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V*» X: *0 m m «.Vr mai ES M f » fV c « JL SÄ Net Volume xx. Helena, Montana, Thursday, January 14, 1886. No. 9 ^l^lilcchlyljcral.l. R. E. FISK D. W FISK, A. J. FISK, Publishers and Proprietors. Largest Circulation of any Paper in Montana - o Rates of Subscription. WEEKLY °HERALD : One Year, (in ndvanre).............................9® Six Months, (in advance)............................... " Three Months, (in advance)..........................■; 1 w When not paid for in advance the rate will be Four I>ollars per yearj Postage, in all cases. Prepaid. DAILY HERALD: City Subscribers.delivered by carrier,SI 50a month One Year, by mail, (in advance)..................?12 00 Six Months, by mail, (in advance)............... j* 00 Three Months, by mail, (in advance)........... d 00 —— o - ««-All communications should be addressedto FISK BROS., Publishers, Helena, Montana. Goodness explained and Rewarded. [Columbus Dispatch.) There once was a girl As sour as a churl, Rave when she knew Christmas was coming; And t!i in she was good. And at her tasks would Go 'round in her happiness humming. How kind to her pa, To her brother and ma! How genial and loving and pleasant Rhe was to her beau ! She wanted, you know. From each a magnificent present. They fathomed her scheine One night in a dream, And each gave her a package marked "Candy;'' On top sweets she found. But. shaking them round. The bulk she discovered was sandy 1 Pie Latest Craze. [Life.] We're not so fond of England, Or her pretty little ways. As once we were, and far briiiart We've left the British craze. "Tisnot the dainty French we love, Nor yet the dash of Spain, For Italy we never rave. They're all upon the wane. But now we look for fashions to Celestials, and we clap Our hands with joy whene'er we see An c ightten-earat Jap. The Maiden's Hint. [Boston Courier.] "What kind of fruit do von love the best?'' He questioned the maiden fair. "The juicy apple with rosy cheeks Or the sweet and luscious pear?" The gentle maiden smiled and said: "The fruit that pleases me Better than all the fruits I know Is the fruit of the Christmas tree.'' "Yawcot> Strauss" and Ills Motlier-in l.aw. [Charles Folien Adams In Boston Glolie.] Dhere vns many qveer dings, in dis laud off der free I neffer could qvite understand; Der beoples dhey all seem so deefrent to me As dbose in mine own faderland. Dhey gets hlenty droubles, und inlo mis haps. Mitoudt der- least bit off a cause: End, vould you pelief id? dhose mean Yangee chaps, Dhey tights mit dheir moder-in-laws! Roust dink off a vhite man so vicked as dot! Vhy not gife der oldt lady a show? Who vas it gets oup, ven der nighdt id vas hot. Mit mine baby, I shust like to know? End dhen in der viuter vheu Katrine vas sick. Und der mornings van shnowy und raw, Who made righdt avay oup dot fire so qvick ? Vhy, dot vas mine moder-in-law. Id vas von off dhose voman's righdts vellers, I been, Dhere vas nodings dot's mean aboudt me; Vhen «1er oldt lady vishes to run dot ma sheen, Vhy, I shust let her run id, you see. End vhen dot shly Yawcobvas cutting some dricks (A block off der oldt chip he vas, yaw!) Eef she goes for dot chap like some dousauds off bricks. Dot's all righdt! Slit's mine moder-in law. Veek omit und veek in, id vas alvays der same. Dot vornan vas boss off der house; Budt, dhen, neffer mindt! I vos glad dot she came, Rhe vas kind to mine young Yawcob Strauss, End vhen dhere vas vater to get vrom der spring End firevood to shplit oup anil saw She vas velcome to do it. Dhere 's not any ding Dot's too good for mine moder-in-law. It's Hough on the Worm. [Burdette In Brooklyn Eagle.) You may wraugle aud argue and talk and dispute From now till the end of the term, But you'll find it the truth, simple, plain, ab solute, It's the early bird catches the wenn. If you answer the rising bell back with a snore, Aud under the blankets still squirm. You may just as well sleep two or three hours tuore, For the early bird's gobbled the worm. The man who invariably misses the train The truth of my soug will confirm; He can qever sell goods on the road, it is plain, For the early bird catches tb# worm. Aud though you hate work, and are fonder of play, Ur though you feel weak and infirm, Just get up aud scoot round at breaking of day, For the joke it will be on the worm. Life: "Pat, what time is it?" "Oi don't know, Mike, but let's guess at it and then, beg orra, the man as comes furthest off can go out to the kitchen and look." Chicago Ledger: There is more joy in the boarding-huuse over one steak that is full ol juioe and withal tender, than there is over a whole cow that is stringy and tough. VANDERBILTS LIFE. HE WAS THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD, BUT HE HAD TO GO. Portraits of Himself anci Sons, With Illus trations of Tlieir Homes—Three Gen erations of Millionaire Van derbilts — "Son Bill." s w% X [Special Correspondenc».] New York, Dee. 16.—A few weeks ago a man who knew' William H. Vanderbilt saw him at the horse show. He was struck at once with something he saw in his counte nance and looked at him long and earnestly. Then he turned to his companion and said: "Vanderbilt has death iü his face if ever a man had. It is his color, the drawn ex pression around his mouth. I don't believe he will live three weeks." The man who said it was a Turkish bath superintendent. Vanderbilt had the greatest fondness for Turkish baths. He took them in season and out of season. In this way the man had become familiar with his appearance, just as with that of dozens of other prominent New Yorkers. Thus he has become familiar with the symptoms of dis ease aud health in <S the patients h e treats. The Turkish bath man at one glance knew more than the doctors WILLIAM H. VANDERBILT, did about the mil lionaire's conditions. He lived about three weeks longer than the prediction gave him, that was all. There arc doubtless some who have their ! own reasons for wishing that he had lived I yet three weeks longer. One topic of great j interest m New York at present is the pro ! posed entrance of the Baltimore and Ohio ! road into New York city through Staten Island, by a drawbridge over the Kill von Kull.. This is the strait that separates Staten Island from the New Jersey shore. At the very moment when death's hand touched him and he fell forward a corpse upon the carpet Vanderbilt was discussing this enterprise with Roliert Garrett, president of the Balti more and Ohio road. How exciting the in terview was nobody knows. It may possibly have hastened his death. The coats of the arteries in his head were brittle, and an unusual flow of blood would have burst them, as in fact happened. On Friday preceding his death he had com plained of violent pains in his head. He had suffered at intervals in the same way for years, and supposed the pain to be neu ralgia. The old commodore, as he was called— William H.'s father—never forgave his son for not being as splendidly endowed physically as he himself was. Old Cornelius was a man over six feet high, of magnificent brain and physique. He lmd the head to command aud the body aud the will to make himself obeyed. William H. was a delicate boy from the start. He was born May 8, 1821, at New Brunswick, N. J., where his mother keut tavern and did the cooking with her own hands, while his father commanded the little steamboat that ran up aud down the Raritan river between New York anil New Brunswick. From the old Dutch days the Vanderbilt family had flourished on Staten Island. They grew like oaks on the seashore, toughened by .he salt fogs, aud striking their roots deeper and firmer into the soil by the tossing of the winds. When William H. Vanderbilt's body was buried it was carried to New Dorp, Staten Island, where the family have lived since before the revolution. Cornelius No. 1, the founder of the family fortunes was Loi n here in 1794. r, v % nn THE OLD VANDERBILT HOME8TEAD. Cornelius Vanderbilt the First began life as proprietor of a sailboat which conveyed vegetables, fish and other produce from the island— S. I., as the New Yorkers write it— across the bay to the city. He was married at 19, and he and his wife scrimped and saved together as though the salvation of the world depended on it. At length he was owner of a fleet of sailboats, and had an in come from them of #8,000 a year. Thio would have satisfied most plain farm people, but Cornelius the First wanted the whole earth. His strongest intellectual trait, if intellectual it could be called, was his sagacity. He saw early that steamboats would sup plant sailboats, and began to trim his par ticular sails accordingly. He sold his line of coast vessels and hired himself out to Thomas Gibbons at #1,000 a year, as captain of the little Raritan steamer. Thus he learned steamboating, by the same system of scrimping himself and pinching other people, in the course of a few years. Time weut on, and once more "Old Cor netTs" sagacity snuffed a coming rovolution in the air. He saw that railroads would drive out steamboats, even as steamboats had driven out sailing craft. He became a rail road owner—the largest in the country. His plan was to buy a railroad, and then increase his dividends by the process known as "watering stock." Thus he won his mil lions. He watered the stock of the New York Central to the amount of 80 per cent the second year he owned it, and made #6,000,000 by the deal, carrying the money home himsMf at midnight one night. In course of time he was gathered to his fathers. It was a good long time, however. "Old Corneel" was 83 years old when he died. He was buried at New Dorp, S. I. He left #100,000,000 behind him, and he was fond of horses, whist playing aud swearing. William H. was No. 5 of his roaring old father's thirteen children. He had no edu cation to speak of, being put to work at an unearthly early age, in years where most mothers still wake their boys for breakfast with a kiss. W. H. got a good many more hard words than kisses. His father had a positive dislike to this oldest son lor years. The young man tried a clerkship in a bank ing house at #150 a year, bis father's wealth already mounting up to the millions-. The third year of this clerkship he received #1,000 salary, anil married Mary Kissexn. She was a gentle, unostentatious woman and remains so to this day. Of all the hard tilings that have been said of the Vanderbilts, not one has ever touched Mrs. AV. H. The young married people, W. IL and hla wife, went to living in a New York board -Oii n 3.-Ï »*dîÉP f vt I MÈMÈ W. H. VANDERBILT'S FIFTH AVENUE PALACE. ing house, paying #10 a week for both. Now a-davs so much as a newspaper reporter, who didn't pay more than that for his board, would be ashamed to tell w here he lived, and reporters are about the poorest paid persons in New York. But young Vanderbilt's health failed him just as he had an oppor tunity to become partner in the banking house. He was obliged to give up all his prospects. The commodore was in a high old rage. He habitually spoke of his sou as "that fool, Bill. ' He believed the young man would never amount to anything. In a fit of disgust he settled the pair on a seventy five-acre patch of barren ground on Stateu Island. It was a ]K>or enough outlook for a young clerk iu delicate health. But the one trait iu AA T . H. Vanderbilt's character that stands out prominently throughout his life is his submission to his father s will. He accepted his "lot 1 in two senses, and let himself be re tired to the farm. He did his liest there, with his unfarmlike bringing up and weak health, but could uot get on. He saw some money must I** sjH.mt on the land. He did uot dare ask his father in person top money, but through a personal friend he applied to the old man for a loan. "Not a cent," answered Cornelius the First. Then, for the only time iu his life, appar ently, W. H. did something on his own re sponsibility. He mortgaged his sevent}'-five acre farm for #6,000. With this he bought fertilizers, machinery, etc., and began im proving the place. He kept it from his father, knowing it would put him in a pas sion. But some busybody, to toady to the commodore, went to him with the whole story. The father asked "Bill" to take a ride with him behind his lightning trotters. Out upon the road he said: I m _ I — V llilfpi rv —*s m W. H. VANDERBILT S STABLES. "Is it true that you have mortgaged the farm for #6,000?" "Yes," replied the young farmer. The commodore went off into a passion at once. "You don't amount to a row of pins!'' he said; "you never did and you never wilL You won't ever be able to do anything except to bring disgrace upon yourself, your family and everybody connected with you. 1 have made up my mind to have nothing more to do with you." "Bill" apologized as best he could. He said the money was not for himself, but to make improvements on the farm. He was very sorry to have offended his father, but he had no doubt of being able to pay off the mortgages himself when they fell due. But the father raved and lectured and swore, and would not be pacified. AY. H. left him with feathers very much cut Next day, however, be received from Cornelius a check for #6,000 and an order to "pay that mort gage right away. " Just about that time it was that the old commodore remarked to an acquaintance that "there was something in 'Bill' after all." Presently he helped him widen out the boundaries of his farm till it included 350 acres. "Bill" justified this newborn confi dence so well that, it is said, he succeeded in getting #12,000 a year out of the farm. Hav ing lived on a farm myself, I may be par doned taking this fine story with some grains of allowance. Cornelius was better and bet ter pleased, and began to conclude that after all he might in time raise "Bill" to be a railroad financier. The sou was about 40 years old when his father thus took him to raise. He put him in training by having him appointed receiver of the Staten Island railway, a bankrupt little road thirteen miles long. In this capacity, under his father's j Cornelius Vanderbilt's tomb. eye, he was a success. It is probable, how ever, that the indomitable old mau by this time felt age creeping upon him, and real ized that he must leave some sort of head to the great railway system, even if it was no more than a sheep's head. He would have much preferred to take his railways and his millions with him into the other world, but since this was not permitted, he must get them in the best shape he could to leave them. Accordingly, "that fool Bill' 1 was taken quite into his father's confidence. And he did the handsome thing by him at last. Cor nelius planned; AYilliam executed obedi ently. This blind submission in even the smallest points is well shown by the story of how AY. H. quit smoking. It has been said that no Vanderbilt ever owned a yacht, in consequence of tough recollections of rowing ferry skiffs against the tide from Staten Is land to New York. This is a mistake. The commodore himself owned a steam yacht, the North Star, and took his whole family iu it to Europe in 1853. At that time AV. H. was an inveterate smoker. The old man de tested this habit. "Billy," said he one day on liiipboard, "if you'll stop smoking I'll give you a check for #10,000." "You don't need to pay me," said the son "If you want me to stop, that is enough." He was then smoking, but threw hLs cigar over the rail, aud never tou-hed another. It is hard to tell whether this childlike obedience was dictated by policy or not, but if it was it had its reward. AVhen the commodore died he left "Bill" a cool #100.000,000, cut ting the otoer heirs off with a trifle. His in justice to his daughters was much remarked nn. He always declared that women could not take care of money. In view of the fact that his own mother and first wife had largely helped him to get his start in the world, this view of the case is rather odd. Money increases, "like a snowball rolling down hill," somebody say3. AY. H. Vander bilt's snowball rolled down hill to such pur pose that it increased from #100,000,000 to $200,000,000. So far as is known, he was the liehest man in the .world, though there is said to lie a Chinese hanker with an unpro nounceable name at Canton, whose wealth is greater is-) jS- / than A'anderbilt's. pÿSmY Till 1878 the 200 X te "Skbv J millionaire lived in handsome, though plain style, on Fifth avenue, in a house his father bought for him. Then he began the erection of the william k. Vanderbilt, splendid palace in which he died. This mansion cost $3,000,000, aud is lielieved to be the finest private resi dence in America. It is at the northwest corner of Fifth avenue and Fifty-first street. To be sure of agreeable neighbors A auderbilt bought a block, aud built two palaces upon it. They are connected by a middle passage way, and occupy the whole west side of the Fifth avenue block between Fifty-first aud Fifty-second streets. Mr. A'anderbilt had nine children, eight of whom are living— four sons aud four daughters. He was always a good do mestic man. The head of the house, as in his own case,! will lie the oldest son, Cornelius! whose picture wl give. He was se lected as the chief inheritor of the railway man a g e - ment, if not of its wea 1th by his grandfather, "Old Corneel." He was Cornelius Vanderbilt. the old man's namesake and favorite, because he was said to look like his grand father. Thus there will be three generations of Vanderbilt millionaires aud railroad magnates. AA'illiaai K. is the second son. All the four boys except the youngest, George AY., hold important offices in the A'anderbilt system of railways. George AY. is devoted to books and hints that he will build up the greatest library in the world. All the children ex cept George are married. So f ar as is known, they are very happy in their domestic rela tions. et HI F TTf fcl m «y J *T * ; j \ . j CORNELIUS' RESIDENCE, children live in homes near their father's on Fifth avenue. Now that he is dead, the widow and the youngest son George will live alone iu the palace. To keep it going costs #200,000 a year. It cannot be other than very melancholy for awhile, even with the pictures. Of one of these Mrs. Vanderbilt said: "I remember the first picture that we ever bought. AVe paid ninety dollars for it, and were afraid to let our friends know how extravagant we had been. I have the picture yet, and there is more pleasure to me in look ing at it than all the Meissoniers and other great pictures in the house. " The picture to to which Mrs. A r anderbilt referred still hangs over her bed. One of the sights of New York is Vander bilt's stable. It cost without the land #60,600, more than even most wealthy New Yorkers' houses. AY alls, floors, ceilings and stalls are finished in polished cherry, ash and walnut. The stable is at the corner of Fifty-second street and Madison avenue, near his home. In 1881 Vanderbilt made the largest single sale of railroad stock on record. He disposed of 250,000 shares of New York Central to a syndicate. The money thus received he put largely into U. S. bonds, of which he owned #65,000,000. The largest gift he ever made at any one time was ^>00,000 to the New York College of Physicians and Surgeons, and he presented the obelisk known as Cleopatra's Needle to the city of New York. It is in Central park. WILLIAM K S RESIDENCE. Ais remains lie in a vault at the little Moravian graveyard at New Dorp. Eight years ago one of the giaut feiTy boats of the regular New York and east Staten Island line, the Southfield, conveyed the remains of old Commodore A'anderbilt across the bay to the island. Dec. 11, 1885, the same ferryboat performed the same offices for AYilliam H. Mr. A'anderbilt was building a splendid mausoleum in the little cemetery. It will lie finished in six months. Then his own and his father's bones will rest together within it. AYilliam H. Vanderbilt was the richest man in the world, and he seems to have lost a great opportunity. By one stroke of hij pen he might have given working people homes in the suburbs, and broken up the in fernal tenement house system of New York. He never made the stroke. A. J. Bothwell. The Power of an Old Song. [Chicago Ledger. 1 There is something about an old song that ricks a man up, body and boots, and carries hlm b ick to the long ago, when a dime looked as big as a barrel hoop, and no one can recall the days of childhood without being warmed with thoughts of good, and feeling sad re grets that those bright moments should have had an end. An old fiddle with a string missing will make a grandmother forty years younger in two minutes, if it happens to get in the neighborhood of a tune that was whis tled by a blue-eyed lad who no - " sleeps on the hillside under a willow, and the song of a young mother to the babe on her bosom, when the shadows of evening were lieginning to gather, have been known to bring tears to the eyes of a man who would dye his hands with the blood of a fellow being for two dol lars and a half. Music, divinest gift of the gods, what treasures have thy melodies not given us? AA'ith a mouth organ at his lips a young man may feel rich in soul without a cent in his pocket or a crumb iu his stomach, and with an old cracked piano at her tender mercy a young woman may flood an entire neigh borhood with memories so precious that death could have no terror, no matter in what shape it might eoine. Even an accordion as wind-broken as a preacher's horse may carry a Dutchman bigger than a woman's trunk from Mil waukee to Berlin in the twinkling of an eye, without putting out his pipe, and set him down in the midst of gla lness cheap at #100 a minute. The whistling of a school boy may flood the heart of an old maid with memories more precious than beaten gold, and a few squeaking notes on the bugle of a fish peddler may have power to make a mil lionaire feel as wretched as a tramp in a bath tub. The seethings of torment to ordinary mor tals that come oud of the end of a flute in the hands of a cold-blooded amateur across the way. will brighten the eyes of a man w'ith a beard of snow, reverse the wheels of life, ami carry him back to days deep buried with the dust of time. Once more he will l»e young, rolling in the haymow and sucking eggs on the sly. He may have won eminence aud lie honored of men, but memory holds the glass, and he sees a little barefoot, shock-headed liov, with holes in the knees of his pantaloons, drinking from an old moss-covered bucket a draught sweeter than lame, and he feels that fortune has no joy attainable by man equal to the pure delight of innocence iu easy-fit ting garments. Christmas Dassert. [Illustrated London News.) pm» J m m » j ! i | ; J : j j J I I An Unsatisfactory Experiment. [Dan De Quille in Carson Free Lance.) A miner living in the eastern part of A'ir ginia City has long been annoyed of nights by the braying of a donkey, the property of his next-door neighbor, a Chiuaman. Now, there ha« long lieen a tradition afloat that during the Mexican war our soldiers, who were terribly annoyed in the sama w-ay, made the discovery that when a donkey starts into bray he always elevates his tail, and if his tail is kept down he is so discem forted that he will not open his mouth. By tying rooks to the tails of all the donkeys of nights "our army in Mexico"' kept them silent So our miner the other night affixed a large stone to the caudal appendage of the Chinaman's donkey and retired to rest. All was quiet for half an hour, when the miner heard the donkey say '"yee," but went no fur ther. The miner was just congratulating himself upon the success of hLs experiment when the donkey—which was tied up near the south side of his cabin—gave another "yee 1" At the same instant came a crash of shakes and a fall and smashing of crockery, quickly followed by a most triumphant ' *yee haw, ick ee*hoo-e!" The donkey had at last succeeded in elevating his tail, but in the mighty effort required the rock had been hurled as from a catapult to the wreck of the miner's frail domicile. A HALF DOZEN SPOONS. Poetry vs. Cats. IHarper's Bazar.] "Mamina,'' said little Edith, "what do you suppose it was I heard crying out in the grass jilst now? Do you think it was the flowers I just cut the heads off of?" "Perhaps it was, darling." "No, it wasn't, mamma; it was my little kitty!" Room at the Middle. [New York Sun ] "Do you allow drunken people on the train P asked an old gentleman at the City Hall elevated station. "Sometimes, but not when they are too drunk," replied the brakeman: "jus' t take a seat in the middle of the ear and keep quiet, and you'll be all right." i*3 HYDROPHOBIA CURABLE? Newark Boys Who Are to Demonstrate the A'alue of Pasteur's Researches. [Special Correspondence.) New York. Dee. 16. —Since the arrival of Bartholdi's "Lilerty" no subject has attract ed such international attention as the sailing of the four Newark l*oys, now on their way to France to lie operated on by Pasteur, iu order to drive from their system the [»oison of hydrophobia, which they are supposed to have taken from an alleged mad dog. "Al leged'' is the projier word, for th doc or who postmortemed the dog that bit the children reported "that he had found no special indi cation of rabies, but he was jK»itive the dog was mad from the description of his ac tions." AVe. like the French, are a people that en thuse readily. AVhen the idea was broached to the French people that Bartholdi had pi inned a statue the largest ever conceived by man, th# thrifty Frenchman shouts a "bravo" and contributes a so i to the "mag nifique" idea: Our ]>eople are told that this is going to be the biggest thing out doors. They hurrah over it, and while they are cheering they hand iu #100,000 for a pedestal for it, while the monument that duty calls on them to erect to their army of the reliel lion commander goes a-begging, simply be cause his death prevented the enthusiasm which would enable them to accomplish most anything. Four little Newark urchins are bitten by a dog. Some one suggests they be sent over to Pasteur and be experimented on. The time seemed tc l>e ripe for such an idea to "take." It liecame epidemic. Collect ions were or taken up in the churches to de /*/->! ." l«X (SX ^ fray the expenses ol ' / the trip across the (s- ( —^5 Atlantic for the THE NEWARK BOYS, boys and their at tendants. Suddenly money poured in such abundance to the doctor having the matter in charge that he was compelled after a day or so to refuse any further assistance of that kind. Then the storekeepers vied with one another as to whom should [»resent the boys with the handsomest outfit of clothing. The choicest delicacies of the season were selected for the children to eat, aud a handsome carriage was provided to convey them about town. Fur ther, an edict is sent out by the mayor of Newark ordering all dogs to be muzzled or shot, so that it became a mighty uucom j fortable city', from a canine point of view, to ! say the least. The boys so suddenly famous, were seized individually and photographed at different times for the newspapers. Their engage i ments were so many that it was with con | siderable difficulty that they were secured in ; a group. Patrick Reynolds, the strongest J of the boys, was bitten very badly about the : hands, but the latter were healed sufficiently for him to engage in a fisticuff * ncounter with a neighbor's envions son, in which he j came off the victor. "Patsy" evidently does j not hold any enmity toward dogs, for he J dragged around with him up to the I day of his departure I that will likely Austin r ■*" fMy ' / \ iJtfrauu sT-'K ' y •-'jL \ Goliec lXX . / * • dered X he returns, se verely yellow eur be murdered ere Fitzgerald was most ar* 5 ** M ms « bitten about the hands, so much so that he was compelled to keep his left hand bandaged. He is the only scared boy in the grou p. AV i 1 liam I.ane is a tele graph messenger iHiy, to whom dog bites are no new ,,~p. , experience, he hav- /Wj i ing always looked 7 upon them as one of the necessary ac companiments of M. PASTEUR, his profession. He is also badly bitten on the right hand. Little Eddy Ryan was only slightly injured, and that through his clothes. He is only four years old, so his mother accompanies him to Paris with the in tention of looking after the other boys as well. Dr. Billings also accompanies them. They sailed on AYednesday last in the French steamer Canada, and the way they were dined before leaving renders it likely that their sufferings may be greater from sea sickness than they previously experienced from the dog bites. If it can be demonstrated by their trip that Dr. Pasteur has truly discovered • remedy for hydrophobia, then this enthu siasm will have resulted in proving one of the valuable discoveries of this century. Even among Parisian physicians there is considerable diversity of opinion as to whether Pasteur has yet accomplished that which he claims. Henri Rochefort in his paper L'Intransigeant treats Pasteur as the greatest charlatan of the age. These harsh criticisms are not without their merit, as they stimulate the great savant to pursue his investigations until he proves without doubt the genuineness of his discovery. The scare which this event has given New ark, may be judged from the doings of the authorities after this affair. Details of police men armed with lassoes started out and, after gaining the confidence of strange dogs, threw the lassoes around their necks and dragged the unhappy animals strangling to police headquarters. A large wagon was transformed into a cage on wheels, and a colored man was procured to follow with this infernal ma chine in the wake of the lassoing policemen and take the dogs on board. A policeman with a big revolver was stationed in the city stables, and his duty is to pour big bullets into the unhappy creatures as fast as their captors drag them in. T wenty dogs were lassoed yesterday and put to death, and be fore long a dog in the streets of Newark will probably draw a crowd. Among the six dogs which were supposed to have been bitten by the first mad dog B.nd which were kept alive iu cages to be studied, was a little black spitz. A few days after their imprisonment Dr. Runge, the city veterinary surgeon, who has been carefully watching the caged dogs, noticed that the black spitz acted queerlv. Before noon it showed almost certain signs of being mad. Its muscles twitched convulsively, it bit ner vously and at random at whatever ap proached, and refused water. Dr. Herold, president of the board of health, watched the dog w ith City A'eterinary Bunge, and both agreed that it would be rabid in a few hours. The five other dogs who are im prisoned and watched have as yet shown no signs of madness. The spitz dog was undoubtedly bitten by the dog that bit the children, and much relief is felt at the thought that the little ones are on their way to Europe, where everything will he done to avert the calamity hanging over them. Later the policemen were ordered to keep a paper box in their hands with a piece of meat containing strychnine. Dr. Pasteur is not an old man, being prob ably not over 55 years of age. His well trimmed chin whiskers are slightly gray, but his ha:r is still quite dark. He is not over five feet sei en inches high, hut is rather stoutly buiit. One leg is stiff. Hesiieaksno English. His speech is slow and distinct, and his hearing is unassuming and nasifwtv Entering hi* o®ee no# finds it tilled with patients who have come from all parts of Europe to be treated by him for bites of mad dogs. His assistants are l>u>-ily engaged treating ugly-looking wounds on the legs, arms and bodies of patiente while he stands by and superintends the wirk. The history of Pasteur's hydrophobia re searches, aud the opposition he has met with, is a duplicate of that which attended Jen ner s discovery of vaccination ninety years ago, and both are due to the principle iu medicine, that "like cures like," It had long been known that the miik-maids who having once had the cow-pox from their contact with cows, were uot liable to take smallpox. This led Jenner to the idea of inflicting the mild cowpox on us that we might es cale the more dreadful smallpox. Pas teur's discover}' differs from Jenuer s ia this way, that it is not necessary to inoculate every individual with rabid virus that they may b* proof against hydro phobia. He has found that if a victim of a rabid dog's bite is inoculated with a mild rabid virus, the latter enters immediately into the circulation, producing a mild and almost imjiercepüble form of madness, which render- inocuous the dreadful hydrophobia, which does not make its appearance for al»out six weeks, or sometimes years after the bite. Ir V u ty Pasteur's method of innoculation. Mr. Pasteur injects this mild virus with a hypodermic svringe into the skin of the left breast of the ; a'ient. and this is the way the Newark boys will be treated. He obtains the mild or attenuated virus by innoculating a rabbit with the virus of a rabid dog. From this rabbit virus is taken to innoculate an other, and so on. each one show ing less and less the hvdrophobiac symptoms: thus he can produce virus of any strength. AYhy one of these rabbits could not be sent to this coun try, and one of our able surgeons perform the slight oi»enition necessary on those New ark boys would not suit the dramatic French people. No: "the mountain must come to Mohammed" in this case, and for the sake of humanity let us hope the results may l»e suc cessful. Many of the French papers notice Pas teur's researches facetiously. One suggests that be exhibit his skill by an operation on Rochefort. Ladies have petitioned him to devote the remainder of his life to the eradi cation of another form of madness which is most virulent in their country, namely, jealousy. AA'hatever his after researches may accomplish, if he eau but prove that death from hydrophobia can be prevented, then has he already immortalized himself. 8. H. HorgaN. An Old Story Retold. [Lexington (Ga.) Castanet.] Some of the railways down this way are still a little shaky. The old Jerkwater line is especially loose in the joints. A commercial traveler who came in yesterday relates a lit» tie experience while bounding over the road. "AVe were whooping along," he said, "at the rate of about seven miles an hour, and the old train was weaving terribly. Passengers were rolling from one end of the car to the other. I held on like grim death to the arms of my seat. Presently we settled down to quiet running—at least I could keep my hat on anil my teeth didn't chatter. The conductor was in hailing distance. I looked up with a ghastly smile, wishing to lock cheerful, aud said: " 'A\ r e are going a little smoother, I see.' "'Yes,'said the conductor, 'we're off the track now.' " An Attempt st Consolation. [New York Sun. ) Young Mr. Featherly (to Miss Clara, whose little dog fell from a three-story win dow and was killed)—Ah— er— it's very sad, of course, Miss Clara, but you should console yourself with the thought that— er— it might have been much worse, you kuow. Miss Clara (weeping)—How e-eould it h-have been worse? Young Mr. Featherly (somewhat at a loss) — Er —well—ah—he might have fallen from a fourth-story window, you know. Didn't Know it was loaded. [The Judge.] An old gent who by purchase, inheritance or some legitimate means came into posset lion of a green cotton umbrella, and when abroad, whatever the weather, he was never seen apart from this article, which, by the way, he very highly valued. Oub day, as he was walking in the fields wearing the um brella as usual, he came to the foot of a ridge, the top of which was somewhat higher than his head. Just as he was about to ascend be heai'd footprints approaching on horse back, and glancing up, saw a [»lump rabbit skipping along on top. 'Thunder,' ex claimed the old gent, 'if this umbrella was only a gun I'd have rabbit stew tor supper,' and so saying he leveled the parasol at pus». At that moment a fellow on the other side of the ridgs, who was provided with a eure enough gun. banged away, and the littl# l»east dropped with the usual dull, sickening thud. The old man lowered his umbrella and examined it with mixed astonishment aud curiosity. 'AVonderful,' he exclaimed, 'here I've carried this darned thing tor eigh teen years and never knew it was lorded.' " The Good Old Version. [New York Sun.) "My dear," remonstrated a « ife, peering out from under rho bedclothes. "I do wish you v ould use the word 'sheol.' It sounds better." '•It may souml better at time«," replied her husband, who was noisily nursing his heel, "but when a man steps on a tack h« want« the old version."