6
SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
•Yorc the window of the chapel softly
sounds un organ r.ote.
Through the peaceful Sabbath gloaming
drifting shreds of music lloat,
*r.d. the quiet and the tirelight and the
sweetly solemn tunes
Bmr rue dreaming back to boyhood and Us
Sunday afternoons;
Whfn we gathered In the parlor, In the
parlor stiff and grand,
Wbere the haircloth chairs and sofas stood
arrayed, a gloomy band,
'Wtaero each queer oil portrait watched us
with a countenance of wood.
4ttd file shells upon the whatnot In a dust
tess splendor stood.
Then the quaint old parlor organ, with the
quaver In its tongue.
Seemed to tremble in Its fervor as the sa
cred sor.gs were sung.
As we sang the homely anthem, sang the
Klad revival hymns
Of the glory of the story and the light no
sorrow dims.
WL-!!e the dusk grew even deeper and the
evening settled down.
Hlati the lamp-lit windows twinkled In the
drowsy little town,
Old arid young we sang the chorus and the
echoes told it o'er
In the dear, familiar voices, hushed or
scattered evermore.
SYosn the windows of the chapel faint
and low the music dies,
Aad the picture In the tirelight fades be
fore my tear-dimmed eyes,
Sut my wistful fancy, listening, hears the
night wind hum the tunes,
That we sang there in the parlor on thoi*
Sunday afternoons.
•-Job Lincoln, in Saturday Evening Post.
BORN TO SERVE
By Charles M. Sheldon,
Aatim of"IN HIS STEPS," "JOHN KING'S
QOBSTION CLASS," "EDWARD
BLAKE,' 1 Etc.
tCof/jritflit, 1900, by C'harlw M. Sheldon )
CHAPTER III.—CONTINUED.
Mrs. Vane was at home and wel
comed Barbara heartily.
"I'm all alone here, aud you're just
♦be person I want to see. Went to
«a!l on your mother yesterday. She
is lonesome, and I've asked her to
come and pay me a visit of a week
or a month, just as she feels. I find
that Thomas for some reason never
tteard of your father's death. Such
things will happen even in a world of
newspapers and telegraphs. I want
you to tell me all about yourself and
your plans. I don't believe you can
•d't a thing, but I am ready to help
you if you're the girl I think you are.
The Vanes always were proud and
aristocratic people; but, if we have
ever stood up for one thing more than
another, it was for honest labor in the
house or the field or the shop or any
where. J hate the aristocracy of doing
vioVtiing. All my boys learned a trade,
-mid all my girls can cook just as well
they can play the piano, and some
of'em better. I'd rather eat their pie
than hear their piano. Sit right there,
dear, and be comfortable."
IJarbara had not been in the house
'Sialf an hour before she was deeply
in love with the lady of it. After an
liour had passed she was astonished
at Mrs. Vane's knowledge of human
tnature and her grasp of the subject of
servants and housekeeping problems
general ly.
"People will tell you, my dear, that
I am an eccentric old lady with a good
Biany crank notions about servants.
The fact is, I try to treat them just
•■as Christ taught us to do. That's the
treason folks call me queer. People
♦hat try to do the C'liristlike thing
111 all relations of life have always
l»een called queer, and always will be."
When Barbara finally went away
«Ttu?r refusing an urgent invitation to
wmain to tea, 'she had made an ar
rangement with Mrs. Vane to meet
with her and Mrs. Ward and a friend
of both, to talk over some practical
plan for getting the servants and the
fLonsekeepers together for a mutual
■conference.
"If anything is done," Mrs. Vane in
sisted, "it must be done with both
parties talking it over in a spirit of
Christian love. It never can be solved
in any other way."
The date fixed for the conference
was two weeks from that afternoon,
e«<! Barbara went back to her work
«juite enthusiastic over the future and
very much in love with the woman who
*:« known to most of the members of
Slarble Square church as "that eccen
tric Mrs. Vane."
The two weeks had gone by quickly,
and Thursday noon at dinner in the
Ward house Barbara was surprised to
iind, when she came into serve the
first course, that Alfred Ward had un
expectedly arrived. He had spent two
months of his summer vacation with
college classmates on the Jakes, and
tuui returned sooner than his mother
had expected, to stay until the term
opened again.
"Arthur, this is Miss Clark, aTTout
whom 1 have written you," Mrs. Ward
said, a little awkwardly.
The young man looked at her with
Interest, and bowi'd politely. Barbara
*eturned his bow simply, and did not
Mpeak. She felt a little annoyed as
<the. meal proceeded and she was called
ir» at, different times. She thought the
-family was talking about her, and that
the college student had been asking
questions. Several times she was con
scious that he was looking at her. It
•exeel her, although his look was al
«ays respectful.
The meal was almost over when Mrs.
Ward suddenly asked his wife: "O,
•hjLve you heard, Martha, that Br. Law
bail a. stroke yesterday? Very sud
den. It will result in his leaving Mar
'fale Square pulpit."
How sudden! What will the
•eh tmii do?"
Mr. Ward was silent a moment. Bar-
Tbara. was just going out. She slack
ened her step almost unconsciously.
"I have no question they will call
•Morion"
""Will he come?"
'"I think he will."
'"Good!" said Alfred.
"Ve.fi, Mortort will lie a success in
Garble Square pulpit," Mr. Ward said,
jfositivcly.
Barbara went out, shutting' the
kitchen door. She did not hear Mr.
Ward say: "If Morton goes on as lie
has begun, he will become one of the
greatest preachers this country ever
saw."
CHAPTER IV.
TO BE OF USE IN THE WOULD.
When Barbara started that after
noon with Mrs. Ward for Mrs. Vane's
to meet with her in conference, she had
no plan of any kind worked out, even
in tha vaguest outline. She had told
Mrs. Ward what Mrs. Vane had said be
fore, and asked her whether she was
willing togo with her. Mrs. Ward was
very willing, and Barbara gave her
credit for being as much interested as
any woman might be expected to be in
anything that was not even thought
out far enough to be rightly called a
"conference."
Mrs. Vane met them with her usual
bright greeting, and again Barbara
felt the sharpness of her look.
"I've asked Hilda to come in for a
little while this afternoon. She doesn't
want to stay very long, and Iliad rath
er hard work to persuade her to come
at all. She's shy. Mrs. Ward, how's
your headache? Or maybe this isn't
your day for having one. I don't won
der your girls have trouble with you.
You're so nervous with your head
aches that 1 wouldn't venture to work
for you short of ten dollars a week in
advance. I wonder Miss Clark has
stayed as long as she has."
All this the old lady said with as
tonishing rapidity and with a frank
ness that amazed Barbara and made
Mrs. Ward laugh.
"Miss Clark is learning to put up
with me, I think," Mrs. Ward said, with
a kindly look at Barbara, who was
pleased.
"0, I should think so," said Mrs.
A ane, looking sharply from one to the
other. "You don't either of you have
many grievances, 1 imagine. Sit right
there, Hilda!" she exclaimed as the
girl Barbara had met on Sunday came
into the room. "You remember Mrs.
\\ ard and Miss Clark, Hilda? We met
them last Sunday."
Hilda sat down awkwardly in the
seat indicated by Mrs. Vane, and there
was a moment of embarrassed silence.
Hilda was dressed togo out, and Bar
bara could not help wondering how far
the girl understood what the meeting
was about. She began to feel a little
angry at Mrs. Vane, without knowing
just why, when that good woman very
frankly cut across the lots of all pre
liminaries by saying: "Now, then,
Hilda, you know well enough what I
asked you to come in for. We want to
make a beginning of some sort of help
ing the girls who are out at service re
alize what their work means, and what
they are worth to a family, and all
that."
Hilda looked embarrassed and said
nothing. Barbara came to the rescue.
"Don't you think the first thing we
need to do is to settle on some really
simple plan by which we can reach ail
the girls and let them know what we
propose to do?"
"You never can do it," Mrs. Ward
spoke with some emphasis. "It has
been tried before by Airs. Kice and one
or two others. The fact is, the girls do
not care to meet together for any such
purpose."
"Mrs. Ward is right and wrong
both," Mrs. Vane said. "I'm not going
to discourage you, but you have set out
011 as hard a task as ever a lady under
took. The very people you want to
help are the very ones who don't want
you bothering around."
"Then perhaps we had better start j
with the housekeepers first," replied
Barbara, feeling conscious of the big
"ARTHUR, THIS IS MISS CLARK."
ness and badness of the dragon as
never before. "If you and Mrs. Ward
and three or four more could—"
"But we have no plan," Mrs. Ward
spoke up rather quickly. "You will
simply find that the women of Craw
ford face thj question without any
ideas about it. We all agree that with
rare exceptions the help we generally
get. is" incompetent and unsatisfactory
and not to be depended on for any
length of time. And that's about all
we're agreed upon."
Mrs. Vane looked sharply at Bar
bara *nd then at Hilda.
"Hilda," she said, sharply, but at the
same time not unkindly, "tell us what
you think. What's the matter with all
you girls? What's the reason you
aren't all full-grown angels like us
housekeepers?"
Barbara could not help smiling, al
though she had been sitting so far
with a growing feeling of discourage
ment. As for Hilda, she had evidently
been long enough with Airs. Vane to
be used to her queer ways, and was
not disturbed by her eccentricities.
She shuffled her feet uneasily on the
carpet, and dug the point of a very
bright red parasol into a corner of a
rug.
"I don't know, Mrs. Vane," she final
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 19. 1901.
ly said, slowly. "I have no complaint
to make."
"No, but I have. Now you know,
Hilda, you didn't half do your work
rig-lit this morning; and, if I hadn't
come out into the kitchen, the pud
ding' Mr. Vane likes would have beea
burned to a crisp. Wouldn't it?"
"Yes, ma'am," Hilda answered, her
face rivaling' in color her parasol.
"And yet you had the clock there
before you as plain as day. What were
you thinking of?"
"I can't always be thinking of a
pudding!" Hilda replied, with more
spirit than Barbara had yet seen in
her.
"There, my child," Mrs. Vane said,
gently, without a particle of impa
tience or ill nature, "I don't blame you
much. I have let puddings burn, my
self, when I was «* bride beginning
housekeeping for Mr. Vane. We must
make allowances for human nature
that can't always be thinking of pud
dings."
"At the same time," said Mrs. Ward,
with a trace of impatience in her tone,
"somebody must think of puddings
while they are baking. We can't be
excusing human nature all the time
for carelessness and lack of attention
to the details of service. I think one
great cause of all the trouble we meet
in the whole problem is the lack of re
sponsibility our servants take upon
themselves. Out of a dozen girls that
have been in my house within the last
three years, not more than two or
three could be trusted to wash my
dishes properly. What can a woman
do when after repeated instructions
and admonitions lier girls persist in
using dirty dishwater and putting
things away on the shelves only half
wiped? We can't always be excusing
tliem on account of human nature.
It may sound absurd, but I have gone
to bed downright sick many a time
because my girl would persist in put
ting dirty dishes back into the pan
try." And poor Mrs. Ward heaved a
sigh as she looked at Mrs. Vane, who
sat erect and sharp-eyed before her.
"That's it!" she said, sharply. ".Re
sponsibility! That's the word. But
how get responsibility into a class of
people who have no common bond of
sympathy or duty? No esprit de
corps? The responsibility must grow
out of a sense of dignity that belongs
to the service. As long as the service
is regarded by those who perform it
as menial and degrading, the only
thing we can expect is shiftlessness
and all lack of responsibility."
"Responsibility generally goes with
a sense of ownership," suggested Bar
bara. "IJut I don't see how anything
like ownership can be grafted upon a
servant girl's work. Now I wouldn't
dare leave dishes dirtj', because of my
mother's training, no matter whose
dishes they were. But 1 can easily see
it is not very strange for a girl to
slight any work in which she does not
feel any ownership."
"There's another thin#," Mrs. Vane
said. "I've told Mrs. Ward so several
times. She has always had a good deal
of company and live iti the family any
way a good deal of the time. She
ought not to expect to get along with
just one girl. At the close of a big
supper it is almost half-past seven.
The quickest girl can't wash up all
the dishes properly in less than half
an hour. If she wants togo out some
where in the evening, what is more
natural than for her to do the work
in a hurry? She has been at work all
day since half-past six. She works
longer hours and for less pay than
young men in stores get for clerk
service that is not so important by
half as the housework for a family.
Now I'll warrant that Mr. Ward pays
some of his clerks down-town three
ttmes what he pays the girl at Rome
for almost twice the hours of labor.
Wouldn't it be better and cheaper in
the long run, Mrs. Ward, to hire two
persons to do your work, at least for a
part of the time? I'm inclined to
think a good many of us expect too
much of one girl. We work them too
many hours. And we ought to remem
ber that for most of the time the work
really is what must be called drudg
ery."
"One girl in the house almost kills
me. Two would complete the busi
ness, I am sure," said Mrs. Ward, smil
ing at Barbara. "Some of what you
say is very true. But I am sure Mr.
Ward would never think of giving as
much for the work in the home as he
gives for clerk work in the store."
"And why not, if the service per
formed is as severe and, more than
that, as important to your peace and
comfort, and his own as well when he
gets home? I know a good many
farmers who think nothing of paying
out several hundred dollars every year
on improved machinery to lighten
their own labor on the farm. But they
think their wives are crazy if they ask
for an Improved washing machine that
costs $25 or a few kitchen utensils of
the latest style to save labor. That's
one reason so many farmers' wives
are crazy over in Crawford county
asylum. Men expect to pay a good
price for competent service in their
business. Why should they expect to
get competent servants in the house
for the price generally offered?"
"I don't think it's the price that
keeps competent girls away from
housework, Mrs. Vane," remarked
Barbara. "I have figured it out that
even on four dollars a week at Mr-?.
Ward's I can save more than I coulc!
possibly save if I worked for Bond
man at five or even six, paying- out of
that for board, lodging and washing.
If the price paid for competent serv
ants was raised in Crawford to ten
dollars a week, I doubt if the girls
now in the stores and factories would
leave their positions to enter house
service."
"I believe they would, a good many
of them, anyway;" Mrs. Vane re
plied with vigor. "You can get al
most anything if you pay for it."
"But we must remember, Mrs. Vane,
that the great majority of families
in Crawford cannot afford to pay
such prices for househelp. You have
no idea how much trouble I am in for
paying mv girls four or four ani a
half a week. My neighbors who say
they cannot afford that much tell me
tneir girls become dissatisfied when
they leirn what we pay, and very
</ten leave because I pay my girls
more than other housekeepers."
"The whole question has as many
sides to it as a ball!" ejaculated Mrs.
Vane, rubbing her nose vigorously.
"I think I shall finally go back to
the old primitive way of doing my
own work, living on two meals a day
and washing the dishes once. You
needn't stay any longer, Hilda, if
you want to go."
[To Be Continued.l
TALE OF A MANILA BEAN.
A Trnvfllnu A*ent Win Afraid to
Truat H I'rofnalnnal Florin
with It.
Quite an excitement has been cre
ated in Kcnsing by so small a matter
as a bean, says the Philadelphia Rec
ord. The bean was brought from Ma
nila two years ago by a traveling
agent for a large manufactory, who
had seen a tree covered with beauti
ful flowers and beans while traveling
in Luzon, and had secured one of the
pods. Fearing that if he confided it
to a professional florist, he would lose
the honor of introducing a new flower
to Philadelphia, he turned over the
j bean to a Kensington woman, agree
ing to pay one dollar a month for its
i care and culture until it produced
| flowers. The bean has been two
1 years growing, but is not yet over
I two inches in height. Local botan
| ists say it is not a bean, but a date
seed, which has been planted in mis
| take. The owner, who paid sl2 for
one year's board for the bean, thinks
the caretaker should now keep it for
company, but she says she has had
three door bells worn out by curious
visitors. Recently the owner dug the
plant up to see what the root looked
like, and found that while there were
only three inches of stem and leaves,
a large IG-inch pot was filled with
fibrous roots. He thought it would be
a good plan to clip the roots, since
which time the Manila bean has been
but a little faded flower. The care
taker asserts that in two years she
has served the bean with 1,400 gal
lons of water and taken 20,000 steps
in carrying i* around the house, to
give it the full benefit of sunshine.
It was as much trouble and care as
a baby, only it did not cry at night.
On Second Thought.
"I will," she exclaimed; "I will not
live with you another day!"
"You'll leave me, will you?" he
calmly asked.
"Yes, I will."
"When?"
"Now—right off—-this minute."
"You'll go away?"
"Yes, sir."
"I wouldn't if I were you."
"But I will. I defy you to prevent
me. I have suffered at your hands as
loyg as I can put up with you."
"Oh, I shan't try to stop you," he
quietly replied. "I'll simply report to
the police that my wife has mysteri
ously disappeared. They'll want your
description and I will give it. You
year No. 5 shoes, you have an extra
large mouth, you walk stiff in j-our
knees, your nose turns up at the end,
eyes rather on the squint, voice
like a—"
"Wretch! You wouldn't dare do
that!" she screamed.
"I certainly will, and the descrip
tion will go in all the newspapers."
They glared at each other a mo
ment in silence. Then it was plain
to be seen that she had changed her
mind.—Washington Star.
Tlte Phantom Ship.
While the captain of an English
steamer was standing on the bridge
of his vessel as it passed down the
English channel, a thick fog came on
and he began to sound the fog-horn.
To his dismay, after he had sounded
the signal, he heard the "800-o-o" of
the horn repeated directly ahead of
him.
He turned his ship's head sharply
to the right to avoid a collision and
sounded another warning. Again the
"lioo-o-o" was returned. The vessel
was put back on its former track and
the fog-horn sounded, with the same
result.
"I could not make it out," said the
captain, in narrating the story, "and
a strange feeling of superstitious awe
began to creep over me. Just as I
was giving myself one last pull to
gether the lookout man called:
"'lt's the old coo, sir!'
"And so it was—the cow kept in
the forecastle for the use of the
ship. Undoubtedly she took the
sound of the fog-horn for the cry of
a companion in distress, and gave a
sympathetic response." Y'outh's
Companion.
Disciplined Ilia Mule.
A mule in a pack train which was
usually loaded with salt discovered
that by lying down when fording a
certain stream and allowing the salt
to dissolve he could .igLten his bur
den. The muleteer once loaded him
with sponges instead, which absorbed
water when he lay down in the
stream and made his burden four
fold heavier. The mule was cured of
his smartness. —Chicago Journal.
AVlif n* Solomon.
Two ladies contended for prece
dence in the court of Charles the
Fifth. They appealed to the mon
arch, who, like Solomon, awarded:
"Let the eldest go first." Such a dis
pute was never known afterward.—
Sau Francisco Argonaut.
The Cauxe.
Circus Manager—What's all the row
in the dressing-room?
Attendant —Oh, the man who walk*
barefoot on swords ran a splinter iu
his foot —Ohio State Journal.
ASSASSIN IN SWEAT BOX.
CiloljoM Continues to IHny Tbnl lie
Had A<-coni|»ll<-ea Pollen or .tlany
Cltiea Hounding I i» Auiirchlata,
f.uffalo, N. \Sept. 10, —Czolgosz
went through another long examina
tion yesterday at the hands of the po
lice officials, but emerged from it
without having added anything to the
case. The chief effort of the detec
tives was to draw from the prisoner
nome admission ns to his accomplices,
but he stuck to his denial that he was
not assisted in any way in the com
mission of his crime. Every police
device was resorted to to obtain the
admission, but the prisoner re
tained his position and could not be
shaken.
The police have about concluded
that more effective work on the plot
theory can be done on the outside,
although Czolgosz probably will have
another experience with the third de
gree of police craft. The general in
vestigation of the case progresses
slowly because the men on it must
cover a large amount of preliminary
ground before they do effective work.
Czolgosz is still kept secluded and
the detectives are the only ones who
have access to him. He is strong
and healthy and eats with a will.
Knowledge of the condition of the
president is kept from him. He knew
on Friday night that the president was
still alive, but has been given no in
formation since them.
Not once since his confinement has
he asked as to the fate of his victim.
Silver City, X. M., Sept. 10.—Antonio
Maggio, the musician and alleged an
archist, who is said to have predict
ed the assassination of President
McKinley before October, 1901, was
arrested at San Rita, a mining camp
near Silver City, .Monday afternoon,
by United States Marshal Foraker,
on instructions from Washington.
EMMA GOLDMAN.
Chicago, Sept. lo.—Chief O'Neill an
nounces that Emma Goldman is un
der surveillance not far from Chicago
although not in this city. iHe inti
mates that she will be arrested soon.
United States secret service officers
in Chicago having come to the conclu
sion that the attempted assassination
of President McKinley was the re
sult of a plot arranged in this city,
have telegraphed Chief Wilkie, of the
secret service, who is now in Buffalo,
asking him to send Czolgosz's coat to
Chicago. The officers believe the mark
on the assassin's coat will prove that
it was made by a tailor who lived
very near the house of Abraham
Isaak, one of tne anarchists now be
ing held on a charge of conspiracy,
i ais fact once determined, the officers
say, it will be a matter of only a few
hours to ascertain exactly where Czol
gosz lived in Ohieago, the names of
those with whom he associated while
here, and the length of tima he re
mained in the city.
Pittsburg, Sept. 10.—Carl Xold and
Ilarry Gordon, well known Pittsburg
anarchists and intimate friends of
Emma Goldman, were arrested Mon
day afternoon.
Chicago, Sept. 11. —Emma Goldman,
the "Anarchist Queen," under whose
red banner Leon czolgosz claims he
stands, whose words he claims tired
his heart and his brain to attempt the
assassination of the president, was
arrested here shortly before noon
yesterday.
She disclaimed all but the slightest
acquaintance with the president's
assailant; she denied absolutely that
she or any anarchist she knew was
implicated in any plot to kill the
president. She said she believed
Czolgosz acted entirely on his own
responsibility, and that he never
claimed to be inspired by her, as he
is quoted as affirming.
The president, she averred, with a
yawn, was an insignificant being to
ner—a mere human atom whose life
or death were matters of supreme in
difference to her, or to any anarchist.
A Doubly Fatal Wreck.
Wheeling, W. Va., Sept. 10.—One
railroad employe was killed, one was
fatally injured and half a dozen pas
sengers were cut by broken glass in
a wreck Monday on the Baltimore &
Ohio railroad at Burton tunnel, of t.he
through express. There were six
coaches on the train, loaded with ex
cursionists bound fbr Cleveland to at
tend the (i. A. K. encampment. A
broken flange derailed the engine and
the three cars including the baggage.
The wreck took fir* and all three cars
were destroyed, trge.her with their
contents.
CANCER IS CURABLE.
German Scientist Says Disease la
Caused by Parasites.
Tln-lr It<-iil Noturc mxl .Method ot
I'roiiUKatlnh Has Junt Hern nia
cin f re<l l>y I'rof. Sehueller,
ot licrlin.
The death of Dowager Empress
Frederick of Germany, who, as is
now an open secret, succumbed to
that most dreadful of diseases, can
cer, calls attention to what is being
done these days to conquer this
scourge.
There is no doubt that cancer can
now be healed in its incipient stage,
and Prof. .Max Sehueller, D. 1)., the
Berlin specialist, claims to be able
to cure the disease even when it has
assumed its most malignant form.
Next to tuberculosis, cancer is, dur
ing the past decades, the most rap
idly increasing disease on record.
I'rof. Czerny, who presided at the re
cent surgical congress in Berlin, cal
culates the number of sufferer*
from cancer in Germany alone to out
number 50,000, and it was shown at
the congress t hat cancer was greatly
on the increase in both hemispheres,
and also that science was blamed be
cause of the inability to trace the
cause of cancer.
The peculiar formations vliich
have formed in certain cells and tis
sues of the human body, which with
relative rapidity increase until
they induce death, have puzzled the
medical world. They are called erro
neously cancer bacilli by the laity,
appear in the shape of capsules,
which hide the real parasites. Prof.
Sehueller has at last discovered the
real nature of these parasites. He
finds that they are environed by a
slimy substance from which thread
like prolongations in a vibratory
movement pierce through the pores
of either flesh or bone, thus executing
their destructive work. It seems
tuat the parasite prefers a lean, dry
skin to a smooth, fatty one, which
accounts for the fact that most of
the victims of cancer are of mature
PROF. MAX SCHUELLER.
(Berlin Surgeon Who Has Discovered the
Cancer Parasites.)
age. That the disease is contagious
has also been demonstrated.
It is believed that if I'rof. Schuel
ler's discovery had been made, say, ten
years ago the lives of both the
parents of Kaiser Willielm and of his
uncle the duke of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha
could have been much prolonged. The
fact aione that Dr. Sehueller has dis
covered these parasites is of the great
est importance to medical science
and humanity.
Dr. Max Schueiler is the son of a
Lutheran pastor. He is about 57
years old and his career as a surgeon
is replete with brilliant feats which
have given him an enviable reputa
tion in Europe. About 20 years ago
he came to America at the call of an
eastern medical college, but heimvveh
made him return to the fatherland.
He has written voluminously both in
German and English on the subject
of cancerous diseases.
The experiments of the past few
months have opened up possibilities
which seem exceedingly hopeful. IJe
cently at the Middlesex hospital in
England a terrible case of cancer of
the breast in an elderly woman was
submitted to the X-rays. In the
treatment, extending over many
weeks, there was a very marked im
provement.
The X-rays for cancer have also
been tried in America with similar
satisfactory results. Within the next
few months the treatment will prob
ably be extended to many cases. If
the outcome is equally good we will at
least have hopes of successfully meet
ing this rapidly growing and hideously
torturing affliction.
Ten years :.?o consumption of the
lungs was regarded as practically in
curable. The patient was coddled,
kept from all exposure, and the ques
tions for his doctor were how long he
could prevent the end coming and how
painless dying could be made. All this
already belongs to past history. It is
now recognized that consumption is a
definite infective disease, due to germs
in the lungs. The lines of treatment
to-day are two-fold. On the one hand
many endeavors are made to preveYit
the spread of infective matter, while
the patient himself is treated by ex
posure to open air and by excessive
feeding.
Thin HOMPHIIOP Wmu I Larky.
A horseshoe was found in the ro;id
by a farmer in Elk Creek, N. Y. It
was peculiar in shape, beir.g very
heavy and rud?lv made, as if by an
unskilled hand. The farmer was nail
ing it on his barn for luck, when it
dropped and put a hump on his nose.
His wife laughed at his discomfiture,
ind he threw a hammer at lier. Now
they don't speak and the lucky hcr.se*
•hoe is not yet nailed up.