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6 moment or two in thinktngSj and then she
raid, wiili simplicity, "I think he was a
Jdohammedan or something last week."
Washington -started downtown now to
brin:r his trunk, for the hospitable Sellerses
would listen to no excuses; their house must
te his home during the session. The Colonel
returned presently and resumed work
virion his plaything. It was finished when
Washington'got hack.
"There it is," said the Colonel, 4all
finished."
"What is it for. Colonel?"
"Oh, it's jest a trifle. Toy to amuse the
children."
"Washington examined it.
"It seems to be a puzzle."
"Yes, that's what it is. I call it Pigs in
the Clover. Put them in see if you can
put them in the pen."
After many failures "Washington suc
ceeded, and was as pleased as a child.
"It's wonderfully ingenious, Colonel; it's
ever so clever. And interesting why, I
could play with it all day. "What are you
going to do with it?"
"Oh, nothing. Patent it and throw it
nside."
"Don't you do anything of the kind.
There's money in that thing."
A compassionate look traveled over the
Colonel's countenance, and he said:
"Money yes; pin money; a couple of
hundred thousand, perhaps. Iot more."
"Washington's eyes blazed.
"A couple of hundred thousand dollars?
Do yoa cali that pin monev?"
The Colonel rose and tip-toed his way
ccross the room, clcsed a door that was
rlightly ajar, tip-toed his way to his seat
fcgain and said, under his breath
"You can keep a secret?"
Washington nodded his affirmative, he
wes too awed to speak.
"You have heard of materialization
materialization of departed Fpirits?"
Washington had heard of it.
"And probably didn't believe in it; and
quite right, too. The thing as practiced by
Ignorant charlatans is unworthy of atten
tion or respect where there's a dim light
end a dark cabinet, and a parcel of senti
mental gulls gathered together, with their
faith and their shudders and their tears all
ready, and one and the same fatty degenera
tiono: protoplasm and humbug comes out
end materialize" himself into anybody vou
want, crandmother, crandchild. brother-
in-law, "Witch of Er.dor, John Milton,
Biaraese t ins, Peter the Great and all such
frantic nonsense no, that is all foolish and
pitiful. But when a man that is competent
brings the vast powers of science to bear,
it's a different matter, a totally different
matter, you see. The specter that answers
that call lias come to stay. Do you note the
commercial value of that detail?"
"When, I the the truth is, that I don't
quite know that I do. Do you mean that
such, being permanent, not transitory,
would gie more general satisfaction, and
ro enhance the price of tickets to the
flics' "
"Show? Polly listen to me; and get a
good grip on vnnr breath, for you are going
to need it. "Within three days I shall have
completed my method, and then let the
world stand aghast, for it shall see marvels.
"Washington, within three days ten at the
outside yon shall see me call the dead of
my century, and they will arise and walk?
thev shall walk forever, and never die
again. Walk, with all the muscle aad
tpring of their pristine vigor."
"Colonel! Indeed it does take one's
breath away."
"Xow do ycu sec the money that's in it?"
"I'm well, I'm not really sure that I
da"
"Great Scott, look here. I shall have a
monopoly; they'll all belong to me, won't
thev? Two thousand policemen in the city
of Isew York "Wages. 5-1 a day. I'll re
place them with dead ones at half the
money."
"Oh, prodiglors! I never thought of
that. F-o-u-r thousand dollars a day. Ifow
I do becin to see! But will dead policemen
cas wer?"
"Haven't thev up to this time?"
"Well, if yon put it that way "
"Put it in'any way you want to. Modify
it to suit yourelf, and my lads sbill still
"be superior. Thev won't eat, they won't
drink don't need those things; they won't
wink for cash at gambling dens and un
licensed rum holes; they won't spark the
rculicry maids, and moreover tHe bands of
toughs that ambuscade them on lonely beats
cid cowardly shoot and knife them will
only uaaiaze thr uniforms and not live leng
enough to get more than a momentary satis
faction out of tint."
"Why, Colonel, if you can furnish police
men, then of course "
"Certainly I can furnish any line of
f;oods that's wanted. Take the army, for
nstanrc now 25,009 men; expense," ?22,
C00,00 a year. I will dit; up the Itomans,
3 will resurrect the Greeks, I will furnish
the Government, ior 510,000,000 a year. 10,
O0O veterans drawn from the victorious
legions ot all the ages soldiers that will
cliac Indians year in and year out on ma
terialized horses, and cost never a cent for
rations or repairs. The armies of Europe
cost 2,000,000,000 a var now I will re
place them ali tor 51,000,000,000. I will dig
up the trained statesmen ot all ages and all
climes, and furnish this country with a
Congress that knows enough to come in out
of the rain a thing that's" never happened
yet since t':e Declaration of Independence,
i;nd never w ill iiappen till these practically
dead people are replaced with the genuine
arcicle. I will restock the thrones of Eu
rope with the best brains and the best
morals that ali the royal sepnlehers of all
the centuries can furnish which isn't prom
ising very much and I'll divide the waeres
nnd i he civil list, fair and square, merely
taking my half, and "
"Colonr-l, if the half of this is true,
there's millions in it millions."
"Billions in it, billions; that's what you
mean. "Why, look here; the thing is so
close at hand, so imminent, so absolutely
immediate, that if a man were to come to
lae bow and say, 'Colonel, I'm a little short,
and if you could lend me a couple of billion
collars ior Come in!"'
Tjiib in answer to a knock. An energetic-looking
man bustled in with a big
pocketbook in his hand, took a paper from
St find presented it, n ith the curt remark:
"Seventeenth and last call; you want to
cat with that S3 40 this time without fail,
Colonel Mulberry Sellers."
The Colonel began to slap this pocket and
that one, and feci here and there and every
where, muttering:
""Wiist have 1 done with that wallet?
let me see urn not here, not there oh, I
mnst havelelt it in the kitchen; I'll just run
FJid "
"No yon won't you'll stay right where
yo ai e. And you're going to disgorge, too,
this time."
"Washington innocentlv offered to ro and
look. When he was cone the Colonel said:
"The fact is, I've got to throw myself on
your indulgence just this once more, Suggs;
vou pee, the remittances I was expect-lag-"
"Hang the remittances it's too stale it
won't answer Come!"
The Colonel glanced about him in despair.
Then his face liglited; he ran to the wall
end began to dust oft a peculiarly atrocious
chronio with his handkerchief." Then he
brought it reverently, oCered it to the col
lectoraverted his face and said:
"Take it, but don't let me see it go. It's
the sole remaining Rembrauat that "
"Kenibrandt be ; it's a chromo."
"Oil. don't speak of it so, I beg you. It's
the only really great original, the only sn
preme example of that mighty school of art
which "
"Art! It's the sickest looking thing I"
The Colonel was already bringing another
horror and tenderly dustins it.
"Take this one, too the'gern of my col
lection the only genuiue Era Angelico
tkat-r-"
"Illuminated liver pad, that's what it is.
Give it here. Good day! People will think
I've robbed a barber sliop."
As he slammed the door behind him, the
Colonel shouted with an anguished accent.
"Do please cover them up don't let the
damp get at them. The delicate tints in the
Angelico "
Hut the man ws gone.
"Washington reappeared and said he had
looked everywhere," and so had Mrs. Sellers
nnd the servants, but in vain, and went on
to say he wished he could get his eye on a
.ain mac about this time. No need to
hunt up that pocketbook then. The Col
onel's interest was awake at once.
""What man?"
"One-armed Pete they call him out there
out in the Cherokee conntry, I mean.
Bobbed the bank in Tahleqnah."
"Do thev have banks in Tahleqnah?"
"Yes a'bank, anyway. He was suspected
of robbing it. Whoever did it got away
with more than 520,000. They offered a re
ward of 55,000. I belie ve I saw tliat very man
on mv wav east"
"No; is" that so?"
''I certainly saw a man on the tram the
first day I struck the railroad that answered
the description pretty exactly at least, as
to clothes and a lacking arm. '
""Why didn't you get him arrested and
claim tfie reward?"
"I couldn't I h3d to get a requisltion.of
course. But I meant to stay by him till I
got ray chance."
""Well?"
"Well, he left the train during the night
some time."
"Oh, hang it, that's too bad."
"Not so very bad cither."
"Why?"
"Because he came down to Baltimore in
the very train I was in, though I didn't
know it in time. As we moved out of the
station I saw him going toward the iron
gate with a satchel in his hand."
"Good; we'll catch him. Let' lay a
plan."
"Send a description to the Baltimore
police?"
"Why, what are you talking about? Ko.
Do you want them to get the reward?"
"What shall we do, then?"
The Colonel reflected.
"1'IHell you. Put a personal In the Bal
timore Sun. "Word it like this:
"A. Drop me a line, Pete "
"Hold on. "Which arm has he lost?"
"The right."
"Good. Now then
"A. Drop me a line, Pete, even if you
have to write with your left hand. Address
X. Y. Z., General Postoffice, Washington.
Erom vou know who."
"There that'll fetch him."
"But he won't know who will he?"
"No, bat he'll want to know, won't he?"
"Whv, certainlv I didn't think of that
What made you think of it?"
"Knowledse of human curiosity. Strong
trait, very strong trait"
"Now, I'll go to ai v room and write it out
and inclose 51 and tell them to print it to
the worth of that."
CHAPTER IT.
The day wore itself out After dinner the
two friends put in a long and harassing
evening trying to decide what to do with
the 5o,000 reward which they were going to
get when they should find One-armed Pete
and catch him, and prove him to be the
right person, and extradite him, and ship
him to Tahlequah in the Indian Territory.
But there were so many dazzling openings
for ready cash that they found it impossible
to make up their minds and keep them made
up. Finally, Mrs. Sellers grew very w eary
of it all, and said:
"What is the sense in cooking a rabbit be
fore it is caught?"
Then the matter was dropped for the time
being and all went to bed. Next morning,
being persuaded by Hawkins, the Colonel
made drawings and specifications andwent
down and applied for a jiatent for his toy
puzzle, and Hawkins took the toy itself and
started out to see what chance there might
be to do something with it commercially.
He did not have to go far. In a small, old,
wooden shanty, which had once been occu
pied as a dwelling by some humble negro
family, he found a kceen-e-red Yankee en
caged" in repairing cheap chairs and other
second-hand furniture. This man exam
ined the toy indifferently; attempted to do
the puzzle; found it not'so easy as he had
expected: grew more interested, and finally
emphatically so; achieved a success at last,
and asked:
"Is it patented?;
"Patent applied for."
"That will answer. What do you want
for it?"
"What will it retail for?"
"Well, 25 cents, I should think.
"What will you give for the exclusive
right?"
"I couldn't give 520, if I had to pay cash
down; but I'll tell what I'll do. I'll make
it and market it and pay you 5 cents royalty
on each one."
Washington sighed. Another dream dis
appeared; no money in the thing. So he
said:
"All right, take it at that Draw me a
paper."
He went his way with the paper, and
dropped the matter out of his mind
dropped it to make room for further at
tempts to think out the most promising way
to invest his half of the reward, in case a
partnership investment satisfactory to both
beneficiaries could not be hit upon.
He had not been very long at home when
Sellers arrived sodden with grief and boom
ing with glad excitement working both
these emotions successfully, sometimes
separately, sometimes together. He fell on
Hawkins' neck sobbing and said:
"Oh, mourn with me, my friend, mourn
for my desolate house; death has smitten
my last kinsman, and I am Earl of Rossmore
congratulate me!"
He turned to his wife, who hod entered
while this was going on, put his arms about
her nnd said: "You will bear up, for my
sake, my lady it had to happen, it was
decreed."
She bore up very well, and said:
"It's no great loss. Simon -Lathers was a
poor, well-meaning, useless thing 'and no
account, and his brother never W3S worth
shucks."
The rightful Earl continued:
"I am too much prostrated by these con
flicting griefs and joys to be able to concen
trate mv mind upon affairs; I will ask our
good friend here to break the news by wire
or post to the Lady Gwendolen and instruct
her to"
"What Lady Gwendolen?"
"Our poor daughter, who, alas "
"Sally Sellers? Mulberry Sellers, are
you losing your mind?"
"There, please do not forget who you are,
and who I am; remember your own dignity,
be considerate also of mine. It were best to
cease from using my family name, now,
Lady Eossniorc. "
"Goodncs3 gracious! well I never" What
am I to call you, then?"
"In private the ordinary terms of endear
ment will still be admissible to some degree,
br.t in public it will be more becoming if
your ladyship will speak to mc as my lord,
or your lordship, and of me asllossmore, or
the carl, or his lordship, and "
"Oh, scat! I can't ever do it, Berry."
"But indeed you must, my love; we must
live up to our altered position and submit
with what grace we may to its require
ments." "Well, all right, have it your own way;
I've never set my wishes against your com
mands yet, Mul ; my lord, and it's late to
begin now, though to my mind it' the rot
teaest 9Qlbhnesi that ever waa."
One-A m Pete.
"Spoken like my own true wife!" There,
'iiss and be friendsagain."
"But Gwendolen! X don't know how I
am ever going to stand that name. Why, a
body wouldn't know Sally Sellers in it It's
too "large for her; kind of like a cherub in
an ulster, and it's a most outlandish sort of
a name, anyway, to my mind."
"You'll not hear her find fault with it, mv
lady."
''That's a true word. She takes to any
mna ot romantic rubbisn HKe sue was Dorn
to it. She never got it from me, that's
sure. And sending her to that silly college
hasn't helped the matter any just the other
way."
"Now hear her, Hawkins! Roweno, Ivan
hoe College is the selcctest and most aristo
cratic seat of learning for young ladies in i
our country, under no circumstances can
agirl get in there unless she is either very
rich and fashionable or can prove four
generations of what may be called Amer
ican nobility. Castellated college build
ings towers and turrets and an imitation
moat and everything about the place
named out of Sir Walter Scott's books, and
redolent of royalty and siate and style; and
all the richest girls keen phaetons, and
coachmen in livery, and riding horses, with
English grooms in plug hats and tight-bnt-toned
coats, and top "boots, and a whip
handle without any whip to it, to ride G3
feet behind them"
"And they don't learn a blessed thing,
Washington Hawkins, not a single blessed
thing but showy rubbish, and un-American
pretentiousness. But send for the Lady
Gwendolen do; for I reckon the peerage
regulations require that she must come
home and let on to go into seclusion and
mourn lor those Arkansas blatherskites
she's lost"
"My darline! Blatherskites. Remember
noblesse oblige."
"There, there, talk to me in your own
tongue, Ross you don't know any other,
and you only botch it when you try. Oh,
don't stare it was a slip, and no crime;
customs of a lifetime can't be dropped in a
second. Rossmore there, now, be appeased,
and go along with you and attend to Gwen
dolen. Are you going to write, Washington
or telegraph?"
"He will telegraph, dear."
"I thought as much," my lady muttered,
as she left the room. "Wants it so the ad
dress will have to appear on the envelope.
It will just make a fool of that child. She'll
get it, of course, for if there are any other
Sellerses there they'll not be able to claim
it And just leave her alone to show it
around and make the most of it Well,
maybe she's forgivable for that She's so
poor and they're1so rich, of course she's had
her share of snubs from the livery-flunkey
sort, and I reckon it's only human to want
to get even."
TTnele Daniel was sent with the tele
gram; for although a conspicuous object in,
a corner of the drawing room, was a tele
phone hanging on a transmitter, Washing
ton found all attempts to raise the central
othce vain, me Uolonel grumbled some
thing about its being "always out of order
when you've particular and especial use for
it," but he didn't explain that one of the
reasons for this was that the thing was
only a dummy and hadn't any wires at
tached to it, and yet the Colonel often used
it when visitors were present and seemed
to get messages through it Mourning
paper and a seal were ordered, then the
Iriends took a rest
Next attcrnoon, while Hawkins, by re
quest, draped Andrew Jackson's portrait
with crape, the rightful earl wrote of the
family bereavement to the usurper in Eng
land a letter which we have already read.
He also by letter to the village authorities
at Duffy's Corners, Ark., gave orders that
the remains of the late twins be embalmed
by some St. Louis expert and shipped at
once to the usurper, with bill. Then he
drafted out the Rossmore arms and motto
on a great sheet of brown paper, and he and
Hawkins took it to Hawkins" Yankee furniture-mender,
and at the end of an hour
came back with a couple of stunning hatch
ments, which they nailed up on the front
of the house attractions calculated to draw,
and they did; for it was mainly an idle and
shiftless negro neighborhood, with plenty
of ragged children and indolent dogs to
spare for a point of interest like that, and
keep on sparing them for it days and days
together.
The new earl found without surprise
this society item in the evening paper, and
cut it out and scrap-booked it:
T!y a recent bereavement our esteemed
fellow-citizen, Colonel Jlulhcrry Sellers, per-
Cetual member at larso of the diplomatic
odv, succeeds, as rightful loid, to tlio great
earldom of Kossniore, third by order of
precedence in the earldoms of Great Britain,
nnd will take early measures by suit in the
House of Lords, to wrest tlie title and citato
from the piesent usurping holder of thom.
Until the season of mourning is past the
usual Thursday eveninsr receptions at Koss
niore Towers will be discontinued.
Lady Eossmore's comment to herself:
"Receptions! People who don't rightly
know him may think he is commonplace,
but to my mind he is one of the most un
usual men I ever saw. As for suddenness
and capacity in imagining things, his beat
don't exist, I reckon. As like as not it
wouldn't have occurred to anybody else to
name this old rat-trap Rossmore Towers,
but it just comes natural to him. Well, no
doubt it's a blessed thing to have an imagi
nation that can always make you feel satis
fied, no matter how you are fixed. "Uncle
Dave Hopkins used to always say, 'Turn
me into John Calvin, and I want to know
which place I'm going to; turn me into Mul
berry Sellers, and I don't care."
The rightful earl's comment to himself:
It's a beautiful name, beautiful. Pity I
didn't think of it before I wrote the
usurper. But I'll be ready for him when
he answers.
2b be continued next Sunday.
GUESSING A WBITEB'S SEX.
Controversy Between Richard Hardlnc
Davis and Charles I). Gibon.
WTtlTTEX ron tiie DisrATcn.
People who are interested in Richard
Harding Davis will like to know that
the handsome athletic young man, with the
smooth-shaven face and square chin with a
cleft in it, that Charles D. Gibson is so fond
of putting into his illustrations is Richard
Davis, and Richard Davis capitally drawn
at that. When the "Anglomaniacs" was
running in one of the magazines, Gibson
chose Richard Davis as the original of the
striking picture of Lord Melrose. At that
time the" author of the brilliant story was
still a matter of conjecture, and opinion was
evenly divided as to whether it was a man
or a woman.
Gibson had just made an illustration for
the story with Richard Davis (as Lord Mel
rose) walking down Eifth avenue with the
young woman of the story. He had put on
the young Englishman a sack coat and a
Eilk hat The sketches were submitted to
the unknown author and returned with
the criticism that no careful man, especially
if he were an Englishman, would walk
downthe fashionable street in a sack coat
and silk hat in the morning, which was the
time designated in the story.
Mr. Gibson told Mr. Davis of the criti
cism and asked, "Now what does that indi
cate to you as to the authorship is it aman
or a woman?"
"A man," said Mr. Davis promptly; "a
woman would not be likely to know such a
little point in etiquette as that."
"A woman," hazarded Mr. Gibson;
"women know all about such little things,
and no one but a woman would care."
The sequel proved that Gibson was right
FIRST IHPKESSIOHS OF THIHGB.
Johnny's Idea or Bowing and a Three-Tear-Old's
Motion of River.
It was Johnny who described at 3 years
of age a skiff ride on the river-ns follows:
"And papa just took the shovels and shov
eled the river away, and the boaf went right
along."
But it -was another 3-year-old who re
plied, when asked at her "first view of the
river: "What is it Katie?" "It's just a
great big drink." .
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A BRIDE FOR NAPLES.
The
Prince of Bad-Breath Fame to
Wed the Princess Marie.
GRAVE OF MRS. LIVINGSTONE.
TMspere Rumors That the Prince
"ffales Is to Be Eegent.
of
FACTS ABOUT THE FOGS OF LONDON
rwniTTEN ron the dispatch.
After,numerous reports to the effect that
Princess Marie, daughter of the Duke of
Edinburgh, was to be
betrothed to Prince
Ferdinand, the love
lorn sprig of Rou
manian royalty, so
much talked about
dnring the past year
and several others,
the matter has finally
resolved itself into a
contraot with Victor
Emmanuel, Prince
of Naples and heir
to the Italian throne.
That individual had
been made the sub
ject of Bimilar ru
Princess Marie.
mors, in which he was to engage himself to
a daughter of the Prince of Wales, the
Prince of Teek and an eminent member of
the royal house of Germany. The last
report is likely true, as it ha' been semi
officially announced by persons in a position
to know.
The gossips may now set to work with
suggestions of how the affair has been ar
ranged. There are many who would like
to know how the religious differences have
been briuged over. It is difficult to con
ceive that. Queen Victoria would give her
consent to one of her granddaughters going
over to the Roman Catholic faith, and it is
certain that the Prince of Naples will not
adopt the English Church as his own.
The Prince of Naples is the individual
who visited England a few months ago,
creating a profound impression by means of
an extremely bad breath. Princess Marie
is a bright, happy chit of a girl, but IS
years of age. Rather young to marry, but
the Italian heir is getting up in years, and
not having an extensive field to select from
cannot be very fastidious.
The Grave of Mrs. tiviegstone.
There is a movement on foot to bring to
England the body of the wife of Explorer
David Livingstone, It has lain in a lonely
grave in the African wilderness these 30
years past It would hardly be possible to
place the remains beside those of the hus
band in Westminster Abbey, but they can
at least rest nearer the beloved one whose
perilous fortunes she shared so faithfully.
Mrs. Livingstone endured but six years of
th9 trials and privations of the explorer's
life, but in that short time she abundantly
proved her courage and determination to be
every bit the equal of her husband. It is
not enough that the bones of Dr. Living
stone lie among the greatest of the great in
grand old Westminster. The remains of
the wife should be close at hand, instead of
far away in the heart of an African jungle.
Indeed, I believe the disposition made of
the great explorer's body was a direct con
tradiction of hii expressed wishes. In his
journal many opinions and references to his
desires are made. In one place, bearing date
of June 25, 1868, is the following:
This is the sort of grave I should prefer;
to lie in the still, still forost, and no hand
evor disturb my bones. The giavcs at homo
always seemed to me to be miserable, espe
ciallv those In the cold, damp clay, and
without elbow room: hut( I have nothing to
Co but to wait till He who is over all de
cides where-1 have to lay me down and die.
Poor Mary lies on Slicep.inga brae.
That wish for quiet and humble repose
has never been fulfilled. Mrs. Living
stone's srave is located near the home she
occupied for some time during her sojourn
in Africa. A great baobab tree, one of the
largest in the country round, stands along
side the mound, but does not shade or ob
scure it half so well as the shrubs, grass and
tangled briars that are matted above and
nearly conceal it from view.
The English people owe something to
Mrs. Livingstone. They are usually .solic
itous of honoring their distinguished dead.
If nothing else be done, they should see
that the ashes of the missionary's daughter
and the great explorer's wife should be
brought home to rest where they rightfully
belong.
The Dense To of London.
The recent great fog in London lasted
four days, and during thaf time more than
30 persons are said to have wandered off
the docks into the river and drowned. It
is difficult to imagine a mist as dense as all
that, although Pittsburg ha3 had some ex
perience with fogs herself. But we are
taught to believe that the worst that' we
have here are not to be compared with those
of London at all. A London fog is a pecu
liar natural phenomenon, and has came to
be considered distinctive. Scientists have
found three different kinds of more or less
severity. George Catlin, the artist, who re
sided in London for some years, once said
that he had seen a fog so thick that in mid-'
day a man walking could no more discern
his knees than if he were immersed in ink.
This seems hard to believe, but there is no
questioning the truth. Londoners and
traveieis tell us that in broad daylight,
with all the lamps lighted in the streets
and houses, it is no uncommon experience
to be unable to see 30 inches distant. The
pe5ple grope their way along the houses.
A street lump can hardly be seen when
standins directly beneath ir. Business is
generally suspended, and the sidewalks be
come crowded with groups of men and
women afraid to move and anxiously won
dering how they will reach their homes.
Coachmen lead their horses. Pedestrians
dare not cross the streets. Shouts, oaths,
inquiries, cries of distress and shrieks for
help are heard'on all sides.
On January 21, 1865, the density of the
fog was so extraordinary during the morn
ing hours that in the streets where there
were splendidly lighted windows one could
not see the ground when erect, nor objects
two feet away. When the shops were
closed it was utterly impossible to see any
thing. Midway between street lamps,
standing within' 40 feet of each other and
burning brightly all the time, it was im
possible to locate either. Lines' of link"
men stretching for miles were stationed
within, eight feet- of each other, but even
that preoautlon aflcrdfd bat vow nli(
0Sk
Niljit 0MW
Mrs. Livingstone's Grave,
many accidents occurring, some of them
fatal'. '
Many theories have been offered in expla
nation of these fogs, as well as to bring
about some mitigation of the evil. Those
relating to the first point are interesting
and probable enouzh, but none of the latter
have proved practical sojar.
An Archbishop tflio Is Tfovr Famous.
The plain of Aix, in France, was the
scene 2,000 years
ago of the rout of the
Teuton hordes
on to Rome,
that were sweeping
by the famous old
General, Marius.
Previous to that
time, the Roman
soldiery under
command of in
capable and in
ex perienced
officers whose
chief pretensions
to distinction
were their aristo
cratic connec
tions, were
powerless before
the wild barbar-
ArchbUhop of Aix. ians, and every
time the two forces met, the Romans were
swept aside like the sands of the desert in a
simoom. Try as the would, the famous
fighting men of the ruling Government of
the world, could offer no resisrance to the
myriads of Teutons and Cimbri that boTe
down npon them. Old Marius, however,
was equal to the emergency. His military
Bkill enabled him to meet strength with
strategy, and he defeated with crushing
efiect. the flower of the Teuton armies and
practically changed the history of the
world.
Had the Teutons defeated Marius, Rome
would have been destroyed. There would
have been no future opportunities for
Caesar, Pompey or Sulla, and the romance
of history would have been robbed of some
of its most heroic and interesting charac
ters. Aix has not been the scene of any
such important historical event since, but
the name has been frequently seen in print
lately on account of its Roman Cafholio
Bishop, the Mgr. Xavier Gouthe-Soulard's
refusal to comply with the order of the
French Government, forbidding archbishops
leaving their diocese withont permission.
He was arrested, tried for the offense and
fined, but the sensation the aflair created
throughout France and the world and the
general sympathy extended the Archbishop,
indicated a victory instead of a defeat It
islitely the affair will have considerable
influence on the policy of the French Gov
ernment in dealing with the religious ques
tion in the future. Such a demonstration
as was made in this venerable ecclesiastic's
case makes deeper consideration of the sub
ject imperative.
Tummy Itn't Snylne 'Word.
England is at present disturbed by an
under-current effort, intended to install
Albert Edward as Prince"1 Regent. No one
knows how the report originated or how
much truth is contained in it. Many per
sons think the Queen a little too well up in
years to administer the affairs of Govern
ment properly, but, nevertheless, a sug
gestion that she be displaced is considered
somewhat biutal and not likely to receive
the support of the majority of the nation.
What "the Prince ot Wales thinks of the
move in his behalf is not stated, but he
takes such good care to give no expression
to his views on the subject that it is tacitly
agreed in some circles that ho is "in the
hands of his friends" to be disposed of as
they think fit
This reminds me that during the reign of
the two Hanoverian Kings it was the cus
tom to appoint regents every time the
monarch went outside his dominions. How
the custom fell into disuse is unknown.
A Progressive Chinese Statesman.
Li Hung Chang, the Prime Minister of
China, is said to be convalescing from his
recent severe ill
ness. But he is
not yet well, and
there is always
danger when a
man has passed his
71st year. His
life or death means
much to China
and probably the
world generally.
He is the one
Chinese statesman
who has been tol- Li Himg Chang.
erant to foreigners. He has made his conn
try more accessible to visitors than it ever
was. He built the first railroad. He de
veloped the extensive mining resources.
He gave the country its telegraph system.
He organized thearmy and created the
navy.
More than the mere northern portion of
China is restless at the present time. The
uprisings against the Government, as well
as the foreign element residing in the coun
try, would surely take greater shape in case
of LI Hung Chang's death. His with-,
drawal from control at the present time
means much to China and perhaps more to
other nations than they would admit. There
is always a chance of a conflict with the
Mongolians, in case the outrages on aliens
in the country become too pronounced.
Forty Savace Shako the World.
The telegraph reported a few days since
that the natives of Pahang, a state of the
Malayan Peninsula, had rebelled against
British rule. No doubt John Bull made a
rush for his portfolio on hearing this news,
to estimate the extent of the new danger
threatening the Empire, but was reassured
on discovering that the entire province of
Pahang, including its capital city, has a
population of only 40 wild, half-starved
and poorly armed savages.
I am sure it cost a good many dollars to
cable the story from abroad, and it would
seem to even the inexperienced ihat the
cable managers are rather poorly informed
on geographical matters, or they would
have put their property to better use than
creating the impression through a free use
of sensational sentences, that the peace of
the English nation was seriously threatened
by a fresh complicr.tion, when, in fact, the
matter was so trivial. Wilkie.
LE50TH OP IffiPMSOMMSHT.
The Sentence for Iife nd Tor the Term of a
Man's Xatnral Life.
There is a distinction nnd also a difference'
between imprisonment forlife andimprison
ment for the term of a man's naturd life,
says a criminal lawyer in the St. Louis
Globe-Dcmoerat. Literally the latter means
that the prisoner must be confined until lib
erated by death, while in the case of the
former the condemned only serves the
average term of life he may reasonably ex
pect, and ss determined by actuarial tables.
A man who gets a life sentence at 40 is
nearly sure to be at liberty by the time he
is 55,'provided he lives as long, while tlie
man who is similarly sentenced at 20 will be
out loiig before he is 40.
A glance over the records of the State
Penitentiary will show how very few men
have served more than 15 years, pardon,
death, escape or release on goo'd, behavior
intervening within that period. In Euro
pean countries, where pardons are very sel
dom granted, men frequently serve 20 and
even 30 years, but the average is very much
lower in America.
fffMft
Fonnd Ilia lot.
New York 'WeeHr. 1
Bouttown Where did yoa go on your va
cation? Laschance I went out West to look at a
oorner lot I bought by mail.
yind it?
In) vwt wlmmlng la U
BMDETTE' RUNS DRY,
But Ont of Mere Emptines3 Brings
Forth a Crystal Fountain.
THOUGHTS UPON DIALECT TALES.
Why-James Whitcorab Kiley Writes Into'
the llearts of People.
HOW WATER MANAGES TO GO IIP HILL
rWIHTTEj; YQV. TjIK DISrATCII.1
What does a fellow do when his head is
"plumb empty?" I mean, other fellows? I
know what I do, and the complaint is fast
developing chronic symptoms with me.
When I get that way, which is several
times in the course of a space of time
amounting to more or less, according to
duration, I sit and stare over the top of my
typewriter across at the rectory or at the
big oak on my neighbor's place, and at the
church with its battlemented tower and the
quiet resting places of those who sleep, and
in a little while forget that I have any
work to do, and indeed am not concerned
whether my head is empty or full, or
whether I have a head or not
This is pleasant, but it is neither magnifi
cent, nor is it business. So I turn away
from the view, look my typewriter in the
I she has two, just like a human beiug,
only one of them has no dot and the other
is lower case, poor thing and ask her if she
knows anything worth printing. She always
replies in the affirmative when she makes
answer at all, that is, she can say "A," and
"S," which have an affirmative sound, but
she can't say anything that sounds like
"No;" I think she shonld have an extra
character she has 75 or 80 good characters
now by which at the touch of a single key
she could say "Nawthin'."
Iho Force of Dialect
I supposo "Nothing" might do, bntl
should prefer "Nawthin'," it it please the
typewriter makers. "Nawthin' " sounds
so much more hopelessly empty than
"Nothing. " And when I do run ashore, I
am beached just that high and dry, just that
far beyond the reach of anything bnt a
roaring spring tide at the very tutn of the
flood, that" nothing can express my condi
tion but dialect. Grammar is good enough
for a dying bed, perhaps, when a man has
nothing else to do. but to be correct; but
when a man is painfully alive, getting
across a meadow with a bull behind him
nnd a barb wire fence before him, nnd he
has got to lift himself over that fence by
his boot straps or get lifted over by Taurus
the bully, he thinks in dialect. It is his
mother tongue, and it comes withont call
ins. And I do think that a typewriter that
has been setting her 20 caps for me, lo these
four years, might talk dialect for me in
great emergencies..
And speaking of dialect reminds me that
pread somewhere in a newspaper the other
day that's the way a profound magazine
writer always refers to a newspaper article
when he is copying the extract he wishes to
use from the very paper lying on his desk;
it isn't the thing, you know, to recall where
vou saw a newspaper article: a ereat man
can't remember the seribblings of a re
porter that a leading publisher I am not
sure indeed that it was not the leading
publisher says the dialect story has had its
day; that the public is tired of it; that it
has run its course and will be heard of no
more. And then I picked up Harper for
January and read the first story in it, a bit
of French-Canadian vayageur dialect
Stories Are Written for Cah.
Now I like the dialect stories; I don't
write them, so I can speak as a disinterested
witness. And I know that other people
like them as well as myself, otherwise the
publishers would not bring them ont Save
only the Baptist Publication Society and
the Methodist book concern, the American
Tract Society and other publishing houses
of that class, I have known very tew pub
lishers who bring out books and storic3 for
love, or for the elevation of the public
taste. Very few indeed. Not more than
none, I should say, and possibly not less
than half that number.
I don't know what would become of the
literature of the world if we should "cut"
the dialect. Take two such masters of dia
lect as James Whitcomb Riley and Robert
Browning; how much the world of people
and the smaller planets of superior beings
would lose were the poems of these kings in
the realms of dialect blotted out I prefer
Riley's myself, because it is so easy to un
derstand. We don't have to organize clubs
to find out what Riley means when he says
anything. It seems to me, since we must
have a dialect literature, the best dialect is
that Bhich the wayfaring man, though not
Highly Cultured, may read, aud not err
therein. There is a great deal of dialect in
the medical journals that is Greek to me,
and I have looked into merely looked into
and scrambled out with all speed before I
drowned some theological works that were
nearly all Hebrew, and what wasn't En
glish was a great deal worse. I confess that
I go clear around, by a back lane and
through the woods, sometimes, to get to the
other side of certain dialect articles in the
Popular Scierve Mcnlliy.
Shop Talk in Dislect.
And yet, dialect is always entertaining,
even when you can understand it but
vaguely. It is always pleasant to hear a
man talk the dialect ct his own business.
It lends a charm to the talk of a railroad
man and a theologian; a horse trader and a
physician, a stock broker and a school
teacher. And the dialect which we can all
understand is the language of the people,
it beems to me. From Harvard University
to the Mission School at San Diego, people
can understand Riley. The multitude lis
tens end "every man hear him speak in his
own language," "saying, one to another,
'How hearwe every man in ourown tongue,
wherein we were born?' "
Ah, that's the secret of the hold that
"dialect" has upon all people. We didn't
always speak grammatically; we weren't
born with correct accent aud exact enuncia
tion; we used to flat the "a," and drop the
final "g," and drive Jersey matches of sin
gular nouns and plural verbs, and when we
were rebuked for a saying, "Me are," we re
formed and said "lis," except in New Eng
land, where we chanced to "I be," and
stuck to it until death p irted us from our
grammar, maybe; and it required long
years of instruction, and many books and
srreat patience and floods of tears to make
us abandon the 'free, lawless dialect of
childhood and bow our thoughts to the iron
bondage of the dialect of the schools. Ah,
my boy, that's the hold which "onr.own
tongue, wherein we were born," has
upon us.
Tho Voice or Sweet Nature.
We love the cradle tongue, the words that
ran in prattling music broken as the song of
a brook, babbling and murmuring or the
very joy of life, the mirth of the sunshine
the sweet fancies of the shadows, thesfeam
of the whits pebbles, with no rule and no
guide and no law, bave to run the easiest
way, follow the slope of the hill, and laugh
the louder when the way was broken and
rough, and break into brighter sparkles and
dimpling ripples wheu the rocks builded a
tiny leap from the sunshine into the sleep
ing pool in the shadow. It is the voice of
Nature that charms us, and sings to us in
the nunbers that draw us back to the long
ing mother breast, back to the days when
we lay with our laces close to the great heart
of nature and drew our closest inspirations
with the breath of life.
Longfellow found inspiration in the dain
ty cascade, the .faUs of Minnehana that
"flash and gleam among the oak trees," al
though by going a few miles farther he
would have found a - much greater water
power. A poet might have been inspired
to sing ill lofty numbers to the great organ
accompaniment of the Falls of St. Anthony
a few Tears aso, but to rise to sublime
flights of sentiment and poesy over the mill I
dam at Minneapolis? It would silence for
ever the chant of Niagara if yoa pat an
overshot wheel at the breast of a cataract
It would also silence the overshot wheel, in
about two seconds. And I am glad of it
Useful things are very useful, sometimes.
But useless things are very ueful also,
sometimes. So where is the difference?
To Scatter the Dialectician!.
I champion the cause of the useless for
mine own sake. There has got to be some
place in the reserved seats for the useless
things of this Torld. If you crowd us all
np in the gallery, we will snap peanuts and
drop our programmes down on your learned
heads all through the performance; we will
split the air with our shrill whistles when
you softly pat your gloved hands in correct
approbation, and when we disapprove we
will "cat-call" till your blood runs cold,
and woe be fo the "cop" who comes into the
gallery after we get started. So you see, it
is mueh better to scatter the dialecticians
through the audience than to pen us up by
ourselves. We might even break down the
gallery.
It's always a hard, troublesome thing to
teach water to run up hill. Oh, it can be
done, but it makes no end of money, and
powerful machinery, and fire, and steam,
and tremendous pumps. And tben when the
water'eets beyond the power of the pump it
won't keep on going np; it always come3
risrht back again, in its own old way. It
will run up hill of itself, if you let it alone.
And it always climbs just as it comesdown;
in the easiest, most natural way in the
world. In all the lightness and grace and
beauty of the spray of the leaning cascade;
in the fleecy clouds of mist that drilt up
through the sunshine just as naturally and
gently as though it was the only thing in
the world for water to do, to float from the
sea up to the clouds, rather than drop from
cloudland to the earth. Who ever heard of
rain coming down ? Why, it always goes
up. But you can't make it go up, son. It
has to be drawn up. 'Not by a great, noisy,
clanging, thumping, sueking pump, either.
It is drawn np lovinely, gently, noiselessly,
by a mighty force, strong enough to lift the
ocean from its bed.
Two Kinds of Teachers.
I have known some teachers who could
walk ahead ot their s,cholaM and lead them
in just that wav who could draw them up
the steepest heights after them, never hur
rying them, never worrying, never fretting
them. I know some teachers who are
doing that work to-day, just because they
have" learned the secret of the sun, just be
cause they bave found the secret of His
power, just because they have this earnest
nejs and gentleness, this steadfast enthusi
asm that is the silent soul of their work.
So, too. I have known teachers, in the
family and in the school and in the pulpit,
who walked behind the children with a
club, and roared at them and whacked them
along and drove them up hill unless the
children broke away and took to the woods
and escaped into the wilderness with such
scolding and threatening and yelling as a
cowboy uses while he whacks his horned
herd over the alkali plains.
And it is something io be devoutly grate
ful for, that this "Bull-whacker" s'tyle ot
teacher is out of sty'e in this year of grace.
He ought f o be dead and buried. At any
rate lie ought to be buried; I wouldn't be
particular to a hair about his being dead,
but I'd stand with all the resolute firmness
of the patient mule, on his being buried.
L See. wasn't it just last week I resolved
tnat 1 wonldn t preach every time l sat
down to play the typewriter? I thihk it
was either last week or this. Well. I'll
have to start over again. This time doesn't
count. Because it isn't my fault. I gave
you lair warning at the top of the column
that I was empty as a drum, and if you've
ploughed across tho whole width of the
brush lot all the way to this fence, you
can't blame me because you've turned up
nothing but roots, and have jammed the
plough handles into your rib3 every other
step.
No Apoloclcs to Offer.
I knew it was a scrub oak barren when I
run the first lurrow across it, and I didn't
dream you were following me. "Why
didn't I look back and see?" Because, my
son, "he that putteth his hand to the plough
and Iooketh back" is going to run a furrow
like a cow path. "Why didn't I holler,
then?" Because, my boy" the handles were
knocking all the breath I had in my system
clear out of my perishing frame every time
I struck a root. "Holler" back to you? I
hadn't breath enough to lay the blame of
the poor ploughing on the horses, as is my
usual cussed 'cm.
Utstaai onn.r
When ns with, busy hand yon bend to write
Epistles upon business all your own,
&ee!cin:r the time of ono to you unknown
With what aott phrase your thoughts you
. may indite,
Franiinzyonr sentences with speech polite,
Set in 3'onr offering this precions stone.
That for crude workmanship will all
atone:
In some sweet folded nook Just half in
sight
Like a shy wind flower, tinted like the
morn.
Coy peeping from its winter's bed, moss
damp,
Awakened by the soft and mellow horn
Of April zephyrs, rousing nil the camp
Of bud and blossom, beauties yot unborn
Cight where he'll see it llrst thins stick a
stamp.
And if you forget this, he won't forget to
forget to answer that letter, don't you for
get that Robert J. Btrdette.
Cannot Steal His Own.
"God can do 11 things," said mamma.
. "No," said Marjorie, "God cannot steal."
"Why?" said mamma, expecting'the re
ply, "Because He is good."
"Because," said the little sage, "every
thing is His."
Well-Attested Merit..
Mrs. Henry Ward Baecher writer
"40 ORANGE STSEST,
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" I have U'ied Allcocx's Porous Plasters for
tome years for rr-yself and family, .and, as far as
abie, for the many sacre.-s who come to ls for
assistance, and bare fou-id theni a genuine relief
for most of the aches anl pains which flesh is heir
to. I have used Allcock's Porocs Plasteis for
all kinds of Iimcncss and acute pain, aad by fre
quent experiinents find that they can control many
cases not noticed in ycur circulars.
" The above is the only testimonial I hare eyer
given in favor cf any plaster, and if ray name has
been used to recoamend any other it is without my
authority or sanction."
George Augustus Sala -vrrites to
the London Daily Telegraph:
" I especially have a pleasant remembrance of
thz ship's doctor a very experienced maritime
medico indeed who tended me most kindly dur
ing a horrible Spell of bronchitis and spasmodic
asthma, provoked by the sea-fog which hal
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ci:co. Eut the doctor's prescription, and tie
increasing warmth cf the temperature as we reared
the tropics, and, ia particular, a couple cf All
cocc's Porous Plasters chppcd on one on the
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Russell Sage, the well-known
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" Naw York City, December 20, 1S50.
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HDHTHTG ArDUMTH;
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Sportsmen 60 Out After Deer on the
Electric Cars Up There.
USUALLY BAG OflE CEFOEE KOOJT
And Carry Home a Supply of Yenison B9
fore the Sun Goe3 Down.
BBAE AND TLEXTI OP SMALLEK GAHB
Lovers of good hunting will be interested
in tho following extracts from a private let
ter just received in this city from Dulath,
Minn. The writer enjoys the rather novel
experience, judged from an Eastern stand
point, of riding out to the street car ter
minus and then getting off and shooting
deer in the adjacent woods, starting at 8 A.
31., getting deer by 11, and returning with
them to town in the afternoon. He varies
the programme by hunting bear.
In regard to my hunting, of which yoa
kindly inquire, he says in his letter, the
deer season opened November 3. I went
oat on a Superior street car to the end of
the line, leaving home about 8 o'clock. I
hunted along the ridge toward Lester Park,
and killed a nice buck a mile back of Lon
don before 11 A. m. There was a light
sno w on the ground, but I saw the deer be
fore I discovered hi3 tracks. I had my
Winchester along, but shot and missed him
twice, when he ran away. I followed his
trail, scolding myself for want of skill, but
keeping a good lookont far ahead, when I
saw him again. This time, when I tried to
take a sure aim, the gun mi'sed fire and the
deer ran away. I still followed the tracks,
and saw him again just on the crest of the
ridge; I tried to take a sure aim and fired,
but he stood his ground. I gue3S his curi
osity was excited to know what I was
about, anyway He did not have long to
wait, for I threw down the lever and put in
a new shelL At the next fire he
disappeared, bat from the crack
ing of the brush (the fires having
burnt through there last summer),
I concluded he was b.idly hurt, so, putting
another load in, I walked tip to the ridga
and saw him kicking bis last about 20 feet
from where he stood when I shot him. Ha
was shot through the neck, about two inches
in front of his shoulder, the ball going
through, of coarse. I dressed him where
he lay, and finding no live timber on which
I could hang him up, left him there until f
went to town and borrowed a buck-board
from Mr. McQnr.de and got him safely home
that same eveuing.
The next two days, Mr. Rex (from our
county) and I, hnnted down the lake 12
miles but did not get any shots. We saw a
good number of deer tracks, and the tracks
of two bear, but the snow was so nearly
melted we could not follow them with any
success. I went several times afterward
without any result, except seeing plenty of
tracks, and scaring, some days, as many as
a dozen deer without so muchascven seeing
one. Vou may think that strange, but tyie
brush vas so thick where the tracks led
that the deerwould hear me, go as carefully
as I might I taw t o or three and missed
a shot at one.
One day, however, I got a good shot at a
nice buck, not a hundred yards away, and.
was very much cnagrined to see him ran
away as if nothing was the matter, and was
blaming myself for missing him, as I could
find neither hair nor blood upon hi3 trail.
However, I trudged along on hi3 track,
hoping to get sight of him again, and, per
chance, another shot. I did not go over a
quarter of a mile when I was equally sur
prised to see him on the ground, unable to
rise. I had shot him through the lungs,
but did not know it This was before 11
A. M-, and after dressing him I followed
two others many miles without even seeing
them. They went down to within 100 yards ,
of the lake, "and I thought perhaps they had
taken to the water to get rid of me, as they
sometimes do to escape the doss, but tho
Dulnth and Iron Ranjc train came along
3nd they ran back to the hills, where I did
not follow them, as it was nearly dark.
There are a great many dscr killed about
Duluth and Superior. The shops were full .
of them. I have seen three dead bear this
fall, but no live ones.
In October I went out on the Northern
Pacific road 70 miles, where I remained a
week at it house kept by a section boss. The
living was very good and board S5 a week.
I had the advantage of a ride np and down
the road three miles either way, morning,
noon or night, which was a great advantage,
giving me easy command of 10 or 12 miles
of track. The large amount of grain spilled
along the track attracted some kinds of
game, and I shot a number of prairie
chickens that were thus lured to theirdoom.
I also shot some partridses and a few ducks
and caught a very few fish, the best a 16
pound muskallonge.
A Tonthfnl Diplomatist
A sturdy 8-ycnr-oId, with the craft of a
Talleyrand, informed his mother upon his
return from school that "Will Brown and
another fellow got a licking at rchool to
day." Ami Tommy's ma-nma might never
have been the wiser, lud not Tommy's sis
ter burst into the room soon after and an
nounced: "O! mamma, Tommy and Will
Brown got whipped at school to-day."
The Rev. Mark Guy Pcarse writes:
"Bedford Tl-Acn, RrsssLL Sqcais.
"Ixmdom, December io, i33.
" I thin!: it only right that I should tc3 you of
hew much use I find Alliocsc's Porocs Plas
ters in my family and amongst those to whora I
have recommended them. 1 find then a very
breastplate againet colds and coughs."
W. J. Arkell, publisher of Judge
and Frank Leslie's Illustrated News
paper, writes :
" JOBG'5 BOILDINO,
" Cor. Fifth Av- and Sixtsestb Stbsct,
" Nw York, January 14, 1S01.
'"About three weeks since, while sulfcrhig from
a severe cold which had settled on ray cheat, I
applied an Allcock's Porucs Plastj, and Jn a
short time obtained relief.
"In my opinion, these plasters should be in
every household, for use in case cf con;hs, colds,
sprains, braises or pain of any kind. I know that
in my case the results nave been entirely satisfac
tory and beneficial."
Henry Thome, Traveling Secre
tary of the Y. M. C. A., writes:
"Exeter Hall, Strand,
" Londox. February 2, jSSS.
"' I desire to bear my testimony to the value of
Allcock'sPopous Plasters. I have used them
for pains in the back and side, arising from rheu
matic and other causes, never without deriving
benefit frora their application. They are easily
applied aad vary comforting. Those engaged, as
I am, in public work which involves exposure to
sudden changes of temperature, will do well to
keep a supply of Allcoch's Porous Plasters
in their portmanteaus."
Hon. James W. Husted says :
"When suffering from a severe cough, 7hich
"threatened pulmonary difficulties, which I was
recommended to go to Florida to relieve, I deter
mined to test Allcock's Porocs Plasters.
I applied thera to my chest and between the
shoulder-blades, and in less thnn a fortnight was
entirely cured."
Henry A. Mottjr., Ph. D., F. C. S
late Government chemist, certifies:
"Ify investigation cf Allcock's Porous Plas
ter shows it to contain valuable and essential
ingredients cot found in any other plaster, and I
find it superior to and more efficient than any
other plaster."