iPnXiSSeHHl tjSW rVWWi tasat THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH PAGES 17 TO ?0. THIRD PART. Pm-SBTJG-, SUNDAY, MAY 17, 1891 THE HMCOF TIE, Carpenter Finds Somo Octo- vgenarians Vlio Don't Know "What It Means. TWO SAGES OF THE SENATE Objector Iloluian Approves Cold Water, but Objects to Tobacco. TAUX TAKES WHISKY STRAIGHT. Story of Two Brothers Which Trohahlj Troves Nothing at All. PEILOSOrM OF haryey WATTERSON tCOItEESrOXDEXCE OP TOE DISPATCH. WAsniKGTOir, Miry 1G. The oldest Statesmen in the country arc the jolliest. A man who is 70 can afford to be witty, and he who has lived to be 80, and still feels well, ought to laugh and be merry all day long. Sena tor Justin Morrill is wx nnw ki ana ne can tWVncackle a laugh with wmiff the Tisor of a MKnflf ov whose voice is V changing. He was born in 1H1U, Began life as a merchant, Judtn &. JHomlL then turned tanner, and finally graduated as a statesman. He hangs to his seat in the Senate like grim Death For 35 years he has been in public life and his Congres sional career is more than a generation. Still, at 80 he is tall, well-formed find fine looking, and though his shoulders ere a little bent with age, his eyes are bright and his brain still works. He is much averse to interviewing and the gist of my converuation with him was that he felt as young as he used to be, and that he by so means considered himself an old man. Too Young to Give an Opinion. "Come round," said he, "about six years from now and I will feel myself fitted to give you an opinion on longevity. At pres ent I am one of the young men of the day, and I do not feel that my appearances jus tify me in giving advice to the other boys." Prom Senator Morril's I went to the house of Senator Evarts, and I found here another spry statesman of three-score years and ten who decidedly objected to being called old. Said 3Ir. Evarts, as he walked with dignified tread into the library: "I really do not feel fitted to express an opin ion upon the secrets of longevity, and you should call upon Mr. Morrill for'such an ex pression. He has lived a number of years more than I, and should be considered the Bate of the Senate." "But, Senator, said I, "you have lived three-score years and ten. arid I would like to get the advice of such hardworking young old men as you are, for the youth or to-day as to how they may lengthen their days." . Bvarts Cracks a Joke. "Well," replied the senior Senator from New York, as a smile crept up over his lips and 6trctched itself down to his shirt collar and gradual'y traveled up to his t inkling eve, "The only way I know for youug men to lengthen their days is to steal some hours from the nigh " I languid, and the Senator went 'on to say that heconsidered his health due largely to a goou constitution and a moderate de gree of prudence in his living, added to good luck. He then turned the conver sation to the doings of Congrc-s, and though he talked delightfully about the Senate and its possibilities, he would say nothing about longevitv As I left, I said, "Sc ator, I am much ' obliged for th in formation regarding lesislatvu, but I ViSV Wm. JT Eimis. would liat e preferred one of your 400-word sentences on ol I ace. Judge AT. S. Holinan ranks with Charley O'Neill as ihe fathe: of the House. He is cbout 70 Years old, but his blood is full of iron, his hair !. dark, and his eyes sparkle with the fire of objection whenever an ap propriation bill comes before the House. He is in perfect physical and mental health, walks occasionally "from the White House to the Capitol, and lias as much t igor as any statesman of 30 Iii speaking of him self to me la.-t night, lie said: . Hon Holman Knows He Is Old. "I feel as young as I have ever felt, and the only Mgu that -I am old is in the fact that 1" find myself looking backward and comparing the" present with the past. I keep up with tne times, enjoyfthc association of young men mid work just as long and as hard now as I have at any period of my life. Ibelicte in lu-d work, and I believe that more men arc lulled by shrinking than by overwork. I think with temperance in eat ing and drinking, that the average man is benefitted by woiking a large number of the Lours out c: the 2i I make it a rule to get about seven hours sleep every night, and I go to Jyd when I gt sleepy. My retiring time is usually 11, though 1 often sit up as late as 2 or 3. 1 tl-en sleep as long as I can. My average is from six to seven hours. 'I am a great believer in the efficacy of cold water, and for 25 years of my life I t&ok a cold bath ccry morning. At this time I found that whenever I was forced to omit niy bath through tracl or other con ditions, I lost my mental and physical vigor during the day, and felt uncomfort able. At present I bathe three or four times a week." As to XXercIse and Vacations. "I am, you know," continued Judge Hol man, "a tanner, and when I am home in j milium j. iase a goou deal of exercise on horseback. Here my chief exercise is in walking in tne open i air. 1 believe tnat even- man should aret out into the country or away from his busi ness at a certain time Hiirinf the vcar. nnd I rvft fliinlr T linvi liepn Y'.' Z. , , x benentea ny my sum S mer vacations on my vj ii farm. The same is s true oi tne rest taKen at the average water- ins place, and I re- ' member a visit which I paid to Saratoga sihout tpn vears nsro. I TT. & ITolman. bad been at Niagara with mv wife and daughter, and we ran down to Saratoga to look at the place and to spend a few days there. ".Right near the depot I found the United States Hotel, and I put up there because I thought it would be cheap. I found, how- MR?" L &&& $ i,J WT- J-SM H I. ife,. .. 1 T2 "it ' mtfW'A vhrnisa ever, that I was mistaken, and that I was in one of the most fashionable places of the city. I found among the guests many peo ple whom I knew, and among others Bobcrt Garrett, the President of jthe Baltimore and Ohio road. He asked me how long I was going to stay, and I told him I was only going to be there over night and I had just come to see the place. He replied that I should spend a month there every year, and that he considered his vacations at Saratoga the secret of his vigor in his old age. He pointed out the score of old men whom I knew in the parlors, saying that they all thought as Tie did about the life-giving properties of the Springs, and he advised me to try them." About Tobaceo and Slarriage. "What do you think of the use of tobacco as regards health?" I asked. "I believe that tobacco is injurious," re plied Judge Holman. "I have chewed the weed ever since I was a boy and I am an inveterate user of it to-day. I think it has injured my health and I think I would be better without it I am not a teetotaler and I am not sure whether the use of wines and liquors in moderation is good. I used to think that the Catawba wines were good for health, but I doubt this now." ' "Do you think marriage conduces to long life?" "I do," replied Judge Holman. "I was married at 19 and my wife was 17, and I will celebrate my golden wedding in a year or so. I would advise the young man who wishes to live long to marry young, and I would urge him to be temperate" and to keep himself as free as possible from worry. When I get worried, I go to work, and I find that this generally cures me." Richard Vaux and Bis bold Baths. One of the youngest old men in Washing ton is Bfeprcsentative Vaux, of Pennsyl vania. He dresses, and acts like the old time gentleman, and he wears the same style of pumps now as he had ou when he danced before Queen Victoria nearly two generations ago. At 74 he is one of the most industrious men in public life, and he looks upon himself as being in his mental and physical prime. Said he to me last night: "A man ought to begin to ripen at 65, and his prime of physicial and mental condition should be between 65 and 73. I am 74 and I have never felt stronger in mind or body than I do now." "That is a new idea, "Mr. Vaux," said L "The prime of most men seems to be be tween 50 and CO, and 1 would like to know to what you ascribe your remarkable work ing powers and health at a time of life when many men are feeble?" "I suppose," said he, "it is due largely to constitution and in a minor degree to ray habits. I am regular as to my eating, drinking and sleeping. I sleep eight hours every night, and I go to bed at 9 and get up at 5. I have a cold bath ready for me, and I jump into my tub as soon as I get out of bed. I then rub myself dry, dress and take a walk of from one to five miles and am back at the hotel in time for breakfast His Whisky and Bible Straight. "Just now I start out for my walk before daylight, and I find that this morning walk is enougn to Keep my body in good con dition. As to my eating, I do not take a great deal of food and I eat everything that I like. As to drinking, I believe that whiskv is the basis of all p-onri I liquors, audi confine myselt to it. I take it straight and like it. I have always been a smoker and do not see that it has hurt me, and I con sume on the average Richard Tina. about 20 cigars a day. I spend seven months of the year in the country and fivo in the city. I don't worry to any great extent. I am a Trini tarian Christian, and I believe every word that is between the lids of the Bible. I be lieve it to be the word of God Almighty, and I don't think it isn't true Just because I cannot understand it." "I don't think yo can lay out any rule of life w Inch will produce longevity. What is one man's drink is another man's poison, and we inherit our bodies and souls from our ancestors. The best looking man may have the seed of disease lurkine within the finest physique, and a sickness like that of the grip, something which cannot be seen, will take him oft like a flash. Two Aged and Remarkable Brothers. "I heard a most curious incident related concerning a trial in the Superior Court at Philadelphia about SO years ago. Two old men were among the "witnesses. The hair of both was as white as snow, but their skins were clear, their eyes were bright, and their steps steady, the Judge on the bench, who was a student of longevity, asked the first of these how old he was. lie replied that he was 89. He then asked him as to his habits, and the old man replied that he had been a smoker all his life and that he liad never gone to bed sober when he had enough money to become intoxicated. He said he was in good physical condition and that he knew ho reason'for his long life. The second witness then took the stand, and the Judge, in the course of the examination, put the same questions to him. He replied that he was just two years vounger than the other witness, who was his "brother, but that he had never used tobacco in any form and had never touched a drop of liquor in his life. "Now here were two men, the offsprings of the same father and mother, who had both lived to this age under such totally different conditions. It might be that the drinking and smoking would have killed the younger man. The coincidence proves nothing and goes to show that, after all, old age is more a matter of constitution than of habit." "Noted Expressions Trom Noted Men. During the past few months I ha e re ccn ed a number of letters on longevity from some of the bright old men away from Wash ington. I can only gh e some of the more brief rcnlies in this letter. My first is from GeneraT Jubal A. Early. -He is now 74 years old, but he savshe sees no particular reasons for being in tne excellent nealth that he is. My letter from him comes from Lynchburg, Va., and is as follows: "Sin My life has been such a variegated one that I cannot say to what I owe the preservation of my health, unless it he to a naturallV strong constitution. I have no fixed habits of work, exercise, sleep or diet. As to the effect that marriage may have on the length of life I am unable to give any opinion from experience, as I have never ex perimented in that line. You must, there fore, look to some other quarter for the in formation you are seeking. Uespectfullv, " V. A Early."" Another rather unsatisfactory note comes to me from Mr. Porter, who was until a few years ago President of Yale College. He graduated at Yale when Andrew Jackson was President, and he is now past four score. He lias been one of the leading scholars and hardest workers of the country for more than two generations, and now he is as healthy as a child, with the exception that he is unable to write. The following was penned in a cramped hand, and it is mteicsting: A letter From Xoah Torler. "My Deab Sir It will be impossible for me to comply with your request. Although free from the disabilities of old age, I am disabled from using mv jicn with comfort or freedom. I feelhampered-and annoyed by this vexatious limitation, but I am obliged to submit, and I must therefore ask you to accept my excuse, and allow me to subscribe myself, yours truly, "Noah Porter." One of the brightest members of Congress 50 years ago was the Hon. Harvey Watter on, and one of the brightest old young men I have ever met is this same Mr. Harvey JL Watterson to-day. He is thoroughly up with the times,, and is as young in his thoughts and actions to-day as he was when President Harrison's grandfather was in the MBmfkdr ffimm&& ,. " ...aifaaefefc.. ...... . 'k.Xadl -Z White House, and upon my asking him one day as to what he attributed his wonderful good health and good spirits he replied: "Well, one thing that has conduced to my long living is the tact that whenever I have stubbed my toe I have not hurt myself mourning about it, but have gone on, thank ing God that I did not fall down and break my head." "I wrote Mr. Watterson a short time ago and asked him to give me his advice as to longevity. .Here is his reply, under date of Louisville; Never Cries or Swears. "My Deae Sir You are pleased to say that I am the youngest old man you know, and wish to get an expression from me as to the secrets of long life. Thanks to the Great Author of my being, He gave me a sound, robust .constitution, and a calm, philosophic temper. If any man ever saw me angry it was only for a moment. I have had my disappointments, but I never cried or swore over spilt milk. To this happy faculty I attribute in no small degree my preservation. Men have been known to fret themselves to death. I shall "never die from worry. "Again, I have always been a temperate eater. My opinion is, that among the well born, more men kill themselves eating than drinking. Two of my distinguished and intimate friends died in Washington within the past year, and I shall ever believe that their untimely deaths were produced by overloading their stomachs with indigesti ble food. My advice to young men is tobe temperate in all things, especially in eating and drinking. "My observation and experience have impressed me with the belief that when a mau reaches the age of 60 years, and is still in a good state of preservation the length of his remaining days will depend very much upon himself. He should hear constantly in mind that he can't stand what he did 30 or 40 years ago. I do not believe that the moderate use of liquor, tobacco, tea or coflee affects age. " Harvey M. Watterson." Such are a few of the letters which I have received on this subject. I have others which I will give in my next letter. Frank G. Caupeniek. A WEED GOOD TO EAT. Common Possly Is So "Nice That Ben lo JFevro Cultivated 1U One of the most abundant and most tooth some plants is the homely weed called pussly, says a writer, in the New York JTer ald. As a table vegetable it is not to be despised. The succulent stems, with their leaves, are boiled tender and dressed with butter, the same as spinach.. The French market gardeners cultivate it regularly and have different varieties. The young plants are used as a salad and are very good when served with a bacon dressing and one or two hard-boiled eggs, chopped fine nnd sprinkled over the salad. Pussly flowers are some times called wax pinks. When the plant is full grown the thick, fleshy stems are stripped of their leaves, tied into bunches and served as asparagus. The leaves are cooked as spinach and by many are consid ered superior to that vegetable. A story is told of Benjamin LeFevre in connection with pussly. At his Ohio home the genial cx-Congresman had a vegetable garden, which the more he cultivated the more luxuriantly grew pussly. He finally gave up the attempt at gardening and per mitted the pussly to monopoliza the prem ises. He was one da bemoaning his ill luck at trying to raise vegetables from Gov ernment seeds, and was roundly accusing the Agricultural Department of putting up packages of pussly seeds instead of beet seeds, when a friend informed him that as an article of food the pussly was more valu able than the beet. Whereupon the dis tinguished gardener telegraphed to his head man to weed out the beets and cultivate the pussly. The order was carried out, much to the surprise of the man of all work, who had never before hean",' of any one eating pussly. " HOW TO COJOIIT SUICIDE. J& Physician Tells How to Cut a Throat and Take the Bullet Route, It is a peculiar fact, but yet an undoubted one, that not on man in 10 who attempts to commit suicide by cutting the throat has the least idea of.how it should be done, says Dr. S. L. Smith in the St. Louis Globe-Democrat. There are more failures of attempts made in this way than in any other. The usual mode of procedure is to throw the head back, and draw a razor across the throat just below the chin. The result is very seldom fatal and always exceedingly painful. The windpipe is likely to be partially severed, causing spasmodic gasping for breath, and there is a very extensive hemorrhage, but no important vein or artery is cut. The act of throwing back the head causes them to recede and escape the knife. The proper wav to cut the throat is to lower the chin, and draw the razor across the side of the throat just below and a little forward of the point of the jaw. Lowering the chin messes the jugular vein forward. and if this is severed death ensues painlessly and in a very few moments. A surgeon can kill himself with absolute certainty in this manner, but if a layman desires to shuffle off, I should advise him to fire a ball of heavy caliber through his brain. The failures to kill that are sometimes heard of are due to the fact that a pistol of too small caliber is used. A 44-caIiber bullet through the brain is ahays instantaneously fatal. CAMELS IN AMERICA. How a Prospector Brought One Down- With HU Trusty IUfle. Ilelena Journal. C. W. Cannon tells a story about a drove of camels that were used here in early days for pack animals. He says they were'im portcd from Asia by the Government for carrying supplies to troops over the plains of Texas, but Were sold -to an enterprising citizen after the Government had done with them, and this man brought them to Helena loaded with provisions,and the grand old shirts of the desert sailed over many a mountain trail carrying goods where wagons could not go. They were taken out to graze in the hills adjoining Helena, and one day Jim McNeil, a well-known character of those days, caught sight of oue of the camels as he was coming in from a-prospecting tour, mistook it for a moose and shot it down with his rifle. The herder was promptly to the rescue and made Jim put up all the collateral he had with him as security for the auimah Each camel was worth about S70, aud in spite of the fact that McNeil did not know Montana had sud denly become a camel country, he-had to pay full price for his big game. The herd was afterward taken to California, Mr. Can non says, aud has thrived and increased there. f TOO) OF A NAPHTHA SPRING. Only When Closed as a Pnblic Nuisance Was Its Value Discovered. In the very center of Sebastopol a naphtha spring was discovered in the following manner: For many years a spring of dirty water ran from thq house of ascertain M. Korotneff and caused the proprietor much trouble. At times the spring would cover the best street in the city, the Nak himovskiy Prospect) with mud. Of late the spring has become a public nuisance, and the city authorities compelled M. Korotneff to build a small reservoir around it and to lead off the muddy sub stauce by sewer pipes. But as soon as this was done it was discovered that the sub stance in the new reservoir was pure naph tha. , Estimates furnished by sample at resi dence on furniture re-upholstery, su Haugu & Ejeenan, 33 Water st A SPIEITEt) DAMSEL Causes Violent Disturbances and Bloodshed in Cinnabar THE WHOLE CAMP FELL IN LOYE And Two Bucks Shot Holes Into Each Other All to Xo Purpose. SHE SELECTED A HUSBAND HERSELF CWntTTElf FOB THE DISPATCH. mmm A HE "Cactus" was the . name bestowed upon 1 her in Cinnabar. Her I signature, if she had I . written it, would proba- r I Vl l.n.A tiaan TMnllifi U4JT iW! wvw iPrescott, at least such was the declaration of Bosewood Jim. "I sees this yere fe male a year ago in Tomb stone," asserted that ve racious chronicler' "where she cooks at the stage station, an' she gives it out cold she's called Prescott Mollie Prescott an' most likely she knows her name, nn knowed it a year ago." As Bosewood was a historian of known petulance no one cared to challenge, either his facts or his conclusions, so the real name of "The Cactus" was accepted by the Cinna bar jiublic as Prescott. "The Cactus" was a personable lady, comely and round; and her advent into Cin nabar society had caused something of a flutter. Her mission was to cook, and in fulfillment of her destiny she presided over the range at the O. K. hotel. Being pub licly hailed as "The Cactus" seemed in no wise to depress her, and it is possible she even took- a secret glow over an epithet which. was meant by the critical taste that awarded it to illustrate those thorns in her nature which repelled and held in check the amorous male of Cinnabar. "Life behind a deal box is a mighty sight too fantastic," quoth the thoughtful Bose wood, "for a family. It does well enough for single footers, which it don't make much difference with, when a player pulls his sixshooter an' sends 'em shoutin' home to heaven some abrupt. But there ain't no room for a woman with a man who turns cards as a pursoot. Priests an' gamblers ain't got no business with squaws." As time went on the score of lovers who sighed on the daily trail of "The Cactus" dwindled down to two. The rest gave out dispirited. "I'm clean strain enough," said Bill Tutt in apologetic description of his failure to persevere, "but I knows when I've got through. I'll play a game to a finish, but when its down to the turn and my last chip's gone over to the dealer, why I shoves my chair back and quits, an' its about- that away of an' concernhr my love for this yere Cactus girl. I jest can't get her none an' that settles it. I now drors out an 'g s my seat to 6omeone else." The Kitchen Was Her Castle. "That's whatever," said a personage known as Texas Joe, who was an interested listener to the defeated Mr. Tutt, "an you can gamble I'm with you on them views. I loves the 'The Cactus myse'f to a frightful degree, an' thar's times I jest goes about whinin'ibr her; but yere a while back I comes projectin' around her kitchen, an Ding! comes a sKiuet at my neaa an that lets me out. You bet I don t pursoo them explorations round her no more. I don't want to get my rope onto no woman who is that callous as to heave kitchen bric-a-brac at a heart that's pantin' for her. Two lovers still knelt at the shrine of "The Cactus." These were hailed by the men of Cinnabar respectively as Bice Brown and Biley Brooks. A description of one woul4 have been a portrait of the other. They were young and good looking, of the breezy Southwestern type; tanned as 'to face and lithe and limber as blacksnakes as to person. These still held the affections of "The Cactus" in siege and demanded cap itulation. That estimable virgin paid no heed to their court nor the comment of on looking Cinnabar. She' pursued her path TF7io Stent You Ocmlcrin' (her Herd in life even and unmoved. She compounded her daily bread, compiled her daily flap jacks and broiled her daily beefsteak by that simple and ingenious process, popular in the Southwest, of burning it on the grid dles of her range, and all as composedly as though Leander never swam the Hellespont nor Anthony sighed or sung in the ear of Egypt's queen. Still it was possible that "The Cactus" was a shade less thorny in her treatment of Bice Brown and Biley Brooks than of any of the others. Perhaps she was becoming tired out. Be the reason what it may, these twb persisted when the others failed and at last were recognized as rivals. Two Untimely Deaths Predicted. "All I'm afraid of." said old man Arm strong, the head of the local vigilance com mittee, "is' that these yere young, bucks '11 take to pawin' 'round for trouble with each other. As the upshot of sech doin's would roost likely be the stringin' of the survivor by the Cinnabar committee on lariats, these yere nuptials, which now looks some feasi ble; would be clean busted and the camp get a setback jest that much. I wish this yere maiden would tip her hand in this to some discreet gent, so a play could he made in advance to get the wrong man outen the way. Whatever do you think youse'f, Bosewood?" 1 "It's a delicate deal," said that sapient cardist, "to go tamperin' round a young fe male for the secrets of her soul, but I shorely deems it a crisis, an' public interest demands somethin is done. These yere boys is'growin mighty hostile of each other, Avhich I notes last night over in the Gold Mine saloon, where they was paintin' up for war, an onless we all interferes yere, it s my jeugment some of this yere love makin' '11 come off in the smoke. "Thar oughter be- a' act of Congress," said Tutt, the pessimist, "aginldve makinl in the Far West an' the Eastahould He kept ' ,r.fi l$ M 7ihmT "till ' art i lH for sech purposes speshul; same as reserva tions for Injuns. The Western climate's too exyooberant for love makin'. "S'pose me an' you an' Tutt yere goes over to this voun'g 'female, an all polite an' congenial ljke, we ups an' asks her inten tions?" continued Armstrong in an inter rogative way to Bosewood. Bill Tutt Knew His Troper Hay. "Excuse me. uards." said Tutt with sad earnestness, "but I don't think I wants cards in this at all. The Cactus' is a mighty spirited lady, an' you all recalls as how I've been pesterin' some 'round her in the past myse'f, for which reason, with others, she might take my comin' on such .errants derisive an' bang me over the fore'erd with a dipper or some sech objec tionable play. So I reckon I better keep out of this yere embassy a whole lot. I ain't aimin' to -shirk nuthin.', but it'll be a heap more shore to win ff I do." "Tutt ain't onlikely to be plenty right about this," said Bosewood, "an' I reckon, Armstrong, we all better take this trick our selves." The mission was not a success. When the worthy pair of peace preservers appeared in the presence of "The Cactus" and made the inquiries noted, it excited the scorn and ire of that retiring damsel beyond the power of words to describe. "What be you all doin' in my kitchen?" she asked, her young face flushed with rage and noonday cookery. "Who sent you all centerin' over yere to me with these in sultin' questions, anyhow? I demands to know?" "And yere," said Bosewood in relating the exploit in the Gold Mine saloon imme ately after, "she stamps her foot like a buck Clearing the DecU for Action. antelope an' let's fly a stove griddle at us, an' all with a proud, high air, which re minds me a mighty sight of a goddess." At the time it would seem the duo at tempted an apologetic explanation of their Dresence. and made effort to point out to 'The Cactus" the crying public need of some decision on her part. She'd Settle After the Shooting. "You don't want these two young male persons to take to shootin' of each other all up none, do you?" said Armstrong. "I wants you two sots to get outen my kitchen," replied "The Cactus" vigorously, "an I wans you to move some hurried, too. Don't never let me find your moccasin tracks 'round this yere water hole no more or I'll turn in an' mark you up a whole lot." "Yere, you," she continued as they were about taleave something castdown by the conference, "you all can tell that Biley Brooks an' Bice Brown if they're blamed fools enough to go makin' a gun play over me, to make it and make it hard. Tell 'em I can pick .my men out when the smoke blows away.-" "Tutt's -way right about The Cactus bein' some sperited," said Armstrong as the two walked away. "She's shore spirited an' that's a fact," mused Bosewood in assent. The result of the talk with "The Cactus" found its way about in Cinnabar, and in less than an hour bore its hateful fruit. The peaceful qujet of the Gold Mine saloon, which, as a rule, heard no harsher note than the clatter of a stack of chips, was suddenly broken. "You all who ain't interested yere better take to a lower limb." The Shooting Occurred at East. It was the voice of Biley Brooks. The trained instinct of the Cinnabar public at once-fathomed the trouble and proceeded to hide its many heads behind barrels, tables, counter, and any place which promised refuge from the bullets. All but one and thafwas Bice Brown. He knew it meant him the moment Biley Brooks uttered the first syllable, and his pistol came to the front with a brevitv born of long practice. His rival's was already there and so the shooting began. As a result Mr. Brooks received a serious injury whieh crippled his good right arm for many a day, while Mr. Brown was picked up with a wound in the side which even the sentiment of Cinnabar, inured to such things and inclined to optim ism at all times, admitted as dangerous. "Well," said Armstrong, after the duel ists had been cared for at the O. El house, "yere we be again an' nuthin' settled. Yere we has all this shootin' an' all this blood lettin', an, the camp gets all torn up; an' still thar's jest as many of these yere people as before, an' most likely the whole deal to go over again."" "I shore abominates things a snlittin' -even this a wav," said Bosewood, "but Cin- JIUUUl 1UU&V U rti 4bS UU1UCU3 OU1UU U3 UlUCr camps. It can't behe'pednone." Tho Cuctns Xees the Camp. The next day the two duelists were still in bed. A new phase was given the affair when "The Cactus" was observed, clothed in purple'and fine linen, and with two vio lent red roses in her straw hat, to take the stage for Tucson. The management of the O. K. house reported in deference to the ex cited slate of the Cinnabar mind that 'The Cactns" w ould return id a week. "Goin' for her weddin' troosoe most like ly," said Armstrong as he gazed after the stage. "Let's drink to the hope she gets a red dress," said Tutt. "Set 'out all yonr bottles, barkeeper, an' don't let nary man renig. You bet red is mv favorite color." No one seemci to know the intentions of "The Cactus." The shooting had in no wise disturbed her. That may have been her obdurate heart or it may have come from a familiarity with the evanescent tenure of human life bom of long -years on the border. Be that as it may, she experi enced not -the least concern touching the condition of her brace of lovers wounded up stairs, and took the stage without even saying goodby to them or anyone else. So tho Duellists Were left. "An' some fools say women is talkers," said Bosewood in high disgust. Three days later Old Scotty, the stage driver, came in with startling news. "The Cactus" had married a man in Tucson and would bring him to Cinnabar in a week. "When I first hears it," said Old Scotty, with a groan, "an' when" I thinks of them two pore bovs a-layin' in Cinnabar, an' their rights be'in' trifled with in that way, I shore thinks I'll take my Winchester an' go an' stop them rites a whole lot; but pards, the Tucson marshal wouldn't have it. So she nails him an' I hears in a saloon over thar she's been aimin' to marry him before she ever hops into Cinnabar at all. I sees him, afterwards, an' he's a little, measly-lookin' prairie dog an' from his looks he couldn't get a job clerkin' in a store." other case of woman's inhumanity to man. However, if The Cactus' .pas done gone a flntterin from her perch in this yere fash ion jest the same we o.ust prance 'round an' riVc her a high old Jinibon her return. The honor of the camp bein' concerned, of course we whoops it up in style." And they did. XrJLn vuo-n. iff - Sts. ( rx DOGS TO BE SOLDERS. "Whole Regiments Being Trained by tho Great Powers of Europe.' BREEDS SUITED FOE THE WOEK. Brutes That Instantly Attack Men Wear ing an Enemy's Uniform. BRIGHT SENTRIES AND MESSENGERS WHlrTEN FOE THE DISPATCH. Germany, Austria, Eussia and France are now all at work training dogs for war, and should a European outbreak occur a large proportion of the canine tribe would be forced into military service. There is nothing new in using' dogs for war pur poses, for the Greeks and Eomans used dogs as auxiliaries in battles, and the bar barous progenitors of our present stock were first taught to assist their savage own ers in the chase and battles. But thero is something novel and exquisitely modern in the scientific methods of training and drill ing whole regiments of soldier dogs for the purpose of aiding ambitious leaders in pre serving the "equilibrium of power" in Europe. The experiments with balloons and carrier pigeons for war purposes were but the fore runners of ihe present movement to impress dogs into the military service. The natural propensities of the dog make him a willing and 'effective servant in this respect, and he learns his drilling lessons so aptly that his education becomes a matter of pleasure to" the war trainers. If France has no friendly feeling toward Germany a dummy is dressed up in the German regimentals, and the dog is taught to attack it until the intelligent animal has imbred in him a deadly hatred for anyone wearing similar uniform. If Italy or Bussia be the offending nations the property man and trainer simply change the dress of the dummy, and make the dog go through the lessons again. .The Dreed Not Decided Upon. The best dog for this purpose would probably he the bulldog or savage blood hound; but as they have to unite other qual ities besides fighting ones into their make up to prove cflective war dogs, other breeds might come with better recommendations. The right breed ha3 not yet been decided upon by military experts. The Germans use their peculiar, ugly, lumbering blue hounds for this purpose, but the other na tions are experimenting with various other breeds. Setters have been found good for sentinel duty," as also the fox terrier, and the fox hounds have found much favor for their trailing qualities; but crosses with the St. Bernard and the mastiff make splendid all-round "war dogs." Several of the breeds however, are used, each one having a special duty to perform. Those with keen scent are employed for trailing pur poses;.the strong, savage ones are taught to attack sentinels on.post, and to fight in bat tle; the noble St. Bernards are trained to go over the field of battle after the fight, and to rescue the. wounded, while the fleet footed, sly and adroit varieties are used for carrying dispatches. In the German army the dogs of a regi ment number at least a couple of score, all of which are trained for some special duty, and under the supervision of skillful mas ters. They are made a great deal of by the soldiers. Ministering to tho Wounded. One of the interesting features of the dog drills is that which teaches them what to do after a conflict--The-proper duty-of the ward6gsifien is to accompany the search party, and to range over the fields to ascer tain the whereabouts of the wounded and dying, and then to conduct the relief party to them. In the drills sham battles are fought, and then soldiers pretend to be killed or wounded. The dogs are trained to single out the different ones needing assist ance, and to lead the surviving members to their side. For sentinal duty one of the first lessons is to preserve absolute silence, and instead of announcing the approach or an enemy by furious barking to intimate their- discover ies by low, growls, or even by gestures, which some of the highly-bred ones do. The German dogs are taught to distinguish the different uniforms so well that they give the signal of alarm on the approach of anyone clothed in foreign dress. The dog's sense of smell is exquisite, and his hearing is much more delicate than that of man, and sentry dogs are thus particularly useful at night The most difficult part of the training is to make the war'dogs good carriers of mes sages. It is essential that they should be able to carry the dispatches as well by night as by day, and long patient training is re quired for this work. In fact, they do this work better by night than by day, for then no interruption from soldiers or other ob stacles can delay them in their journey. After the dogs have once learned the way between two points they can always travel swiftly between them on the darkest of nights. Fate of Armies on Their Necks. The German war dogs used for messengers have small collars around their necks, and to these strong packet-holders are attached, in which messages can be securely locked. Another use is to carry ammunition to the soldiers in the heat of the battle. Dogs are naturally disinclined to stand, fire, and the chief difficulty to overcome is to make them fearless and careless of the noise around. Experiments have been made which show that as soon a3 their propensity to turn and run when the rifles begin to crack is over come, the work is comparatively easv to train them to run up and down the line, stopping whenever a soldier calls for them, and then returning again to get a fresh sup ply of ammunition. It is the natural vigilance of the dogs whieh makes them desirable for war "purposes, and it is supposed that if each sentinel has his dog no sudden surprise at night would be possible. In a reconnaissance the dogs run on in advance and signal the presence of the enemy, no matter where concealed, and generally when he is at a considerable distance away. Dogs aro to ho used in the advance of an array or legiment to prevent blundering into an ambuscade, and in flank ing support they are likewise required for service. Again, they will be used to bring up tho rear guard to prevent sudden attacks from belling, and, when in camp, they will be regularly stationcu arounu mo outposts to give timely warning of approaching danger. Better Than rigeons nnd Balloons. Another service to which they have been trained by the Germans and Kussiansisto carry messages to the forts and outposts along the frontiers, and so useful aro they In this respect that wholo regiments of trained dogs are Kept in constant practico in times of peace. Many of these frontier posts are unconnected by wires, and the dogs carry communications much faster than horses. In cold wi ather tuty are capable of traveling over ground and through dangers which any other message-bearer could not surmount. A war dog will' swim a river which a man on horseback would And very troublesome. In the same Way In times of tioublo tho war dogs would bo able to carry messages to ditto ent parts of the army where every other method might fail. Tho homing pigeons and balloons aro far more uncertain than tho dogs In delivering mes sages. The former Can ensily be run down D3- licrco falcons and hawks, trained for this purpose, and the latter aro nlways subject to tho wind and weather; but the dogswith their natural intelligence and suporb train ing, could pass through a lonely part of the country, avoiding everybody, anil if neces sary fight for a free passage through a pio- tccteo. picKcc. George E. Wash. FtrBKlTURB packed and shipped, su Hauqh & Keesas, 33 "Water st j8B&&. - &i!&j! ...... j-i&JiJiMsl A FANTASTIC TALE, INTRODUCING HYPNOTIC THEORIES. WTUTTES TOB BY P. MARION CRAWFORD, Author of "Mr. Isaacs," "Dr. Claudius," "A Roman Singer," and Many Other Stories That Have Taken Sank as Standard Literature. CHAPTER XXVL TJnorna drew one deep bveath when she first heard her name fall with a loving- ac cent from the "Wanderaj's lips. Surely the bitterness of despair was past, since she was loved and not called Beatrice. The sigh that came then, was of relief already felt, the forerunner, as she fancied, too, of a hap piness no longer dimmed by shadows of fear and mists of rising remorse. Gazing into his eyes, she seemed to be watching in their reflection a magic change She had been Beatrice to him, TJnorna to herself, but now the transformation was at hand now it was come. For him she loved, and who loved her, she was TJnorna even to the name, in her own thoughts she had taken the dark woman's face. She had risked all upon the chances of one throw ind she had won. So long as he had callsd her by another's name, the bitterness had been as gall mingled in the wine of love. But now, that, too, was gone. She felt that it was complete at last. TUTORSA'fl Her golden head sank peacefully upon his shoulder in the morning light. "You have been long in coming, love," she said, only half cousciously, "but you have come, as I dreamed it is perfect now. There is nothing wanting any more." "It is all full, all real, all perfect," he answered, softly. "And there is to be no more parting, now" "Neither here or afterwards, beloved. "Then this is afterwards. Heaven has nothing more to give. "What is heaven? The meeting of those who love as we have met. I have forgotten what it was to live before jrou came " "For me there is nothing to remember between that day and this." "That day when yon fell ill," TJnorna said "the loneliness, the fear for you" TJnorna scarcely knew that it had not been she who had parted from him so long ago. Yet she was playing -a part, and in the semi-consciousness of her deep self illusion it all seemed as real as a vision in a dream so often dreamed that it has become part of the dreamer's life. Those who fall by "slow degrees under the power of the all destroying opium remember yesterday as being very far, very long past, and recall faint memories of last year as though a century had lived nnd perished since then, seeing confusedly in their own lives the lives of others, and other existences in their own, until identity is almost gone in the endless transmigration of their souls from the shadow in one dream-tale to the wrath of themselves that dreams the next. So, in that hour, TJnorna drifted through the changing scenes that a word had power to call up, scarce able, and wholly unwilling, to distinguish between the real and her imaginary self. "What matter how? What matter where? The very questions which at first she had asked herself came now but faintly as out of an immeasurable distance, and always more faintly still. They died away in her ears, as when, after long wait ing, and false starts, and turnings back and anxious words exchanged, the great race is at last begun, the swift, long limbs, are gathered and stretched and strained, and gathered again, the thunder of flying hoofs is in the air, and the rider, with low hand', and head inclined and eyes bent forward, hears the last anxious words of parting counsel tremble and die in the rush of the wind behind. She had really loved him throughout all those years, she had really nought hip and mourned for him, and longed lor a sight of his face, they had really parted and had really found each other but a short hour since, there -n as ho Beatrice, but TJnorna, and no TJnorna, but Beatrice, for they were one and indivisible and interchangeable a3 the glance of a man's two eyes that look on one lair sight; each sees alone, the same but seeing together the sight grows doubly fair. "And all the sadness, where is it now?" she asked. "And all the emptiness of that longtime? It never was my love it was yesterday we met "We parted yesterday to meet to-day. Sav it was yesterday the lit tle woru can uuuu tccu tui?. "It seems like yesterday," he answered. "Indeed, I can almost think so, now, foi it was all night between. But not quite dark, as night is sometimes. It was a night full of stars-ach star was a thought of you that burned softly and showed me where heacnwas. And darkest night, they say, means coniing morning so when the stars went out I knew the sun must rise." The words fell from her lips naturally. To her it seemed true that she had indeed waited long and hoped and thought of him. . And it was not all false. E er since her childhood she had been told to wait, for her love would come and would come only once. And so it was true, and the dream grew sweeter and the illusion of the enchant ment more enchanting Mill. For it was 'en chantment arid a spell that bound them to gether there among the flowers, the droop ing palms, the graceful tropic plants and tho shadowy leaves. Aud ntill the day roe higher but still tho lamps burned on, fed by the silent, mysterious current that never tires, blending a real light with an unreal. AkiiL'- SwlTCM THE DISPATCH. one, an emblem of TTnorna's self, mixing aud blending, too, with a self not hers. "And the sun has risen, indeed," she added presently. "Am I the sun, dear?" he asked, fore tasting the delight of listening to her sim ple answer. "1'ou are the sun, beloved, and when you shine .my eyes can see nothing else in heaven." "And what are you yourself Beatrice no, Unorna is that th& name you chose?" It is so hard to remember anything when I look at you." "Beatrice-MXnorna anything," came the answer, softly murmuring. "Anything, dear, any name, auy face, any voice, if only I am I, and you are yon, and we two love! Both, neither, anything do the blessed souls in a Paradise know their own names?" "You are right what docs it matter? "Why should you need a name at all, since I have you with me always? It was well once it served me when I prayed for you and it served to tell me that my heart was gold while yon were there, as the gold TISIOS. smith's mark upon his jewel stamps th. pure metal that all men may know it" "You need no sign like that to show me what you are," said she, with a lku glance. "Nor I to tell me you are in my heart," he answered. "It was a foolish speech. "Would you have me wise now?" "If wisdom is love yes. If not ." Bho laughed softly. "Then folly?" "Then folly, madness, anything so that this last, as last it must, or I shall die!" "And why should it not last? Is there any reason, in earth or heaven, why we two should part? Iffhere is I will make that reason itself folly, and madness and unrea son. Dear, do not speak of this not last ing. Die, you sav? worse, far worse; as much as eternal death is worse than bodily dying. Last? Does anyone know what forever means, if we do not? Die we must, in these dying bodies of ours, but part no. Love has burned the cruel sense out of that word, and bleached its blackness white. We wounded the devil, parting, with one kis3, we killed him with the next this buries him ah, love, how sweet ." There was neither resistance nor the thonght of resisting. Their lips met and were withdrawn, only that their eyes might drink again the draught the lips had tasted, long draughts of sweetness and liquid light and love unfathomable. And in the inter val of speech half false, the truth of what was all true welled up from the clear depths and overflowed the laiscness, till it grew falser and more fleeting still as a thing lying deep in a bright water casts up a distprted image on refracted rays. Glance and kis, when two love, are as body and soul, supremely human and trans cendently divine. The look alone, when the-lips cannot meet, is but the disembodied spirit, beautiful even in Its sorrow, sad, despairing, saying "ever," and yet sighing -"never," tasting and knowing all the bitter ness of both. The kiss without the glance? The body without the soul? The mortal thing without the undying thought? Draw down the thick veil and hide the sight, lest devils sicken at it, and lest man should loathe himself for what man can be. Truth or untruth, their love was real, hers as much as his. She remembered only what her heart had been without it. "What her goal might be, -now that it had come, she guessed even then, bnt she would not ask. Was there never a marjyr in old times more humaji than the rest, who turned back, for love perhaps, if not for fear, and said that for love's sake life was still sweet, mid brought a milk-white dove to Aphrodite's altar, or dropped a rose before Demeter's feet? There must have been, for man, is man, and woman woman, aud if in "the next month, or eveq the next, year, or after many years, that yof th or maid took heart to bear a Christian death, was there no forgiveness, no sign of holy cross upon the sandstone in the deep laby rinth of graves, no crotn; no sainthood and no reverent memory ot his name or hers among those of men and women worthier, perhaps, but not more suffering. No one can kill Self. No one can be al together another, save in the passing passion of a moment's acting. I in that syllable lies the whole history of each human life, in that history lies the individuality, in the clear and true conception of that individu ality, dwells such joint foreknowledge of the future as we can have, such vague solu tion as to us is impossible of that vast equa tion in which all quantities are unknown save that alone, that I which we know as wo can know nothing else. "Bury it 1" she said. "Bury that part ingthe thing, the word and the thought bury it with all others of its kind, with change and old age, and stealing indiffer ence, and growing coldness, and all that canker's love bury them all, together,, in one wide, deep grave then build on it the house of what we are " "Change? Indifference? I do not. know those words," the "Wanderer said. "Have they been in your dream, love? They have never been in mine." He spoke tenderly, but with the faintest ' echo of sadness in his voice. The mere sug- -. , - . "! 1 1 J i 3 I I ffffiiWfflrWPHnri mtXiS&L-m
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