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“Old Kenesaw is dying!”
Had some careless attendant left a
door or window open that winter morn
ing and allowed the bitterly cold wind
to sweep through the corridors and
wards of the great hospital, there
would have been no more shuddering
among the hundreds of patients than
was caused by this whisper, passed
rapidly from cot to cot, from nurse to
nurse, speeding across to be dissemi
nated among the hundreds of students
in the adjoining buildings,
i# “Old Kenesaw is dying!”
The attending physician, summoned
hastily bj the alarming symptoms, had
stopped but a moment to hand his
■Snow covered cap and ulster to the re
ceiving nurse. A glance into the con
torted, agonized face of the venerable
patient, a touch of the pulse, the brief
est study of the paroxysms that were
but the surface Indications of the ter
rible torture within, and the doctor
turned away with a look of utter de
spair and helplessness.
/*■ “No hope, doctor?” The head nurse
had witnessed other death struggles,
and It Is said that nurses become inur
ed to such scenes. But the girl’s inter
pretation of the doctor’s manner left
her presenting a picture of abject mis
ery. “Oh, dear, dear, to think that
kind Old Kenesaw must suffer so!”
Through her wet eyes she looked at
the poor, wasted old body writhing and
twisting upon the cot. “Oh, doctor, if
you are quite sure he cannot recover,
is there no way—can’t you make the
end less painful?”
t Dr. Blank had turned away from the
scene and was looking vacantly out of
the window. If he made no immediate
response to the nurse's appeal, it was
because he was revolving the same per
plexing problem in his own mind. Al
though he had grown gray in the hos
pital service, Dr. Blank was for the
first time face to face with a most vio
lent case of angina pectoris, but he
recognized it as hopeless beyond all
>human means.
What could be done to ease Old
Kenesaw in a losing struggle with
death? The battle could eud but one
way, and It was tearing the very
heart from the victim and subjecting
him to the worst torture man can ex
perience.
. Aside from the moans of the dying
man the little room was quiet. The few
seconds that the doctor stood there
poniering seemed an age to the nurses
and the internes, who first glanced in
sadness and terror at the patient, then
in appeal to the silent man at the win
dow. Presently the doctor’s dark,
hopeless countenance changed, and
hope was discerned in his quick com
inand:
“Send for Ainsley. Take my horse
and buggy and get him here quickly
\ns possible.”
Then, as an interne hastened through
the hall to carry out these instructions,
the sad news spread over the great
buildings, whispered by nurse to nurse,
by patient to his neighbor in the next
cot:
“Old Kenesaw is dying!”
Never was a man more truly loved.
Many years before he had come to the
hospital suffering from old age and the
ailments contracted in the southern
swamps during four years’ service in
•the civil war. Broken in health, with
out a home or relative, depending upon
his scanty pension to hold strong soul
and shattered body together, he drift
ed into the free clinic and asked for
treatment. As “No. 74” he had first be
come known to the nurses and in
ternes, but after he had related his
war experiences to them and had told
and retold with glistening eyes of his
greatest battle his title was changed
to Old Kenesaw Mountain and in time
■to Old Kenesaw.
When Old Kenesaw enlisted with
the army of patients, it was tliought
he would eventually be relieved and
discharged. After two months of good
care the old warrior was again fairly
comfortable, but he evinced no desire
to depart from the hospital, and, in
fact, no one wanted him to go. lie
had become a sort of general factotum,
and. his services were regarded as
well worth his bed and board.
Qld patients and new internes,
nurses, medical students, the entire
hospital staff and even the visitors at
the institution came to know him fa
miliarly. His slow, shuffling step and
the cheery click of his cane on the
hardwood floors were as familiar as
the scheduled visits of the nurses and
always as welcome, if not more so.
Old Kenesaw had access to every
nook and corner of the hospital. The
patients drew Inspiration from his
kindly old face, and his stories of
camp apd battle served as a tonic.
To the children in the hospital Ken
esaw was the Incarnation of all that
was good, kind and helpful. He was
their chum, their never failing friend.
He would creep to the cots of the lit
tle sufferers, chase away thoughts of
pain and bring smiles to their wan
faces with his inexhaustible fund of
stories.
Once when a child, scaling the dizzy
heights between life and death, had
cried for some goldenrod it was of
record that Old Kenesaw had trudg
ed eight miles to find a large bunch of
the flaming yellow flowers and placed
them where the child could see them.
He lured the little patients to sleep
with his quaint old lullabies when
nurses’ words and doctors’ opiates had
failed. Small wonder they all loved
Old Kenesaw, the friend, the confr
farter and the confidant
The shadow that had faggn over the
hospital when his fatal illness was(
announced was momentarily, lifted.
There was unusual activity In the
halls. An attendant had driven Dr.
Blank’s horse to the entrance almost
at a gallop. A tall man with coal black
Ikair and piercing black eyes Jumped
Bit and hastened Into the building. A
was waiting to show him to the
Bunt's side.
EiffsBst outside the door of Old Kene
|B»s room Dr. Blank met the new ar
laB. John Wilbert Alnsley. the ede
brated hypnotist. There was a hasty
conversation In whispers, a brief his
tory of the life of the patient, and Pro
fessor Ainsley knew what was expect
ed of him. “We must hurry,” said Dr.
Blank, “nnd, for God’s sake, Ainsley,
don’t fail.”
The hypnotist nodded his head, and
thg two men noiselessly entered the
room. The great specialist recognized
in this a supreme test of his skill and
resolved thait his brilliant record should
not suffer. He stepped briskly to the
bedside and took the wrinkled hand of
the patient In his own. Then, without
a word, he gazed fixedly into the eyes
of the dying man.
The veteran, half unconscious by
reason of the terrible pain he was suf
fering, at first paid no heed to the pow
erful figure bending over him. For a
few moments he groaned and tossed
about, but slowly, surely, the stronger
one was gaining the mastery.
Old Kenesaw now glanced into the
penetrating eyes and turned away, but
again he looked and again. He seem
ed powerless to look elsewhere. Grad
ually the moaning ceased; he became
less frantic. Presently the body was
motionless. The thin lips moved, but
no sound came from them. Only Ijis
rapid, labored breathing cjuld be
heard,_
Thus far the Hypnotist Had said
nothing. His dominating mind and in
tent gaze alone had silenced the cries
of pain, quieted the tortured body and
made the mind of his subject insensi
ble to the terrific process that wag fast
bringing his life to an end. But he
was going further. Seizing both the
patient’s hands in his own, he shouted:
“Here comrade, comrade! Wake up!
Come, come; it will never do to lie
there! Come on, or the ambulance
corps will be picking you up! The bul
let stunned you, old man. Come on!
They need us at the front. Don’t you
hear the cannon booming and the rifles
cracking? Kenesaw! Kenesaw! Ken
esaw! Hooray, we’ve got ’em on the
run!”
The illusion had gone home. As the
dying veteran listened to these startling
words he drew himself up to a sit
ting posture and passed his wrinkled
old handr over his glazing eyes as if
to remove something that was obscur
ing his vision. Great beads of perspi
ration stood out upon his pale face, and
an unearthly fire came into his eyes.
The lips that had failed a few minutes
before now found utterance:
“Hist! Is that you, Cottrell, old
pard? Give me your hand! Thought 1
had lost you in that last charge. No,
no; it don't hurt now; jest a scratch.
Where’s our company? Sure! That’s
our guidon half way up the mountain.
Hooray! Give it to 'em, boys! Come
on, Cot; give me your hand, old pard.
It seems a bit smoky, but come on;
we've got ’em on the run. Hooray!
Hooray! Hooray!”
As the final shout of triumph came
from his lips he sank back upon the
pillow, and the sweet smile lingering
on the furrowed old face told that he
had died happy. Old Kenesaw had
fought his last battle.—Chicago Rec
ord-Herald.
Knowledge I* Power.
An illustration of the truth of this
proverb is found in Mr. J. G. Bertram’s
book, “The Harvest of the Sea.” It
seems that a monopoly of the exten
sive fisheries of Scotland and England
once came into the hands of a man
who kept Ills agents at the principal
stations and required them to furnish
him all facts that came to their knowl
edge.
At one of his stations in the far north
the fishing had been unsuccessful for
the greater part of the season, and
there was no prospect of improvement
when he looked into the matter. Upon
examining his agent’s letters from
that place for some years back he
found by a comparison of dates that
at a certain place herriugs were likely
to be found. He accordingly instructed
his agent to send his boats to that
spot.
The fishermen laughed at the idea
of a man sitting some hundreds of
miles away and telling them where to
get fish, but as his orders were posi
tive they lmd to obey, and the conse
quence was that they returned next
morning loaded with herrings.
The Duchess' Souvenirs.
The Duchess of Cornwall and York
did not return to England empty hand
ed. At every place she and the duke
visited she was presented with pres
ents typical of the country. The latest
gifts were of a kind that any woman
would welcome, Canadian furs and
beautiful jewelry. One of these gifts
is a long fur cape which the duchess
wore on the yacht going home to
England. The citizens of Montreal pre
sented the royal visitor with an orna
ment in the form of a spray of maple
leaves in their brilliant flame colored
autumn tints, and the leaves (six in
number), besides being beautifully
enameled, are set with fine diamonds,
nearly 400 of which are used in the de
sigu, the foundation of the whole being
the finest gold found in Canada. The
point of the leaf brunch is tipped by an
exquisitely tinted pearl, also a Cana
dian trophy, weighing about twenty
grains.
Who wouldn't travel all over the
world in a luxurious yacht to pick up
such things as that?—New York Com
mercial Advertiser.
Small Jeweled Mirrors.
Jeweled mirrors are a revival of an
eighteenth century fashion. In those
days of paint and patches the little
mirror hauging from the chatelaine
was no mere ornament, but quite a ne
cessity to the armory of a Queen Anne
beauty, who could never hope to suc
cessfully wage war on a masculine
heart with, for instance, her wig all
awry. Nowadays these mirrors aro
worn entirely for ornament, so their
owners say, and certainly they are
very pretty.
There is no limit apparently to the
price of these mirrors, for they are ex
quisitely enameled, set with stones and
mounted in gold, ivory or tortoise shell.
Wisconsin Women's Enterprise.
The women of Neenah, Wis., have
broken all records in the way of rais
ing funds for the improvement of their
city. In the past week $21,980 has been
pledged toward a public library to be
aided by a gift of $10,000 from Andrew
Carnegie. In addition to this amount
$10,000 has recently been raised toward
the erection of a $20,000 opera house.
A RARE SWEET VOICE.
Wealthy Women to Help Girl De
velop Her Exceptional Talent.
The singing of “Nearer, My God, to
Thee,” at a McKinley memorial service
In the Episcopal church at Inwood, on
Long Island, by a poor girl has started
her on the way for a European musical
education.
Emma Bowker is her name, and Mrs.
Russell Sage, Miss Helen Gould, Mrs.
Daniel Lord and Mrs. James R. Keene
MISS EMMA BOWKER.
have become her patronesses. The
Bowkers live in a small frame house
at Inwood, less than a mile from Far
Roekaway. There are nine in the fam
ily. The father is a painter, the brother
drives an ice wagon, and the mother is
a laundress, assisting in the homes of
the fashionables of the Cedarhurst col
ony.
Miss Emma Bowker tried to obtain a
musical education in the Salvation Ar
my, but found that the bass drum ac
companiment was not of much benefit,
and so gave it up after wearing herself
out and returned to her home and the
little choir loft of the Inwood church.
It was while singing there that she
was heard by Dr. Edward Octavius
Flagg, a friend of Bishop Potter, who
afterward declared that she had a
heavenly voice. The smart set of Ce
darhurst and Lawrence took the girl in
charge.
The Medicine We Take.
The so called “drugging habit” or
practice of prescribing innumerable
drugs for patients by the family doc
tor has been scored by a prominent
physician.
He states that from personal observa
tion he knows that foreigner^ do not
prescribe or swallow one-fourth the
amount of medicine we do, and he
blames practitioners for frequently
prescribing an unnecessary quantity of
drugs.
He advises the physician to condense
his pharmacopoeia and materia medica
to a vest pocket edition and then pre
scribe accordingly. He adds:
There are three doctors in whose
medicines I have ever had implicit
faith—Dr. Have-to, Dr. Diet and Dr.
Quiet.
Dr. Have-to gives a person no time
for imaginary ills nor for the coddling
of real ones.
Dr. Diet takes care of the digestive
organs and sees that they are not
abused, while Dr. Quiet has cured hun
dreds of headaches and warded off
many an attack of nervous prostration.
Of course, while they are all spe
cialists, not one 'of these physicians
could set a broken bone or cure a case
of typhoid fever, nor would they claim,
like Christian Scientists, to be able to
do so, but their prescriptions, if closely
followed, can save much worry and
many a doctor’s bill.
FaMhionablp Frowner.
Even in these days of ultra modern
ness the subject of wrinkles is one of
vast importance, and a new preventive
has been evolved. It is called by the
suggestive name of “frowner” and con
sists simply of a rather stiff bit of
white paper about the size and shape
of a postage stamp and having on its
back a similar coating of gum. Espe
cially is It designed as a preventive of
the wrinkles between the brows or at
the corners of the eyes, and in these
places, after being moistened, these
should be pasted whenever one is about
to engage in some occupation that
causes the habit of “wrinkling.” At
the fashionable shops of large cities
“frowners” are now as regularly on sale
as almost any other accessories of the
toilet. Many, however, prefer to make
them at home, a process simple and In
expensive. It has also been found by
those who are ingenious that it Is best
to cut them circular in shape instead
of square, as they leave less of a trace
when removed. Heavy writing paper
from which to fashion them is availa
ble to all, and a little dissolved gum
arable will stick them on good and
tight.—New York Telegram.
Deaijtnlnff For Women.
The rose frieze in the Ohio room of
the Woman's building at the World’s
fair was designed and painted by Miss
Agnes Pitman of Cincinnati. Mrs. Can
dace Wheeler is noted for her embroid
ery designs. Mrs. C. It. Lamb, Miss
Margaret La Large and the Misses
Cowles, all of New York, are well
known women designers, as Is also
Miss Borte of Philadelphia.
Mrs. Cory, the founder of this work
for women, has declared before the
United States senate committee on ed
ucation and labor that practical de
signing Is one of the best openings for
women’s labor. “It Is remunerative
nnd not difficult,” she said. “No one
i doubts the ability of women to paint
pictures, and designing Is not more
difficult. If women can understand
machinery and Its requirements, they
enn learn to make designs to meet
these requirements, but of course the
gfrl having artistic talent and natural
taste will do better work than »ne who
ias not.”
FlMliea Live to a Great Age.
Crows are commonly said to live for
a hundred years, and turtles are re
ported to have even longer life, but if
the late Professor Baird be right the
greatest amount of longevity Is pos
sessed by fishes. Professor Baird once
said that as a flsli has no maturity
there is nothing to prevent It from
living Indefinitely and growing con
tinually. He cited In proof a pike In
Rpssla whose age Is known to date
back to the fifteenth century. In the
Royal aquarium at St. Petersburg
there are hundreds of fish that were
t>ut In over ICO yeara( ago.
LATEST HIT
Ceorge W. Ritter’s
C2 I G5^ F-?
Better than any 10c. Cigars. Try one,and you will
never smoke any other kind. For sale only at
VIEDT’S,
CONFECTIONERY,
18 Park Place - Telephone 342i.
*
You Throw
Money Away
when you neglect to buyfr.-ri merc hants
who offer you a cash discount in
Red Star Stamps
They are given away by merchants simply a- a cash discount to induce you to buy for cash.
W ith these Red Star Trading Stamps you can ^et, at our stores, any ..f the valuable handsome
and serviceable articles we have on exhibition. Call and see what we have to give away:
PARLOR CLOCKS
ONYX PARLOR TABLES
CHIFFONIERS, HALL RACKS
MORRIS CHAIRS
FINE WATCHES
GENUINE CUT GLASS
gold reception chairs
LADIES’ WRITING DESKS
PINE PARLOR LAMPS
BEAUTIFUL PICTURES
MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS
PARLOR TABLES. COUCHES
We have never, for any cau*e. refused to redeem Red Star Trading Stamps. No matter where
oOllocted they may be redeemed at any of our stores.
Red Star Trading Stamp Co.
110 Speedwell Avenue
LOCAL BRANCH Off
The Home Coupon Exchange Company,
08 Markot Street, Newark. N. J.
Established oyer 50 years.
* Music Free
Over a Quarter of a Million Satisfied Customers. J995
A PROPOSITION.
We retail vou a ton of coal screened over corrugated
* \
Iron Screens of the latest type, which guarantees “Clean
Coal” in exchange for $5.75 less 25c per ton for cash 10
days.
If you accept the above proposition, you will save
“money.”
OALRYMPLE - HASTINGS CO.
Uptown Office, Park Place, Telephone 359 a.
Main Office, Elm Street, Telephone 24.
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MO HOMEY IM IT.
Just so long as there are large sup
plies of native forest to lie drawn upon
in this country just so long will it be
difficult to associate any sort of finan
cial reward witli the important ques
tion of forestry. The average Ameri
can will seldom become Interested in
any business unless there is money In
it for him. At anything like prevailing
prices for forest products the planting
of forests or even the caring for such
forests as are left offers little financial
reward for the man who does the
work. In the countries of the old world
the condition is different, for there al
most any product of the forest will
bring three or four times as much as it
will In this country, and the forests of
France and Cermany are so conducted
and cared for that they pay a fair re
turn on tile investment. While men
will be willing to plant trees for shade,
for fruit and for windbreaks, there
are but few who are willing to plant
forests for their grandchildren’s bene
fit. , _
THE FEW WHO SUCCEED,
We note that there are always a few
men who raise good crops even when
ativ narticnlsr cron l» rsteA «» o wn
oral failure, which goes to prove that
the agencies which bring about a
crop failure are, at least to some ex
tent, under the control of man. Foi
instance, In this year of a short corn
crop, when many fields produced not
an ear of corn and others but a very
small return, in nearly every communi
ty will be found a few men who have
raised a good average crop of fifty
bushels an acre. The success of these
men and the failure of their neighbors
in growing a corn crop cannot be
wholly charged up to variations in
soil or climatic conditions. If the real
cause could lie located, it would be
found that it was very closely allied
with the men themselves, and for this
reason, what these men who raised
good crops in a poor year may happen
to know nbout corn culture is worth a
great deal to their neighbors who failed.
BIFF A 1.0 OH ASS.
We are usked to say something about
the buffalo grass, the grass which
cures itself where It grows and affords
a most nutritious food all wiuter long
for the stock of Jhe western ranges.
Analysis shows that In point of nu
tritive value this grass is the equal of
sheaf oats pound for pound. It grows
Some Mill Figures.
Capital Stock of the Four 6reat Banks of the World, Dec 31, 1899.
Bank of England . . . $36,047,935
Bank of France . . . 36,050 000
Imperial Bank of Germany 28.560.000
Bank of Russia . . . 25,714,920
Total . . $176,372,855
Funds held by the Mutual
Life Insurance (Jo. for the
payment of its policies,
December 31, 1899 . . $301,845,374
Or $125,471,682 more than the combined
capital of these famous banks.
Rinwa A WJ'”m Pn‘CJ.,0f *he Mn.tual Llfe Insurance Company of New York,
Kichard A. Mc^ordy, President, provides: First, the securitv of $301 844 537 of
ITofitable mveetment; third, liberal loans to the insured: extended
nrfmwPIfk'V"?9 10 CaSJ* °f a,ps*': antorr,atie Pal(I up insurance without exchange of
further infomatton" ppV?oUe8; °“ m°nth’8 graCe in Payment °f premiutn8- Por
STEPHEN C. GRIFFITH, Agt., Trust Co. Bldg., Morristown, N.J.
GEORGE 8. RRYJHOND, General Apt foi .New Jersey.
No. 197 Market Street, Newark, New Jersey.
Commie aoe Siyiisfi Turaouis.
Careful m Eiperienceo Drivers,
ARE A FEATURE AT MY STABLE.
The Boarding of family, road and business Horses a Specialty.
The Stable is Under mv Personal Supervision.
Rubber tired Vehicles in Variety.
HENRY W. ARMSTRONG
Stable Junction Bank and Market Sts.
Morristown. N. J. Telephone 217.
IN A MODERN HOUSE
The Plumbing work mast be modern, too, or it will be found that the most essential to health
and comfort, la lacking.
To those now building new houses or contemplating renting old ones, we solicit an oppor
tunity to estimate on the PLUMBING work.
The quality of the work we do—the material used-and the price we charge all give satis
faction.
HOUSEFURNISHINGS.
Best Grades of Kerosene Oil by Barrel or Gallon
_ OUR “BLUE FLAME” OIL STOVES ARE THE BEST.
fairchildToliver,
78 Park Place Becker Building
30 Prince Street, - * IN
SIDOKE
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Fishers’ Sport
My Own,
Key West,
La Danza
Spanish Ma£ *
ew York Citjv
Our enthusiastic friend says it’s
“8 Knock Down argument” tiai
SANDS & CO.,
Are the Exclusive Agents in
MORRISTOWN
—FOR—
on nun inn com
(HARDEST ON THE MARKET.)
That Sands & Co., are Sales Agent*
for
Plymouth, Red Ash, Beaver Brook,
and Upper Lehigh Coal.
That Santis ife Co., give Full Weight, and Deliver Promptly
Clean Coal all sizes—Always as Represented.
.Seasoned Kindling, Grate and Stove Wood. Oak and Hickory.
H. M. SANDS EOBEPT F. SANDS. E. L. FOSTEE.
Office, Bell Building. Yards Watnong. Telephone 93 A.
only In the arid and semiarid belt and
depends largely for its feeding value
upon the fact that there Is little or no
rain to injure it after it matures.
Wherever it grows, there the country
is too dry for general farming and
Is alone sufficient notice not to plow
the land upon which it grows. It can
be fed out by overpasturing when its
place is usurped by worthless weeds.
This grass cannot be acclimated In
any part of the Mississippi valley
where the rainfall exceeds ten inches
per annum.
“I’ln Money.”
In days long ago pins were so ex
pensive that husbands gave their
wives certain allowances Just for the
purpose of the costly luxury.
Hence we call the money given to a
woman for her own special use “pin
money.” f'iv - centuries after pins
were Invented the peddlers sung the
following rhymes as they went through
the Streets i:i London:
Ten iv5V9 a penny, 01 V
Isn’t that i many, Of
Silver heads, golden point!, ,
Ten rowa a penny, 01 .
, Vi.iv. . ' if .Vavii.,.