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THE PRIVATE.
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They called his title private—
He reached no higher grade,
But waited for his orders
And died when he obeyed.
No pen may write his story,
No chisel carve his name,
No monument rise o’er him.
No multitude acclaim.
For he was but a private,
And served another’s fame.
And, dying, gave his country
A never-dying name.
He gave to order’s progress
The life ’twas his to give,
And in his country’s annals,
Though nameless, he shall live.
He fought as but a private—
Without promotion he—
To carry freedom’s banner
Beyond the rolling sea;
That purpose might not falter,
That peace mußt have her reign
And justice work with honor
For man’s eternal gain.
He fought and died a private,
And never held the sword;
Renown did not come nigh him,
His hand holds no reward.
He wrought to give the lawless
The hope of righteous laws,
Nor vengeance marred his valor
Nor malice cursed his cause.
They called his title private—
He sleeps in glory’s bed,
And where he fell advancing
Now other privates tread;
Nor eulogy nor marble
Can honor such as they,
Who answer duty’s summons
And die when they obey.
—Frederick C. Spalding.
Poison Plot for Love. |
At San Francisco Miss Florence M.
Campbell, when she confessed to be
the author of the poison plot that so
greatly excited that city, also gave a
remai'bable psychological display.
From her story we know jUBt how
it feels to dig a pit for another’s feet
and step Into it.
Writhing with the wholly imaginary
pangs of arsenical poisoning and gasp
ing with the very real spasms conse
quent on the use of emetics. Miss
Campbell was sick unto her soul that
she had ever attempted the role of a
Borgia with Machlavelian trimmings.
She got her Idea, of course, from the
Botkin case —that murder which
taught anew crime to a thousand jeal
ous, crazed women. Dunning, the
husband of Mrs. Botkin's victim, was
a newspaper correspondent. Rathom
was also a newspaper correspondent.
The two men were together with the
army before the operations against
Santiago. It was very natural that
Ruthom should talk over the awful
tragedy In Ills friend's affaire with the
woman who was to him what Mrs.
Botkin was to Dunning. Miss Camp
bell. well-born, well-bred, well-edu
cated, applied the Botkin reasoning
to her own ease aud thought she saw
an opportunity to Improve on the mur
der that sent Mrs. Botkin to prison
for life. There was a mixed motive
in the case. Mrs. Rathom was threat
ening her husband with a divorce suit
because of his relations with Miss
Campbell, and the latter thought but
the scheme. In part at least, In order
that she might have something with
which to blackmail the injured wife
into silence.
The denouement of the plot was
artistic and exciting.
First the public became aware that
an attempt had been made to poison
Miss Campbell with arsenic in cherries
and that her landlady. Mrs. Scheib, had
also partaken of the sweets and had
also been made very ill.
The next step was the testing of the
box of candled cherries.
“There is enough arsenic here to
kill a herd of cows," was the chemist’s
report.
Then the police made the discovery
that the address on the box was in
the handwriting of Mrs. John Rathom,
whose possible motive was no deep se
cret.
So far it was all as Miss Campbell
had planned.
Then John R. Rathom entered upon
the scene. He declared his positive
belief that neither his wife nor Miss
Campbell sent the poisoned candles,
but he was not prepared to say that he
did not send them himself.
He made a very frank eonfesslon of
hts own wrong doings. He admitted
that he had behaved In a disgraceful
way toward both his wife and Miss
Campbell and declared that he fully de
served any trouble which might come
upon him.
He Introduced further complications
Into the mystery by revealing a prop
osition which he said Mrs. Schclb. wife
of Mr. Schelb. with whom Miss Camp
bell lived, had made to him. Mr.
Schelb canto after the attempted poi
soning and said In effect:
"Your wife sent this box of poisoned
candy. She has nearly poisoned my
wife and Miss Campbell. You must go
to her and make her pay the doctors’
bills, and sign a paper that she will
leave the state and not seek a divorce
fiom you. Then you can get a di
vorce from her on the ground of de
sertion nnd marry Miss Campbell."
Schelb stoutly denied that he ever
made such a proposition, nnd declared
that Kathom had utterly distorted
vhat be said.
It took a month to disentangle the
ugly skein/ During that time Miss
Camobell indignantly dented that she
had mailed nerself the poisoned candy,
but (he police plodded along, proved
Mrs. Rathom’s Innocence and gradually
brought the matter home to Miss
rVmpbeH. and that young woman at
last confessed It all.
.‘‘MV only object in mailing this poi
'sdtted candy was because Mri Rathorn
♦hiclrleDed to use my name and make
it public," said Miss Campbell, when
she had to tell it at last. “That I
would he sued as a co-respondent made
me do this. I intended holding the
poisoned candy matter over her head,
and thought possibly I could frighten
her from using my name publicly, and
that was my whole object in doing it.
“I assure you I never had any
thought of injuring anybody, and the
poisoned candy was safely tucked in
the bottom of the basket, the top lay
ers being perfectly free from any ar
senic.”
After the poison was received Mrs.
Scheib recalled that earlier in the day
some woman had inquired by telephone
whether Miss Campbell had received a
package by mail. She felt sure it was
Mrs. Rathom’s voice.
Miss Campbell, nowever, confessed
that she herself did the telephoning,
as part of the plot to incriminate Mrs.
Rathom.
When Miss Campbell returned at
evening she found the package await
ing her. She did not intend to open
It, but Mrs. Scheib recognized Mrs.
Rathom's handwriting, and was cu
rious. When Mrs. Scheib accused her
of being afraid to eat the candles, the
presence of two sewing girls embar
rassed her and she and Mrs. Scheib did
eat from the top layers.
Then Miss Campbell began to fear.
Suppose that the candles had got
shaken up in the mails!
Suppose that a little, just a little, of
the arsenic had been shaken out of the
knife-opened candies in the bottom of
the box and had found its way to that
top layer while the box was upside
down in the postoffice!
Suppose—
Miss Campbell grew maddened by
her suppositions.
She suspected that she was begin
ning to feel sick.
Yet the sewing girls and Mrs. Scheib
were there.
She had to conceal her fears and
wait.
Perhaps no poison had been taken.
It was foolish to he so frightened.
Then she wondered what the first
symptoms of arsenic poisoning were.
Was arsenic a quick poison or a slow
poison?
She tried to think, out there had
been no poison case in all her girlish
experience.
Yes, the Botkin case—and death,
death to two women, was the story of
that crime! It was an awful time for
young Miss Campbell, but she did not
dare to betray herself.
Mrs. Scheib might die and she might
be branded and convicted as the poi
soner!
Or Mrs. Rathom might be hanged,
i and she didn’t want this.
Mrs. Scheib laughed and talked and
was witty, but 'Miss Campbell perspired
and began to feel an Ulricas coming
on.
She mentioned it, for mental relief.
Mrs. Scheib said it was nothing—
that she, too, did not feel just right.
And the girl’s alarm took sudden
growth.
She was surely getting sick.
Was It the first of the symptoms?
Nearly two hours of the anxiety had
passed away.
The girl could stand it no longer.
She got up and ran for the nearest
drug store.
“When Mrs. Scheib got sick,” pro
ceeds Miss Campbell's own statement,
"I took some of the powder to the drug
store on I,arkin and Ellis streets, and
the boys told me there that it was not
arsenic.
"I insisted upon having an antidote
anyway.
"He gave me some mustard and an
antidote. I asked him whether I
should take the antidote right away,
but he said no, he would not take It
right away.
“I did not know whether it was the
poison or the medicine, but I was very
slek.
"I went home and tried to get Mrs.
Scheib to take some of the antidote,
but she would not.
"I poured some Into a spoon and
took It myself, for fear I had eaten a
small particle of the arsenic.”
She became worse than ever. Ter
ror-stricken, she telephoned for Ra
thom. who promptly responded. Ra
thom summoned Mr. Scheib, whose
wife had unconcernedly gone to bed.
"Mrs. Scheib Is poisoned,” declared
Miss Campbell, “and she won’t take
the antidote. Make her take it.”
Mr. Scheib rushed to his wife’s room
and found the woman peacefully
asleep. He aroused her rudely, fear
ing that the seeming sleep was but
a stupor, and In alarm she sat upright.
“Are you poisoned?” inquired Scheib.
who had the bottle of antidote and a
spoon.
“Poisoned? Why, no! Who said I
was?”
Miss Campbell then felt sure that
only she herself had been poisoned.
She took some more mustard and an
other antidote, and the poetry of life
faded further away than ever. Ra
thc.ni had vainly tried to find a doc
tor. so he took charge of the case him
self; and “he made me take one cup
after another of mustard,” says Miss
Campbell.
With anttdotes and emetics the
young woman grew so sick that she
could not swallow any more of the
medicine, and then she began to re
cover. In the morning she was well.
She had not eaten any of the ar
senic, of course, but her imagination,
the mustard and the antidote an
swered the purpose just as well.
“I got the basket, I think, from M.
I Shlbata. No. 917 Market street.” said
Miss Campbell. “I purchased the
cherries at the Emporium. I bought
10 cents' worth of arsenic, half an
ounce, from Blake’s drug store, on
Third street, and I gave the name of
Mrs. R. B. White, and the address as
No. 460 Harrison street. I said that I
wanted it for vermin, and asked the
clerk whether turpentine would mix up
with it, and he said it would; f I got
theiarsenic and put it in the candied
cherries for the purpose of having the
same analyzed. Mr. Rathom took the
basket and cherries away with him the
next morning. I mailed the package
on Wednesday, June 28, to my own ad
dress. The envelope was one I had
received from Mrs. Rathom.”
Miss Campbell is a young woman of
very good family. She is the youngest
daughter of the Hon. John A. Camp
bell, of New Cumberland, W. Va., and
was educated at Hiram college, Ohio.
She brought a letter of introduction
from Senator Stephen B. Elkins, of
West Virginia, to Senator George C.
Perkins, of California.
She delivered some lectures in Cali
fornia, in which she scarified “the new
woman.”
Miss Campbell is still in California,
and there are rumors of a reconcilia
tion In the Rathom family.
The chief of police says there is no
punishment for a woman who sends
poison to herself, and Miss Campbell
will have an opportunity to depart in
peace from a community where she has
caused a vast amount of trouble.
CRUISING UP THE YANGTSZE.
That determined and observant trav
eler, Eliza Scidmore, who wrote of the
Chinese tea trade in The August Cen
tury, writes in the September number
of a cruise up the Yangtsze-Kiang, and
the difficulties and perils that beset it.
The I-chang Gorge cuts straight west
ward for five or six miles, and then
turns at a straight angle northward,
an arrowy reach between gray, purple,
and yellowed limestone walls overhang
with the richest vegetation. Tiny
orchards and orange groves are niched
between the buttresses of these storied
strata walls, and cling to terraces;
quarries and lime kilns show, and mud
houses are left behind, stone huts and
houses being cheaper beside the quarry
than the wattle and dab of the plains.
Brown junks floated in midstream, amd
junks with square and butterfly and
striped sails were dwarfed at the loot
of the cliffs. All day our trackers
strained at the braided bamboo ropes,
crawling up and down and over rocks
where bamboo hawsers have cut deep,
polished grooves in the conglomerate
and limestone banks by the friction of
centuries. Lookout men at the water’s
edge kept the line free from rocks,
throwing it off from any projections,
and wading out to release it from
hidden snags. Where foothold was
wanting, the trackers scrambled on
lioard and rowed around the obstacle
or across stream to tracking grounds
again. Thel" whole performance was
the burlesque of navigation, the climax
of stupidities and nothing ingenious or
practical seems to have resulted from
the three thousand years of “swift
water” navigation on the Upper Yang
tsze. The ridiculous, top-heavy, tilt
ing kwatszc is wholly unsuited to such
a flood river, and the trackers tow by
a rope fastened to the top of the mast,
as on the Peiho, the mast shivering,
springing, and resounding all the
whlie. They rowed us with poles,
round sapling rtems held to the gun
wale by a string or straw loop, and It
was a marvel that the kwatsze re
sponded to these bladeless oars, even
when all hands. Including the cook,
rowed madly, screaming and stamping
In chorus, and the captain on the roof
raging and shrieking, and threatening
to drop through upon us. The kwatsze
would reel and wabble, gain by Inches,
and round the ripple or point, and the
ragamuffin crow would drop ofT with
the tow-line and fasten it by a flat
metal button at the end of tneir brieole
thongs. With a deft loop, that can be
detached with the least slackening, the
cotton thongs hold firmly to the slip
pery cable. In all these thousands of
years they have never learned to “line
tip,” either by a captain on board or a
winch on shore, nor to invent other
compelling swift-water fashions of the
Nile, the St. Ta wrence, the Snake, the
Columbus, or the Stickeen.
Some years ago Admiral Ho was or
dered to these river precincts, where
lawlessness had been rife, and he, un
precedented in this century In China,
took an Interest in his work, and at
tempted to better things. He estab
lished a system of life-boat patrol in
the gorges, and his little red row-boats
waiting above and belorw rapids and
eddies, and moving along shore to ren
der assistance, had a salutary effect on
the wild river folk.
DO NOT GIVE SATISFACTION.
A dispatch from Columbia, S. C.,
says: "The South Carolina pension
laws do not seem to be giving satis
faction. Eleven years ago the state
legislature decided to appropriate
$50,000 annually to destitute confed
erate veterans and needy widows of
such soldiers. The sum was soon
found to be Inadequate and was in
creased to SIOO,OOO, which is consid
ered a liberal appropriation for all
cases where It should be properly ap
plied. But there Is great complaint
that people who do not need pensions
and are not entitled to them are re
ceiving the money, reducing the
amount going to the worthy ones and
cutting out others altogether. The
matter is being agitated all over the
state, and it Is likely that the next
legislature will devote some time to
the construction of a satisfactory law.
810 EARNINGS OF N. Y. CENTRAL.
The earnings of the New York Cen
tral railroad this year are said to be
greater than the earnings of au.v road
in the country for a similar period.
For July there was an increase of a
round million over the earning® for
July a year ago. and August, so far. Is
promising even better thing®. It is
said that these earnings have been ap
proached only upon one occasion
world’s Fair year.
AT FOURSCORE.
Ah, yes, I divine, by the way they look
Who bring me the birthday gift and
word;
They think me waiting for priest and
book,
And the place where greetings are
never heard.
Yet though I am standing at Death’s
dark door,
I am not thinking of him or his;
The soul of twenty returns once more,
Although in the body of age it is.
With the thought of dying, away to
night!
Away with the thoughts of Ills and
pain!
I would have no comrade of mine in
sight,
Flaunt” ng a life that is on the wane.
But give me young faces without a
seam,
Give mirth and music and tripping
feet;
Give me red lips with the corn-white
gleam,
And the light of life that is summer
sweet!
Whence is this hunger, this thirst of
mine
To cast the trammels of age away 9
Is it all human? Nay, half divine—
The reach of the night for the dawn
of day.
—Charlotte Fisk Bates in Century.
LACK AESTHETIC TASTE.
Filipinos Imitate the Europeans Some
times With Ludicrous Results.
Of all the races peopling this mun
dane sphere not one has such an ex
traordinary spirit of imitation as that
which inhabits the Philipine Islands,
according to the Manila Freedom. This
race of people, of Malay origin, which
occupies all the archipelago of the
Celebas Sea, lacks the aesthef'c taste
necessary for the proper combination
of colors, constructive ability, uni
formity in architectural designs and
the good taste which is required for the
culture and advancement of a people.
They have no ideas of this kind of
their own, and in all matters of taste
do nothing more than what they see
in races of the west.
Any one who has observed the Fili
pinos will have noticed that they have
no ideas at all in regard to the proper
combination of colors in their wearing
apparel, as, in spite of their dusky
complexions, they select in their
clothing the colors which are least
suitable to them. You will see Indian
girls and half-breeds as brown as
berries using in their dresses and
scarfs such colors as blue, green, yel
low, brown and black. A woman of
dusky complexion with a dress of any
of these colors presents an appearance
that is hideous in the extreme. It is
not uncommon to see dark-skinned
Indian girls dressed in such bright
greens that if they should encounter a
carabao they are liable to be eaten by
that festive animal on account of their
similarity to a bunch of hay.
The reason why these people cut
this ridiculous figure is that they see
these bright colors on European wo
men, and, without thinking of the ef
fect which, on account of their differ
ent complexion such hues are liable to
produce, readily adopt them and con
sider themselves the most elegant of
the elegant.
No sooner does anew fashion arrive
from Paris, Vienna or Berlin in shoes,
trousers, hats, shirts or neckwear, no
matter how extravagant, the Indian
and the half-breed immediately adopt
them. ,
The American troops had been in
Manila only a few days with their
brown suits before the stores of the
Escolta were beseiged by natives and
half-breeds, buying all the brow r n cloth
obtainable, wool, cotton or silk, and In
a few days they were all arrayed in
suits of the same color as those worn
by the army of occupation. They
noticed the hats of straw or felt with a
blue polka-dot band, and in a few days
all the Indians and half-breeds were
wearing the same kind of hats as the
Americans.
A TREASURE RESTORED.
An Incident of the Baldwin Fire in
San Francisco.
Among tbe many minor incidents of
the Baldwin hotel fire was the wreck
of the old Amatl violin, which August
Hinrichs used as leader of the theater
orchestra. Every music lover in the
city knew the instrument. It was
made by Nicolo Amati. son of Heroni
mus, nephew of Antonio, born 1596,
died 1684, Cremona's most renowned
maker of all this celebrated family,
and was purchased from the great
Hanover music house of Berlin some
years ago.
In the basement of the Baldwin
theater, where the orchestra instru
ments were stored, the water used in
quenching the hotel fire, very nearly
at the boiling point when it was first
poured in, stood higher than a tnan s
head. The underwriters put in
pumps and lowered It. Then men
groped their way cautiously amid the
ruins, venturing a few paces at a
time. Among them was August Hin
richs. Making careful observations,
he determined the exact location of the
place where the Acnati had been left,
and he offered a workman a round
bribe to go in an see if he could find
it. The man accepted the offer. He
brought out first the viola of Hlnrichs
■the elder, burned to charcoal. Then
he brought out a library book which
August Hinrlchs had borrowed the day
before the fire, blackened but entire.
Then he brought out a water-soaked
thing which the musical leader recog
nlxed as the case of his Amati, but his
cry of rejoicing was busted as he
witnessed its singular condition, flat
tened and collapsed, like a piece of
pastry.
The body of the violin proper has
only nine pieces but the top of this
was in ll> Separate fragments, some
of them the veriest chips and splint
ers, yet it was found in such a position
as to indicate that it tad been pro
tected from any crushing pres
sure. This condition was a mys
tery, only solved when all of the pieces
were examined in a strong light, when
close inspection showed that every
glue joint in the original construction
had separated and ttat ancient re
pairs, whose presence had never before
been suspected, had been dissected by
the action of the hot water, which had
also extracted every particle of var
nist and filling from the wood. Under
the sounding post, back of the bridge,
was where the chief fracture had oc
curred, and the edges where they sep
arated, telling the secret of some old
artificer’s work, were dark with age.
Herman Muller, a local violin maker
and repairer, who had had care of the
instruments ever since it came into Mr.
Hinrich’s possession, undertook its
restoration. Twice Muller put the
violin together, and to the eye of a
layman it was again a perfectly con
structed instrument. The bouts had
shrunk a little, and he found it neces
sary to put the lower in place of the
upper ones and to shape new lower
ones, but, with the exception of these
two narrow bands and a slender
thread of new lining around the edge
of the top, it was reconstructed en
tirely of the original wood, and seem
ed as dainty and exquisite a violin as
when it came from the hands of its
maker over 300 years ago. Yet when
Muller strung it and drew a bow
across the strings his face was
troubled, and when he carried it to
Hinrichs and the musical director re
peated the experiment the two men
looked sadly at each other. Hinrichs
was disposed to take the more hope
ful view.
“The tone will improve with use;
and even now it would do,” he said,
cheerfully.
“No, it does not sing. The tone is
dead. The arch has flattened and it
does not vibrate,” said Muller. “I
shall take it to pieces again.”
So the Amati was again resolved into
its component parts, and Muller tried
to remedy the fault, but when it was
again put together it still refused to
sing. Then fie resolved upon heroic
measures. It was not a question of
money or reward. He has since said
to Hinrichs:
“I was never so discouraged over
anything in my life. But I could
not be reconciled to giving up and re
turning that beautiful old Amati with
a voice like a sls fi ”
He had no one to learn the proper
procedure, for the simple reason that
no one so far known had ever ac
complished what he was about to un
dertake. He knew the proper form of
the Nicolo Amati, and he knew every
curve and dimension of this old instru
ment. which he had so often handled,
so that he had from the first realized
just where the defect lay. Before the
fire the arch was just a little flattened,
as in most old violins, but the boiling
and soaking and drying had exaggerat
ed this fault, spoiling the exquisite
symmetry of contour and playing ha
voc with tones.
For the third time Muller soaked
the whole instrument apart. With
only the outline of the back to use he
made clay models, which he shaped by
hand into a perfect imitation of the
original arching. From these he cast
outside molds in plaster, and from the
outside molds he cast inside molds.
Then he took the fragmentary sections
of top and back, laid them together
unglued and bound them down over
ihe inside casts with the outside casts
pressed closely over them, boring
hundreds of holes in the plaster to let
in the air. Here he loft them for nine
weeks, aud when he released them
they had found their original lines
and curves and needed only to be
nicely joined again, forming a per
fect union with the sides.
The slow process of varnishing re
quired five weeks. Today the in
strument is in finer condition than
when Mr. Hinrichs first acquired it,
and is the admiration of every con
nossieur in the city.
Herman Muller sa>s that the new
covering of varnish will for a short
time impair the brilliancy of the in
strument’s tone, but if this be the
case new and important developments
may be expected from the old Amati.
Already great audiences have nightly
heard it, beginning with Thursday,
July 27, and been entranced with its
sweet strains at the Columbia when
played behind the scenes in the third
act of "Heartsease.” Behind the scenes
Hinrichs. holding it under his chin
with radiant face, softly wields the
bow, guiding it over the strings in ex
quisite melody, and murmurs:
"It is the old Amati, and more. How
it sings, sings, sings!”
THE BOLD MOOSE-BIRD.
The next morning I was awakened
by my old friend, the moose-birds. A
pair of them were trying to carry off
the moose meat, all at one mouthful,
and at the same time fighting away a
third bird which sneaked in between
their trips to their place of storage.
The moos "'-bird takes life very seri
ously. and his sole business is stealing
everything he can stick his bill into.
I’nless he is very often disturbed he is
without fear, and will readily alight
on a stick held in your hand, if you put
a piece of meat on the end of the stick.
I have often photographed the bird
a distance of three or four feet —Fred-
eric Irland in Scribners.
A reunion of the northern and south
ern branches of the Tyler family was
held In Washington September 12.
JINGLES AND JOKES OF THE^AY.
Fussy old gentleman (to chance lady
traveling companion)—Have you any
children madam?
"Yes, sir, a son.”
“Ah, indeed. Does he smoke?”
“No, sir, he has never so much as
touched a cigarette.”
“So much the better, madam; the use
of tobacco Is a poisonous habit Does
he frequent the clubs.
“He has never put his foot W one.”
“Allow me to congratulate, you.
Docs he ever come home late?” L
“Never. He goes to bed directly
after dinner.” A*
“A model young man, Imadam—a
model young man. How r ofc Is he?”
, “Just two months.” —Tit-Bita
Amateur actor (to frieiK>—WJyji
did you think of my Hamlet Chaftey?
Dear friend—lmmense! In one part
of the play you were equal to Irving, .
Amateur actor —In what part was
that, Charley?
Dear friend—Where Polonius givas
his parting advice to Laertes,
Amateur actor —I was behind the s
scenes then.
Dear friend —So was Irving.—London
Tit-Bits.
Lily—See Mrs. Breezy slicing down
the toboggan with Jack Hugger—and
her husband only dead six months.
Rupert—Yes; that’s what you might
call “sliding for second” with “one
man out.”—Judge.
“Yes, I spent the summer in he
country. Had a great time.”
“Didn’t you miss the convenience of
civilization?”
“Didn’t miss anything. Why, my
boy, they had the finest sanitary bath
plumbing up there that you ever saw.”
“What was it like?”
“An old oaken bucket and a tin wash
basin.” —Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Her hair was not the wondrous hue
Of glittering gold so bright;
She doesn’t sip the mountain dew
And her brow’s not marble white.
Her teeth do not resemble pearls,
Her mouth’s not like a rose;
She’s just one of those charming girls
That nature sometimes grows.
—New York Evening World.
“But if I give you the nickle you
ask,” objected the other, “you would
spend it for drink!”
“No, no, no!” cried the mendicant,
almost fiercely. “I should spend it -o
keep my wife at the seashore another
month.”
Now the other was moved. Perhaps
he too. was a married man. —Detroit
Journal.
“Gilfoyle takes a broad and states
manlike view of national affairs,” re
marked Callowhill. i
“May I ask what you mean by a
broad and statesmanlike view?” asked
Gumney.
“Why, er—er—Gilfoyle thinks as I
think.” —Detroit Free Pn ss.
Cobwigger—This flat of yours is
rather warm, isn’t it?”
Crabshaw—Yes: I wish the janitor
would turn on that steam heat of his
and keep the place as cool as it was
last winter.—New York World.
The man who wields the hoe
Has lately had a show,
As has also had the man behind the
gun;
But, really, after all,
The man who has the call
Is the quiet man who always has the
mon.
Indianapolis Journal/
Don t the heathen dress ridicu
lously?” said Maude.
fi “ 0f course they do,” replied Eshel.
M hat else can they do when we send
tnem trunkfuls of shirtwaists and
beaver hats every year?”— Harper’s
Bazar.
Rright eastener—l suppose it is ex
tremely difficult to find many really
cultivated people in the extreme west
Extreme westener—Well. yes. Most
of our people are born east - Criterion.
"Say. old chap, can I see yon
apart for a second?”
Wag—" You mean alone, don’t youj®
"Yos. a fiver. How'd you guess ijH
—Philadelphia Record. VK
SCIENTIFIC INVESTIGATION OF
HYPNOTISM.
The subject of hypnotism was res
cued from the charlatans, rechristened,
and subjected to accurate investiga
tion by Dr. James Braid, of Manches
ter. as early as 1841. But the results,
after attracting momentary attenion,
fell from view, and, despite desultory
efforts, the subject was not again ac
corded a general hearing from the
scientific world until 1878. when Dr.
Charcot took it up at the Salpetriere in
Paris, followed soon afterward by Dr.
Rudolf Heidenhain. of Breslau, and
a host of other experimenters. The
value of fho method in the study of
mental states was soon apparent.
Most of Braid’s experiments were re
peated, and in the main his results
were confirmed. His explanation of
hypnotism, or artificial somnambulism,
as a self-induced state, independent of
any occult or supersensible influence,
soon gained general credence. His be
lief that the initial stages are due to
fatigue of nervous centres, usually
from excessive stimulation, has not
been supplanted, though supplemented
by notions growing out of the nw
knowledge as to subconscious mental
ity in general atd the inhibitory in
fluence of one center over another In'
the central nen 01s mechanism --Har
per’s Magazine.
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