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VOL. 19. NO. 20.
CHANCE TO REFORM
HOW WORRIED FATHER COM-
FORTED HIS HEART.
His Scapegrace Son, by Enlisting in
the Marine Corps, Was at Least
Safe from Misadventure for Four
YearsMay Yet Make His Mark.
He is regarded as the scapegrace
of the family, and both parents long
since despaired of him. Having de
spaired of him, the mother clung all
the closer to him, demanding suspen
sion of judgment. The father gave
him till 35 to come to his normal
senses and achieve fame, fortune and
family. After doing the United States
thoroughly, he spent two months in
Cuba, half a year in Yucatan, a fort
night in Panama, a month in Nica
ragua, a week Sombrero, three
weeks in Labrador, a year in Cape
Nome and seven weeks with the army
of Castro in Venezuela. In all these
trials and tribulations he managed to
keep out of jail.
One cold day he surprised his par
ents with the announcement that he
was to sail for Scotland on the follow
ing morning to make his fortune.
"Scotland?" gasped both in a
breath.
"Scotland," he said solemnly.
He named the ship he was to sail
on, and the parental blessing was con
ferred. No one thought of seeing
him off
Two da\s later the father, looking
o\er the list of arrivals of outgoing
steamships, saw the name of the very
one that the scapegrace had sailed on.
It as cabled trom Glasgow.
"What' Glasgow in two days," he
exclaimed, doing a war shuffle on the
parlor carpet "Something wrong
Su-ely that ship did not go by wireless
te'egraphy."
The mother said: "Never mind
what my boy said will turn out all
right. He may have taken one of the
turbine steamers
The father did not disturb her fond
imaginings
Next day Cardinal Gibbons came on
from Baltmore to attend some festivi
ties at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, and
our doubting father, having known the
grand old man from infancy, hastened
to join him in the yard. In tow of the
Admnal they -went out to see the re
\iew of sailors and marines. A com
pany of the lattei wheeled into posi
tion before the party, and the doubt
ing father's heart stood still. There
in the ranks stood the scapegrace,
with a grin on his face a yard wide.
My son a pi ivate in^
theMarine Corps!" he gurgitated.
The Cardinal inquired if be was ill
"Yes, father. Looklook there
my boy'"
The Cardinal, who had been ac
quainted with the boy from the time
when mother's little ray of sunshine
wore swaddling clothes, remarked
sotto voce. "Let him alone! Best
place for him
Not long afterward the boy went
aboard ship with his company and
,was next heard from when the cruis
er weathered the storm off the
Azores.
"Dear Papa," he wrote. "It ntts
been the fearfullest time of my life
*We have been on our beam ends for
*three days, and during that period 1
have been doing stunts with God
Your affectionate son," etc.
"Well, it nearly broke my heart at
first," says the father, "but my boy
is out of devilment for at least four
years, the term of enlistment. Maybe
he'll settle down after that and be a
prop for my old age."
The youth is six feet two and a
quarter inches, straight as a pine and
good looking He may make his mark,
and no doubt will. The best blood oi
old Virginia is his veinsNew
York Press.
The Rich Man.
He had a gem of wondrous light
"Whose ray would pierce the darkest
night
"Experience" his jewel.
He purchased it with blood and tears.
The sacrifice of wasted years
And with privations cruel.
Before his mortal race was run
He tried to give it to his son
'Twas scornfully rejected
He tried to give it to the world,
But every lip derisive curled
And none the gift respected
He had some goldits cost was small,
A market's fleeting rise or fall,
A cheaply bought concession
The harpies gathered round his bed,
Before his final breath had sped
And fought to gain possession.
Elaine McLandburgh Wilson in New
York Sun.
One of the Gang.
Stranger"Are you the superintend
ent of the X. Y. & Z. railroad?"
Official"Yes. What can I do for
you?"
Stranger"I would like a pass for
myself and wife."
Official"We only grant passes to
employes of the company."
Stranger"Well, Vm an employe.
I'm a member of the state legislature."
Asked and Answered.
"What is a prodigy?" asked the
boarding house landlady, as she look
ed up from a letter she was perusing.
"A prodigy," answered the wise guy
at the southeast corner of the table,
"is something rare. For example, a
rare steak would be a prodigy in this
hash dispensary."
Cause and Effect.
"You seem to be in a weak and ner
vous physical condition," said the
medical examiner of the insurance
company.
"No wonder," replied the victim.
"Tour solicitors nave made my life a
.burden during the past six months."
NOTHING TOO SMALL TO STEAL.
City the
Merchant Complains of
Prevalence of Dishonesty.
"The old saying that nothing is too
small to steal is exemplified in our
business," said a manufacturer of
custom-made clothing. "Our thread
gives us lots of trouble. We have to
keep a watchful eye upon it. The
case in which it is kept is under the
supervision of our most trusted em
ploye. If he chose to be dishonest
he could rob us of $5,000 a year and
we would be none the wiser. We
would, perhaps, notice that we were
using more thread than usual, but
the excess might be attributed to
other causes.
"We have to check out every spool
we give to our tailors. Even at this
we are in danger of having a cheaper
grade substituted. The difference in
the price of the spools may be only
one or two cents, but it offers a temp
tation if the scheme can be worked
on a large scale. Some years ago
we were forced to the conclusion that
a 'fence' was being operated to dis
pose of stolen thread. The spools
were sold by peddlers from house to
house. This suspicion caused large
establishments' to have each spool
stamped with dyes which cut into the
wood, stating that the thread was
stolen from such and such a shop,
the name of which was stamped on
the spool."
LAWYERS WITH ONE CLIENT.
They Are the Fortunate Ones of the
Profession.
The poverty of briefless barristers
is as proverbial as that of the
church mouse. It would not be an
unnatural mistake to consider a bar
rister with only one client hardly
better off than one with none. But
the modern "one client lawyer" is
usually a prosperous individual. Said
a man well known in the business
world some years ago to a friend: "I
want a young lawyer to put down at
a desk beside mine. I'll familiarize
him with my affairs, and then I want
him to keep me out of trouble The
counterpart of this lawyer, whose
duty it is to act as his own client's
ounce of prevention, may be found
in the office of many large concerns
He is often connected with trust com
panies, banks, banking houses, rail
road and other transportation com
panies and large wholesale mercan
tile houses. When a merchant found
himself a tangle, it was once th6
custom for him to go to his lawyer
for advice. The results were
written "opinion" and a fee. The
business man io-dgy jpbtaina_a laxsL-j.
year who shall work for him alone
Again the field of the general practi
tioner is narrowed.The World's
Work.
The Brindle Steer.
Oh, what has become of the brindle steel
Who lazily lolled the lot'
And the yoke he wore, with its wooder
pins-
Are these, and the wagon forgot9
Are all the old things of the other time
Engulfed in the shams of to-day'
Has the wind also, in its shifting course,
Blown these old idols away?
Oh, what has become of the brindle steer
Who toiled away the bog?
Whose muscles were taut, and swollen
with
The w*e!ght of the cart and the log*
But he chewed his cud, nor grumbled,
Nor faltered once in the day
Alas for the wind, in its shifting course,
Has it blown all these away?
Oh, what has become of the brindle steer,
And the big, tall man with the whip?
Swapped, alas' for a puff of-steam,
The sail and the shriek of the ship'
And the old yoke rots out under the shed,
The wagon has gone to decay,
For the wind also, in its shifting course,
Has blown these things away
Needed Something Stronger.
Bishop Potter is an enthusiastic
golf player. Some time ago he was
on the links at Saranac, accompanied
by a caddie who was himself a golf
er of acknowledged skill. The bishop
made ready for a mighty drive, and,
with one tremendous swing, he top
ped the ball. Of course, he was de
prived of the consolation which in
such cases serves to soothe the tem
per of the layman. All he said was
Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh!"
It was his way of relieving his feel
ings. Then he tried again. This
time he scooped up some cubic feet
of sod, and once more the sibilant but
inoffensive and ineffective protesl
escaped his lips. For the third time
the bishop teed his ball, for the
third time his driver missed the mark
and for the third time he unburdened
his oppressed soul as above. The
caddie could stand it no longer.
"Hang it, man!" he exclaimed, "sh
sh-sh-sh-sh won't send that ball where
you want it to go!"St. Louis Posi
Dispatch.
How He Declined.
LadyDoctor, I wish you would
call around to see my husband some
evening when he is at home. Do not
let him know that I asked you, be
cause he declares he is not sjck but
1 know he has consumption or some
thing. He is going into a decline.
DoctorI am astonished, but I will
call. What are his symptoms?
LadyHe hasn't any except weak
ness. He used to hold me on his lap
by the hour, and now even the baby
tires him.West Union (W. Va.)
Record.
Great Show*
Ernie"Mabel was engaged four
times down at the beach last sum
mer. She said it was a regular cir-
cus."
Edith"Sort of a four-ring affair, 1
suppose?"
Check on Intemperance.
The limit of a soldier's credit at the
canteen was 20 per cent of his oar.'
Apart from the utter obscurity sur
rounding the disappearance of the
wealthy and talented woman who is
the central figure of the so-called
"Moated Grange Mystery," which is
now occupying the attention of the
public in England, by far the most
striking thing about the affair is the
grim appropriateness of its'scene. The
ancient, forbidding manor house, sur
rounded by its canal of dull water,
standing in the midst of a property
neglected for years, buried in a deso
late country district, miles away from
the nearest village, was the place of
all places that a Wilkie Collins or a
Gaboriau would have selected as the
scene of such a tragedy as it is now
believed took place there.
To the Moated Grange, which stands
in Essex, several miles from the
sleepy little town of Clavering, came
with the man whom she believed to be
her husband Camille Holland, an elder
ly woman of wealth and rare gifts
an authoress, a musician and a painter
and from the Grange, after living
there for barely three weeks, she dis
appeared as utterly as if she suddenly
had returned to the original dust.
Of this, however, the outside world
knew nothing. The man at the Grange
went on living there. He took in the
letters that came for the vanished
woman. It was nearly four years ago
that Miss Holland disappeared from
the Grange, but ever since that time
the man, Samuel Dougal, has present
ed regularly at her bank checks sup
posedly drawn and signed by the miss
ing woman.
It is now believed that Dougal
forged these checks. Recently the
bank officials became suspicious at
never seeing or hearing directly from
the woman upon whose large account
her supposed husband was continually
drawing. The inquiries they set on
foot revealed that "Mrs. Dougal," or
Miss Holland, had disappeared long
before, and Dougal was arrested just
as he was attempting to leave the
country. He now is charged with
forgery and held on suspicion of a
graver crime.
Since the outside world learned the
story which has been whispered about
We think of the loop-the-loop as
something new. Here, however, is a
cut reproduced from L'lllustration of
Sept. 12, 1846.
An inventor named Clavieres set up
the "aerial centrifugal railway" to
demonstrate centrifugal force the
circle of the loop was about 13 feet
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ST. PAUL AND MINNEAPOLIS. WIN.. 8ATCBDAY.MAY 16 1903.
"Moated Grangfe" Mystery
That Has Stirred England
Complete Disa.ppea.ra.nce of WeaJthy and Talented Woman
Now Being Investigated Suspicious Circumstances in
tKe Case.
i
for the last three years in the rustic
neighborhood of Clavering, the atten
tion of the public has been fixed upon
the ancient and gloomy Essex man
sion, with its Old World "moat" and
its barren surrounding acres. The
police are now ransacking it from end
to endsearching for signs of the
woman who came to the Moated
Grange in such mysterious circum
stances. The evil-appearing moat,
which is spanned only by a single
bridge, has thus far been the object
of their chief attentions. It and still
another waterway connected with it
are known as the "subsidiary moat"
are at present being carefully drained,
and already two ghastly discoveries
have been made, the importance of
which, however, cannot be stated ex
actly.
On a little islet which rises from the
moat human bones have been found
half a pelvis, a portion of a forearm
and fragments of other limbs and in
a small outbuilding near the Grange,
half buried in a heap of rubbish, has
been found a human skull, without a
morsel of flesh remaining upxm it.
Tne police^ however^ do not feel cer
tain that these* are the remains of the
vanished woman, for the characteris
tics as well as the condition of the
Grange show it to be so old that these
remains may have been buried years
before Dougal and Miss Holland went
to live there.
The talented woman who has dis
appeared so utterly was 63 years old.
Born in India, she had made her home
in London for years, once living in
Maida Vale, next door to the house
occupied by Mary Anderson, the ac
tress. Miss Holland is said to have
been related to an English peer and to
a foreign prince. She had sung at
fashionable concerts, she had written
fairly successful novels. Pictures from
her own brush adorned the walls of
her London house.
Miss Holland and Samuel Dougal
met through a matrimonial advertise
ment. He is a man of middle age,
whose early career as a soldier was
a brilliant one. Its promise, however,
was not kept, and Dougal once before
has been in prison for forgery. Dou-
An Old-Time Loop-the-Loop
Looping the Loop in 1846.
in diameter. He used to place in the
cars glasses of water, etc. Sometimes
to amuse the spectators he would
place dummies in the cars, as-shown
in the cut.
Once only he allowed a workman to
make the trip, about 80 yards, doing
it in eight seconds. The name of this
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gal was already married when he met
Miss Holland, but it is thought he
must have told her he was free and
that he had gone through a mock mar
riage ceremony with her, as the wom
an was intensely religious and prob
ably would not have consented to live
with him without supposing herself to
be his wife. It was Miss Holland's
money which bought the Moated
Grange, though Dougal discovered the
place and decided to live there. This
was a few months after their "mar
riage."
Dougal refuses to throw any light
upon his "wife's" disappearance from
the Grange three short weeks after
she first entered it. But a servant who
lived with the couple and who re
mained at the Grange for a short time
after its mistress' vanishing, declares
that the man told her that "Mrs. Dou
gal" had gone away on a short visit
If she did she never returned it. Hei
dresses and all her belongings hav
remained at the Grange, and she has
not drawn upon her account at the Na
tional Provincial bank in London. No
word from her has reached her rela
tives, to whom she wrote constantly
until she went to live at the gloomy
house near Clavering. She simply has
vanished. And so the conviction is
growing that this woman of meanb
and rare attainments was done to
death within the shadow of the lonely
Grangeand for a motive that is not
far to seek.London correspondence
New York Press.
Where Courting Is Forbidden.
Courting between members of the
staff of the metropolitan asylums board
of London has been forbidden. A res
olution has been passed under which
"members of the staff when off duty
are not permitted to hold any com
munication with officers of the oppo
site sex." "We do not want our
homes to be matrimonial bureaus,"
said W. Crooks, M. P.
first man to loop the loop has, unfor
tunately, been lost to fame.
But Clavieres admitted that he got
the idea from England perhaps, if re
searches are made far enough we
shall find loop-the-loops are to b
found on Egyptian obelisks and As
syrian tablets.
fuSTORiCAl
RULERS AND THEIR TITLES.
LOVING CUP HAS A HISTORY.
Long Connection with Famous English
Men of Letters.
A loving cup with an interesting his
tory has come into the possession of
Sir William Treloar. According to
the inscriptions on the cup, it appears
to have been a present from Edmund
Burke to Samuel Johnson in honor of
the latter's stay at Beaconsfield in
1774 It then passed to Oliver Gold
smith, and on his death was given
"to David Garrick and members of the
Turk's Head club, as its fitting hold
ers, to be quaffed from by each mem
ber present at cockcrow hour appear-
ing." Thie club was a select literary
coterie and was founded by Johnson
and Reynolds in 1772, taking its name
irom an old coffee house in Gerrard
street. Now known as "The Club,"
and of small but exclusive member
ship, it favors a hotel in Trafalgar
square, London, when its occasional
meetings are summoned. The present
prime minister of England is a mem
ber.
Occasional Visitors.
A gentleman having an estate in the
Highlands, as he was going abroad for
some time, advertised the shooting to
let, and told his gamekeeper, Donald,
who was to show the ground, to give it
a good character to anyone who called
to see it.
An Englishman came down, and in
quiring of Donald as to how it was
stocked with game, first asked if it
had any deer. Donald's reply was
"Thoosands of them."
"Any grouse?"
"Thoosands of them, too."
"Any partridges?"
"Thoosands of them, too."
"Any woodcock?"
"Thoosands of them, too."
The Englishman, thinking Donald
was drawing the long bow, asked ii
there were any gorillas. Donald drew
himself up.
"Weel, they are no' so plentifu'
they jist come occasionally, noo and
agm, like yourself."
Narrow Escape from Death.
Fantastic escapes from death were
by no means uncommon features of
the Boer war. There was exhibited
some time ago in the museum of the
i Royal United Service Institution one
of Queen Victoria's chocolate boxes,
in the lid of which is still deeply im
bedded a Mauser bullet. To that
same collection there has just been
added an even more remarkable relic.
This is a silver cigarette-holder case,
which was struck by a bullet at a
distance of 1,200 yards while it was
in the pocket of a captain of the im
perial yeomanry. The curious part
about it is that the oftlcer was not
aware until afterward that he had
been struck, although the bullet also
pierced the sovereign purse and cig
arette case which he was carrying in
the same pocket.
Danger in Both Manias.
There are certain Americans who
are money-mad. They want to make
millions upon millions and make them
in a minute. There are a great many
more Americans who are maddened
by the thought that anybody should
have a million. Between those who
are trying to pile up and those who are
bound to tear down thore is a furious
combat, productive of numerous inci
dental casualties among the bystand
ers. Both parties have been driven
too fast and too far by their mania.
It is time tor them to get sobered and
take come thought about the common
interest.New York Times.
A Picture.
A sweep of skydeep blue
And pure white snow upon a frozen river
And fir-clad hills like sentinels, forever
Dark lined against the sky's bright hue.
A little sleepy hamlet, and a ridge
Of wharf above the frozen water.
Beyond them, down the river further,
A bit of roadway and a bridge.
And silence all around
The brooding silence of & dying winter.
When nature bends her ear to catch a
whisper
From springtime, stirring in the ground.
J. JU'J,
lpH E APPEAU^TEADltliAM
C-Iti* the organ of ALL Afro- Americans.
*5- lt is not controlled by any ringpr clique.
811 ask? np support but the people's.
ni European Monarehs Have Diff
Ways.of Signing Documents.
Although the late queen of the Britj,
ish empire was accustomed to use her
imperial title in signing public docu
ments"Victoria R. I."her son and
successor prefers the more simple
'Edward This preference was
especially noticeable in his coronation
messages to his subjects last year. To
the people of the United Kingdom he
signed himself "Edward R," but it
was "Edward R. I." to the people of
India and the colonies. Constitution
ally this was strictly correct, for the
titles act of 1876 stipulates that the
imperial dignity shall not be used in
Britain, but only in India. It is no
table and characteristic that the Ger
man emperor, who is emperor only by
reason of his position as king of
Prussia, puts his imperial rank first
and signs "William I. R." Sovereigns
always sign at the top of the paper
hence the phrase, "Given under our
hand and seal."
The reason is that no name may ap
pear above the royal one. When Louis
Philippe visited Queen Victoria at
Windsor they went over Eton Before
leaving their signatures in the visit
ors' book were requested. The bour
geois king wrote his name first. Eti
quette forbade her majesty to sign
her name below his, and, with the
readiest tact, she turned over a leaf to
write "Victoria at the top of the
paper. But the haughtiest signature
is that of the king of Spain, who dis
dains names, and signs himself "Yo
el Rey" ("I, the King"). The pope,
unlike other temporal rulers, always
adds his distinguishing numeral, "Leo
XIII."
$2.40 PER YEAR.
rONtf OF TOOTHPICKS
MUMBER MADE IS SIMPLY INCAL-
CULABLE.
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Millions Upon Millions Turned Out
from American Factories Every Year
and Immense Importations Come
from AbroadVarious Woods Used.
There is one article of manufacture
that is used so extensively in the Unit
ed States that no one has an idea of
the annual quantity consumed, name
ly, wooden toothpicks. According to
an expert the number is simply incal
culable. Millions upon millions of the
tiny wooden slivers are turned out
every year from American factories
alone, and oit top of this tremendous
output come importations from Por
tugal and Japan and other countries
nearly as large as the domestic prod
uct.
Most of the American toothpicks
come from Franklin county, in Maine,
near the forest home of the white
birch, out of which 95 per cent of the
domestic toothpicks are made. This
wood is soft and pliable and of admir
able resistance for the purpose for
which it is used. Whole mills in Maine
are devoted to supplying the country
with toothpicks, and in the industry is
to be found some of the finest and
most intricate of machinery. So tre
mendous is the output of these ma
chines that in a brief season, during
the spring, enough toothpicks can be
made to supply the markets of the
entire country for the year to come.
A further idea of the capacity of
the machines may be had from the
fact that only 100 men are necessary
to operate and run all the mills in
Franklin county. Other mills of this
kind are scattered throughout Penn
sjlvama and Massachusetts and west
ern New York, but the real home of
the toothpick is Maine.
White birch is not the only wood
used for the domestic toothpick, maple
and poplar are employed as well, but
birch has the property of retaining its
forest odor and sweetness.
The felling of toothpick trees is only
Incidental to the regular lumber work
of the Maine foresters. No especial
men are sent out to hunt up suitable
trees. But whenever the foreman of
a gang of woodsmen comes across a
tree especially adapted to toothpicks
he orders it felled and laid aside. The
blanches of the tree are then trimmed:
and only the trunk itself is transported
to the mills. There the bark is skinned
and the naked trunk is run through a
machine which severs in inUx.x,oti*eJfr
"Veneers" is the technical expres
sion for thin strips of wdpd no thicker
than a piece of blotting reaper and no
wider than the length of a toothpick.
Once the trunk has been cut into*
these sheets of wood, only one processr
remains to turn out the toothpicks
fit for packing and shipping to market.
The veneers are fed into a seconds
machine supplied with sharp, rotary7
knives that whirl at tremendous high,
speed, snipping the veneers into tooth
picks at the rate of hundreds of thous
ands an hour.
It is only the so-called "fancy"
toothpick that is net made in thia
country. In Portugal, from where
most of the orangewood picks are im
ported, the sticks are sharpened by
young girls, who, in return for turning
out "picks" are paid three cents a day.
The Japanese toothpicks are made
of fine reeds, and are distinct from.
those sent to this country by the Por
tuguese manufacturers. A Japanese
toothpick is delicate and thin as tis
sue paper, and nevertheless strong
and pliable. The Japanese toothpick
maker earns even less than his Por
tuguese fellow-craftsman, his remuner
ation being but a fraction more than.
two cents a day. In short, 1,000 tooth
picks may be bought in Japan for as,
much as it costs only to pack and box
5,000 of American make.New York
Times.
Not Deserving of Sympathy.
When we hear of some traveler
who has been impoverished by sharp
ers on an ocean steamer we feel rea
sonably sure that he broke into their
game expecting to rob them Either
that or he is an idiot pure and sim
ple. The case is obviously a case
of the biter bit. We waste no emo
tion upon theBe alleged victims. A
fool and his money are soon parted
why need we trouble ourselves as to*
the details? It is a perfectly safe
assumption that in nine cases out of
ten the fellow who loses his money
hoped and expected to get the better
of the others. He was not looking
for congenial companionship, and*
when the would-be spoliator is des
poiled he appeals to no sense of pity
or indignation in the hearts of honest
and enlightened men. Nobody cares
whether he gets fleeced or not. No
body ought to care.
Arithmetical Puzzle.
She jilted me and scorned my suit,
A maid of summers twent},
A fair coquette with roguish eyes,
Who had of lovers plenty.
I turned my steps and rushed away.
And vowed that I'd forget her,
And once again as happy be,
As if I'd never met her,
though \ears and jears have pasee*
feirce tht-n
Though I'\e hiid sweethearts plenty.
Aiy earliest ideal love
To me still seems but twenty.
And strange to say, when yesterday
I met this maid and told her
My foolish fancy, she but frowned.
And claimed to be no older.
Rather Puzzling.
The baby had been bawirajr fdr
three long hours.
"Mamma," said little OstendV "dO'
babies comes from heaven?"
"Yes, my son," responded maxamau.
"Well, bow can they
land of. peee'?"
call it 'the

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