- son, who was only six years old,demurred, as he wished to play more. So the older brother took his sister to the house. Upon their arrival there the mother asked, “Where is brother?’ ‘‘We left him play- ing at the corral,’’ said the boy The mother then sent him back for the little truant. Shortly after the messenger came back, panting from his hurried run- ning, and exclaimed that his brother was nowhere to be found; that he was not at the corral. The frightened mother hurried over to the corral and there found the re- port of her boy to be true. She searched and searched, but could find no trace of the missing child. At last she came upon the little footprints, showing that the child had taken a direction opposite to what he should bave taken, and the harassed moth- er hecame more and more alarmed as the fact that her child had strayed nd was in all probability lost became apparent. She followed the footprints for three miles and only ceased becausz darkness was approach- ing and she was powerless and had to call for aid. As rapidly as her nervous and ex- bausted state would permit she retraced her steps to the house and alarmed the household. Immediately a search party was organized and despite the oncoming night started out in quest of the helpless child. Through that disheartening night the weary search continued. And the next day the trained services of seventy-five In- dians were impressed,and all that long and trying day the search went on, and yet no clue to the wanderer. The grief and agony of the poor afflicted mother were heyond consolation. The continued discouraging reports that were from time to time brought her only added to accentuate her suffering. The tracks could be followed for a short distance of twelve miles and then seemed to double upon themselves and finally be- came lost. Without rest the searchers con- tinued in what seemed their hopeless guest. The thought of the poor little tot being out upon the dreary plains alone, without shel- ter or food, wandering on with the help- lessness of the lost, crying possibly with fright, tormented by the pangs of hunger and thirst was simply maddening to the poor mother and friends seeming so help- less to terminate the trying situation. All of Sunday night the search continued, and early Monday morning the father, who bad been ignorant of the tragedy was wired. He arrived that day and added his untirivg efforts to those of the large body already out. To think of the dreadful pathos of it all! The poor child was not found until Wed- nesday morning. It was then found hy a Mexican, who cartied the exhausted little form to his cabin, where the child lingered for three hours and then passed away. The ordeal had been beyond the little one’s en- durance. The remains were taken back to the ranch, and the next day were interred in the cemetery of the neighboring vil- lage.— El Paso Times. Remarkable Engineering. |, Southern Pacific Improvements Require Great Un- dertakings. The extensive improvements that are be- ing made by the Southern Pacific Company from one end of its route to the other in- volve several great feats of engineering, says an Elko, Nev., special in the New York Times. After the tunneling of the Sierras for a distance of five miles the construction of the Ogden-Lucen«cut-off is the most im- portant. A trestle will be run across the northern end of the Great Salt Lake, and will pass over the water a distance of ten bmiles. The undertaking is exciting inter- est in all the leading engineering centres, and is the result of a conference on the part of many experts. The cost of the construction of this lengthy piece of bridge work will be $5,- 000,000. The entire length of the cut-off will be 104.4 miles, and it will save 41.7 miles and several heavy grades over the promontory. The Utah Construction Company is now at work on the first seetion, including 14 miles of grade from Ogden to the lake shore. Grading will be rushed from Lucin very soon, and the material for the trestle is rapidly piling up in the railroad yards. The manner in which the immense stretch of bridge work will be placed has not yet definitely been decided on, but the contractors will have their plans laid out before the new track reaches the lake shore. It will take more than two years to com- plete the cut-off and nearly 1000 men will be employed upon if. ——Mrs. Fred Stroup,of Cataract, Clear- field county, fell dead on Thursday while holding her babe in her arms. The cries of the child attracted the father from the store. He found the body of hig wife on the floor with the babe a few fees away. Mrs. Stroup died of heart disease and was 36 years old. made Mout Pelee invisible. At noon May | 5th a stream of barning lava rushed 4400 { feet down the mountain side, following the {dry bed of a torrent and reaching the sea, five miles from the mountain, in three minutes. In its rush the fiery flood swept from its path plantations, buildings, factories, cat- tle and human beings over a breadth of about a half a mile. ENTOMBED IN LAVA. At the rear of the mouth of the Rio vierre Blanche stood the large Guerin sugar factory, one of the finest in the island. It is now completely entombed in lava. The tall chimney alone is visible. One hundred and fifty persons are estimated to have per- ished there, including the owner’s son. As the lava rushed into the sea the latter receded 300 feet all along the west coast, returning with greater stiength,a big wave covering the whole sea front of St. Pierre, but doing little damage ashore or afloat. Terrible detonations, heard hundreds of miles northward, followed at short inter- vals and continued at night. In the in- tense darkness the electric lights failed, but the town was lit up by lurid flashes of flame from the mountain. The terror-stricken inbabitants rushed for the hills in their night clothes, screaming, shouting and wailing—mad with terror. NEWS FROM REFUGEES. The Plissono family escaped to St. Lu- cia in a small steamer. Thirty-five per- sons, mostly women and children, arrived here in the forenoon of the 6th and far- nished the foregoing details. The men re- mained at Martinique. | The same afternoon, later, telegraphic communication was interrupted with both the islands of Martinique and St. Vincent. During the afternoon of the 8th, the British steamer Roddam, which bad left St. Lucia at midnight on the 7th for Mar- tinique, crawled slowly into the Castries harbor, unrecognizable, gray with ashes, her rigings dismantled and sails and awn- ings hanging about, torn and charred. CLOUD OF GLOWING CINDERS. Captain Whatter reported that having just cast anchor off St. Pierre, at 8 a. m. in fine weather,succeeding an awfal thund- er storm during the night, he was talking to the ship's agent, Jos. Plissono, who was in a boat alonside, when he saw a tremen- dous cloud of smoke and glowing cinders rushing with terrific rapidity over the town and port, completely in an instant envel- oping the former in a sheet of flame and raing fire on hoard. The agent had just time to climb on hoard when his boat disappear:d. Several of the crew of the Roddam were quickly scorched to death. By superhuman efforts, baving steam up, the cable was slipped, and the steamer backed away from the shore, and nine hours later managed to reach Castries. : NOT A HOUSE STANDS IN ST. PIERRE. Dispatches from the West Indies, direct and by way of Paris and London, give further details of the volcanic disaster on the island of Martinique. A cable steamer has arrived at Fort de France with 450 survivors from the neigh- borhood of St. Pierre, the destroyed city, yet conservative estimates still place the loss of life at 40,000, other islands having suffered. : The eruptions still continue and the ships are afraid to approach the buried city. Volcanic disturbances are also occurring on the island of St. Vincent, and there are in- dications that the St. Pierre disaster may have been duplicated there, but details have not been received. The population of the island is 41,000. Clouds of ashes are sweeping across the Carribean Sea. The island of Barbados, more than 100 miles from Martinique, is covered to a depth of several inches. It is believed that very few escaped from St. Pierre. A cloud of fire descended on the city, and it was almost consumed and buried. Governor Mouttet, his family and staff were among those who perished. ST. VINCENT ISLAND MAY BE DESTROYED. WILLEMSTAD, Island of Curacao, May 10—The Italiam steamer Pedemonte, which arrived this morning at La Guaira, reports that while passing near the Island of St. Vincent Thursday night her deck was cov- ered to a depth of two inches with ashes, and her passengers were nearly suffocated with the smell of sulphur. During Thursday all along the coast, es- pecially in the Gulf of Paria, subteranean noises were heard. The Indians were ter- rorized. . POINTE-A-PITRE, Guadeloupe, May 10. The first mate of the Rorami thus de- scribes the disaster at St. Pierre : . ‘Between - 6:30 and 7 o’clock in the morning on Thursday, without warning, there came a sors of whirlwind of steam, boiling mud and fire, which suddenly swept the city and the roadstead. There were some eighteen vessels anchored in the harbor, including the Rorami, the French sailing ship Tamaya, four larger sailing ships and others. All of the vessels imme- diately canted over and began to burn. The Tamaya was a bark from Nantes, Captain Maurice, and was on her way to Pointe-a-Pitre. All the boats except the Rorami sank instantly and at the same moment. ‘‘Every houseashore was utterly destroy- ed and apparently buried under the ashes and burning lava. An officer who was sent ashore penetrated but a short distance into the city. He found only a few walls stand- ing and the streets literally paved with corpses. The Governor of the island, who bad arrived only a few hours before the catastrophe, was killed. Both the English and American Consuls, with their families, were reported to have perished. It is cer- tain that no more than forty out of the above 25,000 could have escaped.’’ The cruiser Suchet was here yesterday buying provisions for the survivors in the outlying districts. She sailed for Fort de France last night with a large quantity of stores, which were immediately put under military guard. Negroes are flocking§in vast numbers into Fort de France from the surrounding country, demanding fond. IN OTHER PARTS OF ISLAND: A telegram from Fort deFrance says that hot mud and cinders have been falling all night throughout the island, and still con- tinue, doing great damage, and that when the final reports are received it will he found that many people have heen killed or injured in other parts of Martinique. The Quebec Line steamship Korouna ar- rived as the Island of Dominica yesterday, bringing a number of sarvivors from her sister-ship, the Rorami. The captain of the Korona says that the eruption at St. Pierre was apparently from a new crater, and that accompanying the eruption there seemed to be a tidal wave which over- whelmed the shipping. A message from the Island of St. Vin- cent says: "The Sonfriere volcano has been in a state of eruption for nine consecutive morn- ings. Ou Thursday moruing the day broke with heavy thunder and lightning, which soon changed into a continnous, tremen- dous roar. Vase columns of smoke rose over the mountain, becoming denser and denser, and the scorialike hail, changing later to fine dust, fell upon all the adjacent estates, destroying a vast amount of prop- erty. At Chateau Belair the ashes were two feet deep in the streets; in Kingston they were fully an inch deep, and many large stones fell in the parish of George- town. The earth shook violently, and at 4 o'clock in the afternoon a midnight dark- ness spread over the country. Thirty peo- ple are known to have been killed, and the damage to property in the windward dis- strict was very heavy. “*The storm” roared about Souftiere all night without cessation, but on the follow- ing morning it became intermittent and fainter.” A report from Barbadoes says that on the 7th the sky was heavily overcast, the heat was excessive and there was a distant sound of thunder. Later, early in the afternoon dense darkness set in and a great quantity of vivid dust fell, and continued falling until a late hour. No damage is reported. A RAIN OF FIRE. Teun of the Roddam’s men were lying dead, contorted and burned out of human semblance, among the black cinders which covered the ship’s deck to a depth of six inches. Two more of the crew have since died. The survivors of the Roddain’s crew were loud in their praises of the heroic conduct of their captain in steering his vessel out of danger with his own hands, which were badly burned by the rain of fire, which kept falling on the ship for miles after she got under way. Beyond burns all over his body, the captain is safe, as is also the ship’s agent, though he is badly scorched. SOLE SURVIVOR. Mr. Plissono is believed here to be the sole survivor of the 40,000 inhabitants of St. Pierre who remained, for the town and all the shipping in the port have been ut- early destroyed, the West Indian and Pan- ema Telegraph Company's repairing Steam- er Grappler going first, then the Quebec Liner Rorami, Captain Muggah, of the latter waving his band in farewell to the Roddam as bis vessel sank with a terrific explosion. : Kingston, the capital of St. Vincent, is safe, but the people here are very anxious as to the fate of that island. Dominica and St. Lucia have very active geysers, but they show no departure from normal conditions as yet. Foodstuffs of all kinds are urgently wanted. VOLCANIC DUST FALLS A HUNDRED MILES AWAY. BRIDGETON, Island of Barbadoes, British West Indies, May 10.—Voleanic dust from the Island of St. Vincent is still falling here. The roads and houses are covered an inch thick. The Island of Barbadoes is over a hun- dred miles from the island of St. Vincent. SMALLER ISLANDS NEAR MARTINIQUE SUF- FERED. LoxpoN, May 10.—Private dispatches received late this afternoon from the West Indies say the eruption at Martinique is decidedly worse than at first reported. The French Cable Company received cablegrams this morning announcing that the eruption at Martinique continues, and that ships are afraid to go near the island. The latest messages indicate that the number of deaths will be about 40,000,sev- eral of the smaller islands near Martinique having also suffered. Between eight in the morning and eight in the evening of Thursday, May 8th, St. Pierre was a mass of fire, and there was also a volcanic erup- tion at St. Vincent. The Island of St. Thomas is sending help. Willed a Lock of Washington’s Hair. Among the wills probated yesterday by Register Singer was that of Mrs. Ellen Ser- geant, who died - recently at her home, 401 South Forty-first street, leaving an estate valued at $30,000. Among her effects was a bracelet containing a lock of hair of George Washington. This she bequeathed to the Society of George Washington Head- quarters at Valley Forge. The lock of hair was given to Mrs. Sergeant’s grandmother by General Washington for an act of kind- ness done for him while at Valley Forge. It is said there may be a romance in the little lock of hair. ] Dog’s Skull Grafted on Man’s Head. Physicians of the college hospital at Sag- inaw, Mich., have peiformed a remarkable operation, that of grafting a piece of dog’s skull upon a human head. The patient is John Olberg, of Kenton, Houghton county. He is now recovering from an old affliction. Olberg’s skull was fractured four years ago. Over the wound, which was an inch and a half in diameter, there formed a foreign growth, which pressed on the brain and caused convulsions. The doctors chloro- formed a dog, removed a piece of his skull, and implanted it in the opening in Olberg’s head. Insane, Let His Cattle Starve. William R. Coe, a wealthy farmer, of Norwich, near Utica, N. Y., has gone in- sane and bas been placed in custody. Near- ly a hundred dead cows, sheep and horses were found lying about his farm. For some time Coe has been spending large amounts of money for live stock and people began to wonder what he wanted of the cattle. Yesterday his wife returned after a long absence and found nearly all of the valuable cattle lying dead about the fields. They bad died from starvation. ——A writer says equal parts of vinegar and paraffin oil make a better polish for a piano than any furniture cream. Care of State’s Insane. Marriage Law and Lunacy. The legislative commission to investi- gate the condition of Pennsylvania’s insane adjourned recently after a brief session, at which statements were made hy Superin- tendent Geary, of the Blockley Almehouse; Dr. David D. Richardsen and Dr. Mary Wolf, of the Norristown Hospital for the Insane, and Dr. Orth, of the Harrisburg Hospital. The commission decided to visit each of the seven State institutions for the care of the insane, and as many of the 18 county hospitals as it can. Several of the county institutions will be visited by sub-committees. Superintendent Geary told the commis- sion that the normal capacity of the insane department at Blockley was between 900 and 1000 patients, while the actnal num- ber of patients there on April 24th was 1447. Of these 673, more than half the total number, were women. There are 70 male and 65 female epileptics, Lut there is no separate huilding for the care of these cases. He said there were no private pa- tients in Blockley; but where a person ad- mitted as a pauper lunatic was found to have resources or relatives able to pay for maintenance a charge was made for the keeping of such inmate. Mr. Geary said that while 10 per cent, of the cases of iu- sanity were traceable to alcohol, that 60 per cent. were due to heredity, and he suggested a stricter marriage law as a means of controlling the spread of insanity. He will give the commission his views on this subject in writing. HOSPITALS UNDER ONE CONTROL. Dr. William P. Snyder, of Chester coun- ty, president pro tem. of the State Senate and chairman of the ¢ ommission, said re- cently that the most important work of the commission would he devoted to the study of some plan of placing all the State insti- tutious for the insane under one system of management. At present each of these hospitals is managed separately, and fol- lows its own methods of treatment and maintenance. In New York, Dr. Snyder, said, where there are more State hospitals for the insane than in Penusylvania, all are under the management of a salaried commission, aud are conducted under strict civil service regulations. In some other States the same system 1s followed. Another subject to which the commi- sion will give its close attention will be a. possible increase of the facilities of county hospitals by State aid to prevent the re- moval of trivial cases of lunacy to the larger institutions. Each of the 18 county hos- pitals with insane departments now receives a State allowance for the pauper insane, but the commission may favor more liberal support with the view of bringing all the cases of pauper insanity under centralized State control, dividing the State into dis- tricts. INSTITUTIONS FOR CRIMINAL INSANE. Dr. Snyder said it was probable that the commission would recommend one or more: separate institutions for the confinement of the criminal insane, and that it would also recommend the adoption of civil service re- quirements if the Legislature decided to place all the insane hospitals under one management. Said to Have Slaughtered 847 Frogs in Four Days. In four days to have slaughtered the mere bagatelle of 847 frogs composes the newest hunting story going around. Clyde Curns, of Greensburg, is reported to have made frightful inroads on the realms of frogdom and thus far has ‘carried off the ’ cake as a prize nimrod. On Wednesday afternoon last, he killed 158, the day fol- lowing 169* on Friday 310, and on Sasur- day afternoon 210, making a total of 847. There are reported to be a few frogs left between Greensburg and Youngwood, but they are keeping well out of sight. ——There is, or was a few years since,an Euoglish walnut tree, at Washington Heights, near New York city, said to have been planted 144 years ago. It is a monst- er in size, the stem 6 feet 1n diameter at the base, and more than 75 feet in height, with wide spreading branches. One of these branches was cut off some years ago, cross sections of which were large enough for the entire top of fancy tables which were made from it. From 1810 to 1865, according to accounts, ‘‘about two cart- loads’’ of the nuts were considered a fair annual crop, and it had horne continuously for more than a century. ——England has a deeper lake than any of Ireland—Wastwater, in Cumberland, which is 270 feet deep, and never freezes; but Ireland has the biggest in the kingdom’ —Lough Neagh, which covers nearly 100,- 000 acres, and whose waters wash five coun- ties. Ireland has also the deepest bogs. There are parts of the Bog of Allen 47 feet deep. Another curious fact about Ireland is the comparative scarcity of wild creat- ures. No less than twenty one species common to great Britian are unknown to Ireland. Among these are the mole, adder shrew, water-vole, wildcat, polecat and roe- deer. Carpenter’s Unexpected Reply. Senator Platt, of Connecticut, was build- ing a house. He had occasion to hire a carpenter, who was a plain, unvarnished son of New England. ‘You know all about carpenter work ?’? asked Senator Platt. ‘Yes, sir,”’ was the reply. “You can make windows, doors. and blinds ?”’ ‘Oh, yes, sir.” ‘‘How would you make a Venetian blind 2” ; The man thought steadily for several minutes. ‘I think,’” he remarked finally, ‘‘that I would punch him in the eye.”’ ——As the result of a wager W. H. Wareham and Frank Sellenberger, promi- nent young men of Carlisle, left on Wed- nesday evening on a trip through the west. They will be compelled to beg and beat their way like tramps. Both are athletes of no mean ability, and possessed of consid- erable nerve. Mr. Wareham is president of the Alumni Association of the schools, and Mr. Sellenberger, a recent graduate. Their many friends gave them a rousing send-off. They will be gone about one month. ——While at work in the axle plant of the Standard Steel Works, at Burnham, a few days ago, John A. Sheaffer was sudden- ly stricken blind. He was icund feeling his way out of the building by one of his fellow workmen. He has since been ex- amined by several eye specialists, who say nothing can be done for him and that he will be totally blind for life. They attrib- ute the cause to the bursting of a small blood vessel. ——For sallow complexion take regular- ly each morning being breakfast, the white: of an egg. ;
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