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u:« ^^Isrtpvi Journal ^bj&V I.s ^ f e k l. Jb/wTV- ',. P&fo? \ CVvv>Ii\ t e r fir l i t ' s r - - i' I k * xi f\ ■'■i — -'f'-, •* © % I f e v ’ • * l i f e “i t e r i f e j : ' H .' LS^viPublisher ISMAY. •o MONT; .Prosit on the ragweed la poetical enough,for .hay fever sufferers. There is. only, one thing wrong with Indian summer. That is its brevity. Mount Wrangel is in an eruption. -Wonder if 1t’s a political disturbance. Aeroplane rides can now be had for $1 apiece, ambulance charges not in cluded. It is announced spreads the measles, of stunt, isn’t it? that sneezing A measley sort Six girls constitute a \crowd a© cording to the Harvard library rules— or three companies, to be exact Before long, says scientists, we’ll be making eggs from air. Hope the air won’t have to be foul, though. The death of a “living skeleton” is reported by a foreign paper, no doubt due to one of the ills that flesh is heir to. A Chicagoan was crushed to death under a radiator he was installing against the coming winter. Another heat victim. An Englishman has been imprisoned because he couldn’t pay his wife’s debts. Bet it Isn’t a title married to an American girl. The Nfew York board of health wants to probe beef stew. What has the New York board of health lost that it expects to find? Now comes word from manufactur ers that women are wearing larger stockingB. Probably due to the fact that Christmas is coming. Perhaps aviation is advanced by the sacrifice of men, but what is aided by the broken knee caps and cracked skullB of football players? An inventor has manufactured an umbrella that will net turn inside out. If he could make fit thief-proof, he might accomplish something. English military authorities have discontinued the use of the aeroplane. England has a big Standing army, but it couldn’t stand the depletion. This washing of old blllB is all right But what la a, man going to live on when he’s Sent his week’s salary to the government laundry? Bavaria haB passed a law that a/ man may not kiss his wife on a rail road train. Only those of the male sex are allowed to kiss in Bavaria. An Indian woman haB Invented a muffler which, Bhe claims, will render crying babies Inaudible. Ought to be tried on some autos and motorcycles. Using dynamite as an argument is not advisable, as experience teaches that it destroys the premises and therefore undermines the conclusions. A court of appeals has decided that tipB are personal gifts. Wonder if the court also considered the amount of moral courage required to refuse ’em. A Moscow merchant dropped dead when he lieard that $350,000 had been stolen from him by his brother. Steal ing $350,000 must be unusual in Mos cow. Man, according to a scientist, 1 b losing his memory. Bet thoBe statis tics were gathered by him during some of the investigations of the trust magnates. A coroner’s physician of New York City shut off the Judge’s wind to show him how a murder was committed What happened to the coroner's physi cian is not reported. A boy haB JuBt been killed by a gun supposed to be empty, but which had been really loaded for 42 years. These empty-loaded guns seem never to get too aged to do business. Enemies of the hobble Bklrt come to the fore with the announcement that they reveal knock knees. Why don’t thejr claim that they make ’em? It would he a better weapon. A Rhode Island doctor’s dictum that a baby is worth $90 at birth will be de nied with wrpth and scorn by every fond mother who 1 b firmly convinced that her particular darling should be rated in the billions. A Brooklyn Judge decided that it was not cruel treatment for a wife to throw the breakfast dishes at her hus band. He probably went on the well- known fact that a woman never hits anything at which Bhe aims. 7A Judge haB held that a parlor is a proper, place for courting. Evidently - heT;hever livedcin a boarding house. a*long term for v V ^ . v / ^ - 1 ^ 3 V i l o W i o a • o n / a r t f a t ' o ■ TTirwlnl searmwait *3 *’ L Famous Fortress Restored prayer did she move her lips and say, “Jesus, have mercy on me” Some three or four times did thq invalid leave for a moment her bed, on which all the rest of the time she lay in a crouching posture with the bedclothes drawn up over her head. It 1 b said that her whole nourishment consisted of two cups of milk a day. When her mother died Caroline muBt have been conscious to some extent of the fact, for she burst into tears, though otherwise no chafige was no ticeable in her condition. After the mother’s death a brother undertook the charge of the sleeping girl and her food, but after two years he was drowned, and this sad' event occa sioned a second violent fit of weeping. The care of her then devolved upon a housekeeper and Caroline seems to have shown more intelligence and sharpness in noticing her presence It began- to be noticed that her hair was always kept tld,y and that her nails did not exceed the usual length. As the result of an experiment in leaving her alone i!or some hours of the day a suspicion arose that her trance could not have been so complete and un broken as formerly. At last there was no doubt about it. Food disappeared mysteriously. A few months later Caroline sud denly asked for her mother, and when her brothers hurried to her side she waved them away, saying, “You aren’t my brothers; they were quite small.” From that moment she was a different being. The trknes had ceased and left her quite well and hearty. The most careful examina tion failed to reveal to the doctor the slightest trace of weakness or of ' mental defect, rine remembered ev- i scy detail of her early life, but showed ' © -great reluctance to speak about her ■ fVlivess. The restoration of the abbey and fortress of Mont St. Michel, on which the French government has spent money lavishly for a number of years, is now completed, and the famous mediaeval Island in the Bay of Cancale, which attracts tourists from all over the world, is now good for another thousand years or so. The Island has played a famous part both In romance and his tory, and was the only fortress which held out against the English when they overran northern France. INDIAN “COP” WITH SUNSHADE iWe^can^equal'Jt' i*ight’'her® {fij Hows about 'thatVautf-tipplng c> m . eh * Jrt The police of India believe in mak ing themselves aB comfortable as pos sible when on duty, tihnee the device shown in the illustration. It is a sun shade fastened to the policeman’s belt and protects him from the glar ing heat of midday when he muBt be out in the open. SPENT 32 YEARS IN TRANCE MARVELS OF LONDON LIFE The Immensity of the world’s great est city is strikingly illustrated by the facts and figures published recently In a report on London life issued by the London council. It is estimated, for instance, that £1,400,000 1 b paid every week in rent, and £420,000 In rates, while for the privileges of keeping about 180,000 dogs Londoners pay £61,000 a year in carriage and motor licenses, while altogether no less than £1,000,000,000 worth of property belonging to Londoners is insured. It is remarkable that while 50 years ago only half the people living in London were born in the capital, to day we are approaching the time when three-quarters of the population of London are natives, the figures be ing 668 per 1,000. Most people are under the impression as they notice the new streets of houses springing up in all directions in the metropolis, that London is growing bigger every day, but, as a matter of fact, last year '£5,000,000 less was spent on house building than in 1902. There are 7950 weddings in London tevery week, while the weekly average number of inquests I b 100. No fewer than 53,000 drunkards are convicted in 12 months, while postmen deliver every day 4,000,000 letters, postcards, circulars and newspapers. There have been several cases of long sleep quite apart from the cele brated sons of Ephesus and Rip Van Winkle. One of the most remarkable was the long Bleep of a German gov ernment official named Arnhelm, who had an accident in which his head was injured in 1904, and falling asleep was still unconscious four years after ward and may be sleeping still. But the most interesting example tvos that of a woman, Caroline Ols- ~ son, living in the little island of Oku«, off the coast of Sweden, who fell asleep in 1875 and did not wake up till 1907. Dr. Froderstrom of the Salpetriere asylum in Paris has made a detailed examination of her experi ence and now publishes the result of his inquiries in the asylum Journal. It seems that “the sleeper of Okuo” was born in 1861. The first fourteen y”!ars of her life was passed In per fect. health, although extraneous dif ficulties prevented her from attending school. It was not till just before her fourteenth birthday that she received any schooling. At the following Christmas she fell 111. On the all-eventful day she came home from the school, which was three miles off, and complained of toothache and Indisposition and was put to bed. A very few hours later she fell into a trance, uttered no word, seemed to hear , nothing and showed no trace of feeling anything when needles and such like things were run into her arms. For thirty years and more, according to her mother’s evidence, Caroline remained in this condition without a sign of change. Only once .in reply to the despairing cry of her mother for a CHICKEN EATS LIVE SNAKE Grown Sickens and young pullets have been known to eat almost any thing that crossed their path, when hungry, but it was supposed that snakes were no* included in their daintier until a *fww days ago when a pullet at Clay C?*.y, Ind., topped off a l‘cai^7 b-eakfaot by swallowing a Ion to gwter snake While it was alive. The -•.nake appv-irc'i in the chicken yard while the ttf-xls •tvere being fed. Several chickenc pecked the snake and it started bajs tp the bushes when the pullet left its iS^nl of corn and chased it. The reptile attempted to fight the pullet but the ^Fllet soon put a stop H j the fight by s’vA'lowinj the snake. NAPOLEONS VILLA ON ELBA Napoleon’s villa on the island of Elba haB just been sold by auction at Rome to Prince Camlllo Ruspoll for $60,000. Among the conditions of sale, is an obligation on the part of the purchaser to maintain the villi in. proper order and to preserve a?l the souvenirs of Napoleon, including the furniture of his time. CAT KILLS A BULLDOG A large Angora cat owned by Mr». Harry Lindley of Venice, Cal., attach ed and killed a full-blooded English bulldog, owned by J. C. Fromeyer, at Venice. Within two minutes the bull dog, bleeding and helpless, fell upon the sand. The cat then leaped upon the dog’s head and with claws and teeth severed the animal’s Jugutor vein. Drying His Father’s Rones # A H f j x *v ODD FENCE MADE OF SHELLS A unique fence of shells may be seen in St. Petersburg, Florida, and incloses the premises of Owen Al bright. The Idea originated with the owner,.and he did the work himself. The framework of the structure is of iron meshing, and on this is plas tered cement While the cement waB still wet every shell . was carefully .placed by hand. Two-hundred thou sand shells; were used in the making ,of;'this peculiar fence, and over 40 ^Varieties \were brought into use.' Many •of I'thie shells ^retain their pristine col- ' or-’ The idea is ian original oua, indeed, •and the result la effective. ..... j ;>• Romance in a Lady’s Shopping Bag. * * i « i\ - H *■+ ff The burial customs of various peoples'are^an interesting subject:of\studj| and some, of them^are-moat peculiar.^The, Andaman J8landers,-.for lnstancov drop the bod|es\6f parents Into'jthe sea at the^nd^of/ropes^leavs them there until \nothing; but bones remain,'and-then gather the bones together and hang them from^thV roofs of their huts^lriTthe-m^ natives it aesn .watcnlng the fire above \, K;: 7 ’ By BRYANT Z. C. ROGERS. \And as for Royal being in loye,” eiad the widow Rexford, to the caller, “it is “not true, though I wish it were. I should dearly love to know that he was settled down in hlB own home.” “But he is not a cynic?\ * \Oh dear, no. It is just .that—that —well I can hardly explain. He wants rousing up, as. it were. Admiring, oourtship and marriage seem prosy events to him. There will have to be adventure with his falling- in love.” Royal Rexford, only son of the widow, had reached the age of twenty- four without ever having fallen in love. It couldn’t even be Bald-that-he bad flirted. He could waltz and play bridge and render himself agreeable at “afternoons” and week-endB, but it Btopped there. He didn’t favor wo man suffrage, and he didn’t say a word against It It was „ust that he was not Interested beyond a mild and par donable curiosity. His intimates of ten wondered what would arouse his emotions, but they had waited in vain. On a certain afternoon Mr. Rexford left New York for Hartford. He was neither elated nor cast down. He didn’t care whether he went or stayed. He didn’t care whether he went be yond Fall River or got off there. Every chair in the car was taken, but he didn’t care to size up his fellow- passengers. In an Indifferent sort of way he acquired the knowledge that there were three or four young ladies among the travelers, but what of it? There were also ladies and fat men and lean men. Mr. Rexford passed most of the time in reading. When he reached journey’s end he was in no rush to leave the car. It thereby happened that he was the last one out, and aB he passed down the aisle he saw a shopping-bag reposing in one of the chairs. They have been left behind hundreds of times by hundreds of wo men. According to rule and law and several other things, Mr, Rexford should have paBBed on and left the porter to find the hag and turn it in to the lost property office. If not that, then he should have turned it in him self. But Mr. Rexford didn’t do any such thing. The sight of that bag with its silver “M” on the side aroused a faint Interest in his breast. It seemed to Bay to him: “PleaBe take care of me,” and he walked out of the depot with the hag cuddled up under his arm. He expected to meet the loser any minute, but she did not return. The treasure went with the finder to a hotel for the night, and reached Now York with him the next day. Most persons would have opened that bag within an hour, but Mr. Rex ford didn’t. He 'waited until his re turn, and then he only took a peek— Just enough to discover a roll of false hair and a powder-puff. There were other things further down, but he kept hands off. Mr. Rexford had not Intended to appropriate anything. What he meant to do was to find the owner, hut in his own way. That way was by ad vertisement in the papers and when it came out it read: “Found, on the Hartford train, on the 29th, a ladieB* shopping bag bear ing the initial ‘M.’ Address Box 42.” The brief advertisement was placed in four papers, and the loser would be almost certain to Bee It. She did see it. She lived Just outside of Hartford, and would be greatly obliged, and so' forth. Mr. Rexford didn’t follow the usual mode of proceduro in such cases. He was not a bit curious, hut with that bag nicely wrapped up in scented pa per he made his way hack to Hartford and to the surburb where was located the home of the loser. It was so kind of him, said the spinster of forty, and It was so careless of her. Her name was Morgan, and that accounted for the Initial. Excuse her for a mament, pleaBe. Miss Morgan left the room to Inspect the bag, and when she re turned she fairly threw It at Mr. Rex- ford’s head along with the exclama tion “Sir, you are no gentleman!\ “What—what is it?” “I -repeat it, Bir, and if my brother were here you would have to pay for this insult!\ “He is here, sister!” replied a deep voice from the front hall, and in walked a man lcoking for trouble. “Really, I don’t understand,\ said Mr. Rexford. “Then take time out on the corner to think it over,” answered fhe broth er; and he threw the caller out doors and the hag after him. There was a mistake somewhere, and Mr. Rexford • began tb feel the emotion of curiosity. There was no mistake about his having landed in a heap at the foot of the steps, but why 1 should Miss Morgan’s hag haye fol lowed him? He had come all the way from New York to restore it, and now she would not have i t It‘was noluse to ring the bell and ask for explana tions. The brother lingered- in the hall and had his coat off. Mr. Rexford did the right thing by returning to New; York and discovering-\another; tetter in answer to his' ad; This; ain- swer,was from a Miss Merritt, and loi: she also 'lived-, near-Hartford and' .was entMed > would^thlnk/her. a yery/.c^etessfgirl,, and:‘sh'e .yfould'iadmit she;wM,iibut(M' discover'toaVtherejwere few/Honest, •peopteif'Btili^ j^tting;theltroihle she would;put him- in advance, hefmight .express the /bag to—j^r-and'so forth; \V* ~ »v . ' 7 - MariyTmen-would have done so and said the- matter could go -hang; ’ but Mr.* Rexford: didn't A faint'sniff of romance was in the air. Ho was aware of'emotions.,'to which he. had heretofore been a total stranger. Back he went to’ Hartford.7 It was /'eight o’clock in the evening when-he-gazed' Into Miss Merritt’s, eyes and wondered whether^she was fifty-five or sixty; Simpers and so glads! So sorry ha- had-gone to all the-trouble he , had. She,\was sure that he was one man out of a thousand. She had read of suchi gallant actions in bookB, but never ex pected to meet the hero of thqjn- Sh»- had hesitated to write him, not know--' Ing but he might he a confidence man,, or want a missive from her to levy- blackmail. she now saw that she had' ^wronged- hiin and must beg his par don a million times over. Once she- had written a letter to a man about- investing In silver mine stock, and in her - ignorance of the wiles of the world she had poured out her heart so effusively that it had cost her $300 to get her letter back. It was because of this sad experience that she had written so formally to Mr. Rexford. Now that they had met and he had seen her and Bhe had seen him, she was sure he would forgive. Yes, Mr. Rexford would forgive. He would even praise her maidenly dis cretion, but waB that her shopping hag? Shopping bags with the initial “M” on them were bo numerous that a mistake was easily made. Oh, there was not a doubt in the world about ownership. That bag had called up too many sad thoughts for her to be mistaken in it. It had been a gift from a dear friend—a very dear friend. Indeed, phe was not ashamed to admit that she and that very dear friend had been betrothed only the week before he had been run down by an auto. Yes, she had loved and lost, but ----- . “Will you please make sure of the bag, Miss Merritt?” She opened it and plunged in her hand and thn stood up and shouted: “You bold, bad man!” “What is it?” “Here—take it—go! I was right in thinking you a scoundrel of the black est dye. Oh, If I were only a man!” When Mr. Rexford got back to New York he had the bag with him, and he found a third letter awaiting him. The bag, so the writer said, was care lessly left behind when she left the train at Hartford, and she would be only too happy to pay any costs and get her property back. Mr. Rexford started on his third journey. He was sure of the curiosity and romance now. . He found Miss Merriweather at home. He found her petite and amiable. Almost her first greeting was a laugh aB Bhe saidi “The whole family will feel re lieved now.” “Sure it’s yours?” “Of course. Here’s some false hair for sister—a bottle of hair-dye for mother—a pipe'and tobacco for father—a jimping-jack for hub, and—” “My card tellB you that I am Mr. Royal Rexford, of New York.” “Yes.” “And I want to—to ----- ” “You want to see father?” “No—er—nor. That is not just now hut soon!” Miss Merriweather puzzled a mo ment and then the blushes came. She didn’t exactly know what she was blushing for, but she keeps It up as often as Mr. Rexford lands in Hart ford, and that is once a week. And his mother has had to explain to sev eral friends: “Oh, yes, there can be romance in a lady’s shopping bag as well as in saving a maid from drowning.” (Copyright, 1912, by the McClure News paper Syndicate.) Season on One Golf Bail. To the ordinary golf enthusiast whose expenses for lost balls are us ually the chief items unless he he a liberal patron of caddies or the club veranda, the feat of a member of the New York Newspaper Golf club may Beem miraculous. This man began playing at Van Cortlandt park as soon as the grounds were opened last May, and he started the season with three balls. One of them was immediately “borrowed” by a friend. The second was stolen the next day by a prowling youth, who made off before the owner could recover his property. This left the golfer with one hall. Although he never failed td play at leaBt five days a week since May 15, this man still has the Identical ball with which he began the season and with which he has done all his playing so far. As a result of careful,playing the ball is not “sliced” or cracked, and a good wash every two dayB and a coat of white enamel make the veteran piece- of gutta percha look like new. Same Old Discontent, ,A recent English traveler in Balu chistan had from a holy man in that country a story about MoseB which does not appear in the Scriptures, yet which- has its pertinence to this mat ter of politicians proposing to do away with all the evils of the human lot, BayB the Century Magazine. The pat riarch was sitting in bis house very sou, and the Lord said to him: “Prophet Moses, why art thoii caBt down?”;' - “Alas!’’ said he, “I see s© many people sorrowful.' Some are un clothed, wad some axe hungry.' I;pray thee make; all ;happy and/, contented.” The. Lord promised it , sh'qnldr be ;so:., ' -But ;t.soon; - Moses ;vw as^ak^‘fc‘ffisc6n- ’ soiate, mad once more 'thevLord asked: the: cause. “Lord,”. v6ried-tlie, prophef,% ’ fallen Mown,1::mdinolmdyi.wi^:W^ ing/theinselyes.” to- - 'dof$U!I^^-:make.the/^ple as-tbsjr i- • \j. , f - f \ ^ t „ 1 -71 7^- -’l l ■m - tf i m 4 1 1 M l -Ml a--:$jffi|
