The Forest Republican. (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, November 22, 1882, Image 1

Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page. It is also available as plain text as well as XML.

    RATES OF ADVERTISING.
in rtmi.tmiKu itxt ranintii, n
J. 13. WENK.
Ollloe in Smoarbangh A Co.'s Building,
&r,M STRM - TIONE3TA, PA.
'flCUMS, 91.00 YEAH.
No "iili'cripllnnfl rei olvod for a shorter period
limit tlin 0 Diini)i-''.-
!i.i r' -ioii'lrin'i M)lii itrd from fill pnrln nf the
rnnnliy. Nn uciiico vi 1 I'Otakn of anonymous
'.'oiiimuiin. :iticnti.
Om R'iiro, one inch, one Insertion... 1 00
Odo Square, one inch, one month....... 8 00
( ne 8 1'inrp, one Inch, three month..... 6 (XI
One Squarx, one inch, one year......... 10 00
I wn s.junreH, one year... . ........... 15 00
Qinri'-r Coiuinn, one year............. 80 00
Half Column, one year.... 60 00
One Column, one J oar.. M. 100 A
Iirgnl notice at established rate.
Maniaee and death notice, gratia.
All hillD for yearly advertincmente collected
nnmtcrly. Temp rary advertisements most be
for in advance.
Job work, casb ou delivery.
VOL. XV. NO. 34. . .
TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, -NOVEMBER 22. 1882.
$1.50 PER ANNUM.
1
Rest.
Rest will be eweet in the evening, when the
dny's long labor is done
Now, I must be np and doing, for my work
la acarce begun 1
Tetoe may be denr to the veteran, grown
wenry of war's nlnrmn
But now I'm longing for battle, the clash
and the clang of arms 1
Death by and by will be welcome, if I have
been faithful and true
Vow, there is life to be lived, and I have bo
much to do t
Once, In the early morning, when the- j?ws
wero not yet dry, .
In the misty summer morning, or ev$r the
snn was high,
As I looked along the road whereby I must
presently go,
A.id saw ho groat was the journey, how
fiercely the moon would glow,
Life felt too henry a bnrden, and I so weary
and worn,
Wenry before I had labored, fend longing for
night at morn.
Wenry before I had labored ; bat labor has
brought me rest,
And not I am only eager to do my work
with the boat.
What right have I to be weary, when my work
is scarce begun?
What right have I to be weary, while aught
remains to be done f
I slin.ll be wenry at even, and rest will the
sweoter be
And bloRsed will peace be to them that have
jjjWon the victory 1
But now is the time for battle now I would
strive with the best ;
Now ib the time for labor; hereafter re-
maineth a rest.
Mary A. Hopput.
IN A COAT POCKET.
Astley Cowper, hat in hand, was
just turning the handle of the street
door, -when a soft call from the stair
top mode him pause.
"Are you going to the postofllce,
Astley?"
" No, not exactly, but near it. Is
there anything you want done?"
"Only this letter to post," and a
girlish shape flitted down the stairs. ;
Astley watched her as she descended,
and with suddenly sharpened recogni
tion of the fact, said to himself, " what
a pretty girl Rosamond is I"
Brothers are not always so alive to
their sister's charms, but the fact was
that rarely in her life had Rosamond
Cowper been so near to a perfect
beauty as that moment when she came
down the old stair case, letter in hand;
her cheeks Hushed with the deepest
pink; her eyes shining, and her red
lips parted with 1 know not what
happy of emotion and expectancy.
Two L-.ig braids of pale brown hair,
thick and glossy as those of German
Gretehcn, hung down her back. On
the fair forehead clustered a fringe of
light waving rings, not cut and trained
after the manner of the conventional
bang, but a happy freak of nature and
accident.
The slender figure in its white dress
had all the rounded grace of youth
and perfect health. Over all was an
air of virginal freshness, indescribable
but charming. It was one of those
bel momenti which comes at times to
most young creatures.
But llosamond was too much pre
occupied to bo conscious of her looks
as she handed the letter to her brother,
with lingers that trembled a little, nnd
said, anxiously, "you won't lose it,
will you, Astley?"
"Certainly not;" with a superior
. smile. Nb stuffed it carelessly into a
nide-p" it of his coat, a coat made
like t., rest of his suit, of that im
maculate white duck in which young
swells delight to array themselves in
hot July weather.
Forth he went, clean, alert, hand
some the very picture of a luxurious
young fellow enjoying a summer holi
day. No thought of betraying Rosa
mond's trust was in his mind, and his
steps had already turned toward the
postoftice when a dog-cart drew up
suddenly and a cheery hail roused his
attrition.
" Well met, old fellow. I was just
going round to ask if you felt like a
irame or tennis, ine i-oners sent a
note early in the morning, to ask me
to come down to the Croft to luncheon
and a game, and to bring you."
"All right. I will." Astley jumped
into the cart and in another moment
was hnwlincr down the road tosvard the
Croft a pretty country place some
three miles distant. Rosamond's com
mission was clean forgotten.
Tennis was followed by luncheon,
4ien by more tennis and a conversa
Vn under the shade of the branching
;dars, which flanked ' the ground.
Then pretty Mabel Porter proposed a
Then pret
walk, and
grassy va
where a li
id led me way inrougu a
valley to the gorge beyond,
little brook tore its wild way
from higher levels to the water mea
dows below.
The rocks' over which the party
climbed were very slippery here and
there, ami having Mabel from a fall,
Astley himself had a tumble, trifling in
itself, but damaging to the duck suit ;
so damaging in fact that the suit went
to the laundress next day.
Before its return the weather had
changed to that odd.i almost autumnal
coolness which checkers and tcmpeis
the heat of our American summers.
It was some time before Astley had
occasion to wear them again. '"When
it was taken for use, by mere accident,
lie wassearcliing for something in the
pocket, when bis astonished lingers en
countered and drew forth a rather
thick, flat, hard squaro of paper for
which he could in no way account.
' Mn, Dw-Edo An,
, P. Box 5
) New Y
" I)wight Edgar. Why, what does
this mean ? I have had no letter from
him," rellected the astonished Astley,
still intent on the disorganized frag
ments. " But slay this isn't a letter
from him but to him. How could it
get into my pocket?"
Here and there a sentence could be
made out, or parts of sentences. " I
am so very, very happy, but I can't
tell you about that until" "Ought
to have got your letter four days ago."
" So you needn't go to Europe, you
see, for" and then a blurred signa
ture. "Come soon to your own
Ros "
It flashed across him then. This
was the letter which Rosamond had
given him to post four weeks ago. It
had lain .in his pocket all this time,
and had gone through the wash be
sides! Here was a pretty kettlo of
fish!
Quickly his mind ran over the dis
jointed phrases, reading the half
obliterated meaning "between the
lines." The letter was in reply to an
offer from Edgar, there could be no
doubt of that.
Astley had always suspected that
there was a tenderness in that quar
ter. And Rosamond had said " yes."
, What must slio have been thinking
and feeling all these weeks?
And then a groan escaped from
Astley,' as it flashed upon Ins mind
that it was only a fortnight since he
had read Dwight Edgar's name in tho
list of "sailed for Europe ;" read it
aloud, with some careless comment.
Rosamond was in the room, he recol
lected. What had she said? Had she
said anything? He seemed to remem
ber that she got up quietly and left
tho room.
' Ilcrw should he ever tell her? And
what use to tell, when Dwight was
gone, gone for years likely as not? Oh,
what had his carelessness done
"I suppose ho went because he
thought she had nothing to say to him,"
he said to himself, miserably.
Tho sound of tho dinner-bell inter
rupted his unpleasant meditations, and
he went down feeling as though he
ought to bo hanged.
Rosamond was in her usual place,
neat, graceful, smiling even; but study
ing her face closely ho noticed an
effort in the smiles and cheerfulness.
The sweet faco was a little thinner;
the wild roso bloom, which was its
characteristic, had paled to a fainter
pink, and Astley heard his mother
ask, "headache again, my child ?" And
caught the patient answer, "just a
little."
"With increased remorse he execrated
his carelessness. What ought he to
do?
Long and deeply did , ho study over
tho question. At last he took a half
manly, hiUf-cowardly resolution. Con
fess his delinquency to his sister ho
absolutely dared not, but that night
ho wrote to Dwight Edgar, made a
full exposition of his fault, and in
closed tho faintly blotted scrap which
said so little and meant so much.
This done, he set himself to wait
for the moment when lie could pro
duce evidence that, so far as in him
lay, he had made amends for his mis
doings, and till then he resolved to be
silent.
Astley was right in his guess.
Dwight Edgar had gone to Europe a
deeply disappointed man. In the let
ter, to which Rosa's was an answer,
ho had written: "Don't say no. I
could not bear that, nor could I give
your gentleness tho pain of uttering
the word. I will wait two weeks and
if at their end you have said nothing
I shall go abroad and travel till I can
bear to come home again."
Not a wise arrangement this, con
sidering what chances and changes,
including post office laxities, are in
volved in this mortal life ; but lovers
are not always wise.
The two weeks passed without word
or token, each slow day deepening his
hopelessness, and at their end he
sailed. His final arrangements were
made in a hurry, and he had been glad
to accept a friend's benevolent offer
of half a stateroom on the over
crowded steamer. It was benevolence
very poorly rewarded,, for John
Blagden found him very dull com
pany. Eor the first few hours he made
some little effort at conversation, then
he dropped all pretenses and sat in
moody silence, staring at the dim back
ward horizon from which each stroke
of the paddles carried them farther and
farther.
It was no better after they reached
London. The two men took a set of
rooms together at the Langham, but
to all p!ns for pleasuring Dwight
turned a deaf ear.
" Go by yourself, that's a good fel
low," he said. " 1 won't bore you with
my dullness. I'll just sit here till
posttime and read the American newspapers."
"And that is what I left him at,"'
explained John Blagden to a mutual
acquaintance encountered in the coffee-room.
" Pouring over an old 7cr
alt, twelve days out wlfiit an occu
pation for a man to take up in
London!
"Poor Dwight, I never saw a fellow
so changed in my life. He's all cut up
about something, and I wish I knew
what, for really, I have no notion
what I ought to do about him.
Nothing I can say makes any differ
ence." And nothing did make any differ
ence till, a week after this conversa
tion, Mr. Blagden returned from an
excursion to Hampton Court, to find
his friend busily engaged in cramming
his belongings into a portmanteau,
witli a light in Ids eyes and a color in
his cheeks which made him seem a
different man.
"Halloa! I'm glad you've come, old
fellow. I'm off at once."
"Off! Whereto?"
" Home! Liverpool train at 9 o'clock
and catch the Bohemia."
"Home? The States! Why, what
does it mean? You were going to
Paris with me on Tuesday, you said."
Well so I did intend, "but I've had
letters and must get back as soon as !
possible."
" Nothing wrong, I hope." .
"Not at all; quite the contrary.
Everything is right."
Marveling greatly, John Blagden
turned to the table, where, amid torn
wrappers and other debris of a just
arrived mail, lay a sheet of closely
written paper wi th a little heap on it
of something odd and blotted. "What's
that?" he asked, with a natural curi
osity, stopping to examine it.
Dwight Edgar snatched it up. " It's
it's nothing," he explained "only
a letter I've had." Then breaking
into a laugh at his friend's discom
fited countenance, the first real laugh
which John had. heard him give since
they left America, he added:
"Never mind, old boy, I'll explain
some dty. It's all right, at least I
hope it is, and I know I've been a dull,
unsocial dog all this time. Yoa'je
been awfully good to put up with me,
and I'll try to make amends next time
we meet."
Meanwhile the days were passing
heavily enough in far-away America,
where Rosamond bore her secret pain.
She had kept the knowledge of her
plighted faith a choice- secret, not to be
revealed until Dwight should come.
When he failed to come, pride kept
her silent still.
The news of his departure struck in
her heart like a blow. What did it
mean? "I will not lto base, or little,
or suspicious," she told herself ; "there
is some blunder. He will come back,
ho will explain."
But weeks of suspense and uncer
tainty pitssed. She could school her
words and her manner, but not her
face, and that fair face began to look
piteous and wan.
Astley, watching her with com
punctious anxiety, telt an ever-deepening
heartache. Three weeks had passed
since his letter of explanation was
posted. Any hour might bring a re
sponse, and he haunted the postofllce
with a pertinacity inexplicable to his
father.
" I can't stand it much longer," he
told himself. "If that fellow isn't
heard from by to-morrow night I shall
make a clean breast of it to Rosa, and
confess the whole thing.
And the next evening, " that fel
low" still not being heard from, ho did
it. Rosamond, spirit-fair and fragile
in her white dress, was sitting on the
door step in the moonlight, and sitting
at her feet he plunged into medias res.
" Rosa, do you recollect a letter you
gave me to post more than a month
ago?"
" Yes," with a little gasp.
" Well, I forgot it."
" Oh, Astley !"
" Yes; it was in my pocket, you
know. I was going straight to tho
ollice, but something interrupted me
lawn tennis at the Porters, I believe
and then I sent my coat to the wash
with the letter still in it. I never
found it out till the confounded thing
ame back some days after. As I put it
on I happened to feel in the pocket,
and there it was what was left of
it."
Rosamond sat perfectly still. Not a
sound came from her hps. Astley
waited an instant, as if in hope of an
answer, and then went on:
" Rosa, darling, you mustn't mind,
but I couldn't help seeing who the let
ter was for. and that that it was
something of consequence. It was all
blotted and blurred, but a word or two
could be made out hero and there. I
was awfully cut up about it. I couldn't
bear to tell you, and I didn't know
what to do. At last I wrote a full
explanation to Dwight, and I put the
scraps in my letter."
"Astley!"
There was a ring of hope and of dis
may in tho exclamation. So ab
sorbed were both that neither noticed
that some one swung the gate just
then.
" Yes, I did. It went three weeks
ago yesterday, and by to-morrow you
ought to hear from him, that is if he
happened to be in London when the
mail got in. I didn't mean to tell yu
till his letter came, but I could wait
no longer. Just say you forg Whj
what is it?" as Rosamond sprang
to her feet with a cry, "Dwight I
Dwight !'
"She's fainted!" exclaimed Astley.
in an awe-struck tone, as his sister's
head dropped heavily on his arm.
But happiness is a better restorative
than burnt feathers, and in a little
time llosamond was able to assure
Astley of her forgiveness, to smile and
ask questions, and finally be left on
the door-step for a long moonlight
talk w'ith her truant correspondent.
When I saw Mrs. Dwight Edgar at
New port last year, she wore on her
wris t a slender chain, to which was
atta ched a locket whose lid was a big
mo jnstone.
"Within was a singular little wad of
what looked like paper which had been
W't and pressed together. When I
a; iked what it could be, 6he answered,
evasively: "Oh, papier mache; a bit
dt an old letter Dwight makes me
wear. There's quite a story about it,
but it's too long to tell."
Her husband chuckled, and later,
seeing that I was curious, he told me
the story that I have told to you.
" And you never saw any one so re
formed as Astley is, ever since then,"
added Rosamond, with laughter in her
voice. "He's the most particular
creature you ever saw, always fidget
ing and fussing for fear he may have
forgotten something. If he lives to
be a hundred, you may depend upon it
he will never again forget another let
ter in a coat pocket." Youth's Com
po.nion. HEALTH HINTS.
Alcohol introduced into the blood
changes its constituent elements and
also impairs the integrity of the blood
vessels.
Wheat, made into bread, puddings,
etc., will make more muscle twice
over, pound for pound, than fat meat
of any kind.
Sudden deaths do not come from
heart disease, one case in twenty, but
from congestion of the lungs or brain,
or from apoplexy. More die from con
gestion of the lungs than of the brain,
and more of congestion of the brain
than from apoplexy.
A severe cold can be soonest cured
by remaining within doors, in a warm
room and near the fire, until all signs
of it have disappeared. Then care
should be taken to prevent a relapse
by having the feet warmly clad, and
the whole body, and particularly the
chest and the back of the neck, well
protected when going out.
Ringworm is not an animal but a
vegetable parasite that can best be
destroyed by the use of boracic acid,
or of citrine ointment the latter
being an officinal preparation kept by
all druggists. The citrine ointment is
a caustic preparation that must be
applied with extreme care, and not
left carelessly around the house. Dr.
Voote's Health Monthly.
A. T. Stewart's Body.
Talking to a New York detective of
ficer to-day, says a correspondent of
the Cincinnati Enquirer, I asked him
what had become of the body of A. T
Stewart.
" Tho best information I possess,
said he, "is that it has not only never
been recovered by the family and ex
ecutors, but that it is not now in pos
session of the original thieves."
"Well, whojgot it from them?" said I.
"It is the understanding at police
headquarters," said he, " that a second
band of thieves, thinkingthe body was
a good thing, stole it from the first.
Probably some of the persons privy to
Uie robbery took the body away from
those who had been at the pains to dig
it up and spirit it off."
" Well, how was Mrs. Stewart ap
peased ?"
"Why," said the officer, "I suppose
she thinks that the bones have been
recovered. She either thinks they have
been recovered, or does not inquire
concerning them. The fact is," said
my friend, " that after the
robbery of that grave, it
became a question among numerous
wealthy persons in New York what to
do to prevent a spoliation of other
tombs of the same class. You know
that immediately after the robbery in
St. Mark's churchyard the tomb of the
Vanderbilts at Staten Island, was
watched, and so were several other
tombs of conspicuous persons. They
all got tired of paying special watch
men, because it looked as if they might
have to watch the tomb for a period of
years, and every rich man that died
would require two live ones to look
after his bones a thing not very pal
atable to heirs. Consequently a notice
was sent 'to Judge Hilton that he
ought not to pay any reward for the
return of Stewart's bones, whethei
Mrs. Stewart wanted to do so or not.
The understanding is that Judge Hil
ton and other gentlemen pacified Mrs.
Stewart in some way. You know the
coffin of Stewart was not carried off
by the thieves at all;-they merely took
the plate from the top and a piece of
the cloth, and took out the body, so wo
presume that the coflin has been set in
the new cathedral at Garden City,
without the real bones, but nobody
wanted to look into it.
The most likely thing to become a
woman A little girl.
FACTS AND COMMENTS.
Half of a life of sixty years spent
in tho Eastern penitentiary at Phila
delphia by Jack Canter, one of the
most expert forgers in the country,
has come to an end. Having brushed
his thin gray hair and his mustache,
he called for his shoes and broadcloth
suit. The insatiate moth, however,
had riddled the overgaiter3 and feasted
royally on the garments. He had to
buy a new outfit, which he was well
able to do, as ho had a credit of several
thousand dollars with the warden.
When tho new clothes and carriage
came he shook hands with the gate
keepers, stepped into the carriage and
drove away to a prominent hotel.
Some say he has $40,000, and some say
more, with which to sustain his new
station as a private gentleman. lie is
well educated, writes and speaks
several languages, and has traveled a
great deal and mingled in good society.
The United States expend $84,000,
000 a year upon education. The
figures from all the States and Terri
tories have been collated from official
sources by the bureau of education at
Washington, and various other inter
esting items are included in the great
statement. In 244 cities, each with
more than 7,500 inhabitants, there is
a school population of 2,061,498, with
an average daily attendance of 1,105,
763, and an aggregate annual expend
iture of more than $25,000,000. The
city of New York heads the list, with
385,000 children of school age, of
whom 270,176 are enrolled in 127
schools; the annual expenditure being
in round numbers $3,400,000. There
are in the different States 220 normal
schools, 162 business colleges, 232
kindergartens, 227 colleges in which
women are received, 83 scientific
schools, 142 schools of theology and
120 medical colleges and schools.
The French tobacco monopoly, if
not renewed, will expire next January.
As it has been a profitable source of
revenue the authorities are likely to
do everything in their power to ex
tend it. Minister. Fish, at Brussels,
who gives in the consular reports
some interesting information about
the monopoly, points out that this fact
is shown in the request made in the
French budget for 1883, that a credit
of 62,227,100 francs is asked for to
pay the expenses of working the to
bacco monopoly. At present the mo
nopoly gives employment to 22,225
persons, 1,649 men- nnd 20,576 women,
who receive about $3,000,000 per an
num in wages. Tho consumption of
tobacco lias increased from 33.545,459
kilograms in 1S80 to 34,181,917 kilo
grams in 18S1, or 636,458 kilograms in
one year. The value of the consump
tion has increased from $65,040,341 in
1880 to $08,640,939 in 1881, or $3,710,
558 in a single year. The estimated
net revenue in 1883 is placed at $58,
000,000. The adulteration in drugs that is
said to be going on is a matter of
serious import, and the London Satur:
day Review discusses it as follows:
" It is astonishing how little suspicious
even suspicious people are of the drugs
they take when they are ill. They are
quite alive to the prevalence of adul
teration in other trades, but they will
swallow medicines hastily fetched
from the nearest chemist's without so
much as a misgiving that they are not
in all respects what they profess to be.
Yet in nothing is adulteration so easy
and so profitable as in drugs. The
taste will some times do something
toward detecting it in articles of food,
bu. in medicines the taste is almost
powerless. The patient classes the
remedies ho is condemned to take
under the general heads of nauseous
and not nauseous, and he does not care
to draw any liner distinctions. Genu
ine drugs are often extremely costly,
so that the gains which can
be made by substituting other
substances for them may easily be
very large. Yet in no trade are the
effects of adulteration so disastrous as
in that of the druggist. Adulterated
food or drink may sometimes provoke
disease, but adulterated drugs are use
less to cure it. It is impossible to say
in how many cases deaths have been
set to the violence of the malady or to
want of skill on the part of the doctor
which have really been caused by
worthless medicines. The -doctor or
dered the medicines he thought appro
priate, and if actually administered
these remedies would probably have
been sufficient to cheek the course of
the disease. But what was adminis
tered wits not these remedies, but a
counterfeit of them, and, though the
patient did not detect tho difference,
the disease did, and the patient died.
How to insure that drugs shall be
what they profess to be is one of the
most important problems in practical
medicine, and one to the solution of
which very few contributions have
yet been made.
It is reported that the wheat crop of
tho British Isles will probably be one
of 10,000,iKKJ quarters, or 80,0t)0,000
bushels, leaving 11,000,000 quarters, or
112,000,000 bushels, to be supplied
from foreign sources. The crop,
though the best in seven years, is not
half large enough to supply the home
want.
SCIENTIFIC NOTES.
It Is suggested by DTerr Duebercf
that the moon may be habitable on
the side invisible to the earth, the
water and the atmosphere being drawn
thither by the effects of gravitation.
The electric light in the lighthouse
at Sydney, N. S. W., will be the largest
of the kind in the world. The merging
beam is said to have a luminous in
tensity exceeding 12,000,000 candles.
Russia has had this year weather so
dry and hot that the rivers have fallen
very low, and even in the Volga and
Dwina navigation has been attended
with Berious difficulties, as in some
places they are very shallow.
In a paper before the American As
sociation for the Advancement of Sci
ence, Dr. Haughton, of Dublin, dis
agreed with those geologists who be
lieve the earth and moon have
been gradually cooled from an in
tensely heated liquid mass to their
present state. According to his views,
the moon formed a part of the earth at
a remote period as calculated by Mr.
George II. Darwin but the earth it
self was originally formed by the aggre
gation of separated masses of meteoric
matter cast off by the sun and cooled
to about the temperature of inter
stellar space probably 460 degrees be
low the freezing poiDt of water.
The cause of malarial disease is said
to have been discovered by Professor
Laveran, a French physician at Val-de-Grace.
It is a very minute organ
Ism, named by him Oscillaria malaria.
M. Richard, who announced the dis
covery in the French Academy of
Science, has found the microbes in all
the fever patients of the Phillippeville
hospital in Algeria. These are lo
cated in the red blood corpuscles and
completely destroyed their contents.
They can easily be rendered visible by
treatment with acetic acid, but other
wise it is difficult to detect them in
the corpuscles. They look like a neck
lace of black beads, with one or more
projections, which penetrate the cell of
the corpuscle and oscillate or move
like whips.
Transfusion of Blood.
A touching instance of maternal
affection is recorded in a recent num
ber of a medical' journal by a Man
chester physician. Dr. William Walter,
of that city, was sent for to attend a
young lady who was dying from tho
effects of a severe hemorrhage. When
the doctor arrived his patient was
lying still and unconscious ; her faco
and lips wero blanched ; her eyes had
assumed that dull and lifeless appear
ance which only death, or its near ap
proach, can produce. Respiration was
scarcely perceivable, and the pulse could
only at intervals be felt. Dr. Walter,
whose experience of such cases is great,
knew at once that there was only
one chance for her, viz., transfusion
of blood from the arm of a healthy
person to the blanched limb of tho
moribund. The lady's husband cheer
fully consented to give his blood to
save his wife, but the mother would
not hear of it. Although she knew
the risk attending the operation, sho
begged to be the donor. Doctors are
not all made of cast iron, and this one
could not resist the entreaties of that
loving mother who offered her life's
blood at any cost to save her darling
child. While Dr. Walker was perform
ing venesection on the mother in an
adjoining room, and before he had time
to collect more than four ounces of
blood, his assistant acquainted
him that his patient was ap
parently lifeless. Who can de
pict the agony endured by husband and
mother during the next fifteen minutes ?
The physician hurried to the bedroom
to prepare the lady's arm for the re
ception of the blood. He found a vein
not without great difficulty isolated
it from the surrounding tissues, made
a small opening in its walls, and in
serted the silver nozzle of the injecting
apparatus. In from ten to twelve
minutes all tho blood was injected, and
almost immediately respiration became
distinctly visible and audible ; the
pulse returned to tho wrist, and in the
course of a quarter of an hour the in
sensibility gave way to consciousness,
and she was ablo to recognize her
friends. Her convalescence was steady
and uncomplicated, and within a
month she was able to walk out of
doors.
Tho magnificent Yellowstone park
is in danger of being rapidly destroyed
and its natural beauties defaced by
wantonness ami vandalism, unless the
government steps in to protect it. It
is said that tho first thing the foreigner
does after registering at tho Brevoort
house is to start for the Yellowstone
Park and needlessly shoot down scores
of its large game deer, buffaloes,
bears, antelope and mountain sheep.
Nor are foreigners always the chief
sinners in this respect. Many of tho
most famous Yellowstone geysers have
already been ruined by people who
amuse themselves by hulling immense
trunks of pine trees into them in order
to see tho water force them high in the
air. In many cases these logs have
stuck in the water apertures, and have
completely stopped the spouting. In
Wyoming the people are taking steps
to put a stop to such vandalism, and
tho wholesale slaughter of buffaloes
and other game by tourists.
X