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A millionaire sat In his study
«*••«* And figured with pencil nml pad: ******
The cold drops stood out on his forehead—
**•*«» A scene that was touching and sad. m mmmm m
lie chnrged up as loss a few Items,
Itesult of u syndicate squeeze.
Subtracted some big restitutions
And loss of dlrectors-hlp fees.
Then gently he broke to bis family
The awful and terrible news— \s&
They hnd to stop -smashing their auto.
No longer a yacht could they use.
They sobbed ns they realized ruin.
The days of their riches were gone;
lie only had left of his fortune
—* The sum he had j»ald taxes upon. ——
(Copyright, 1906, by Daily Story Pub. Co.)
Suddenly all was still.
A ghastly whiteness settled over
the thin, yearning face on the pillow,
and peace took the place of pain.
The end of a life of oonjugal mis
matlng had come at last.
"Can you not forgive me k’l the
wrong you have suffered at my hands
before you go?” he bad asked.
She had remained silent, with
averted eyes and a faint flush over
spreading the wan features.
The minister had joined the father
and son at the bedside a short time
before, and was watching the passage
of his parishioner to the world be
“It is your duty, Mrs. Marshall.” he
had said. "It Is a dreadful thing to
go Into the other world with unfor
glveness In your heart. It Is so easy
to speak that now. and afterward so
Impossible. The consequences to both
of you are terrible.”
He had said no more, but waited.
They all waited.
At laßt she spoke.
“If you have ever wronged me.
Henry," she said, "I forgive you, as I
hope to be forgiven.”
“If I have ever wrongod you,” be
echoed. "I certainly have, and It Is
so noble of you to say those words.”
“But I have need to be forgiven
also,” she bald said. "You will not
“There Is nothing to forgive, Mary,”
he had said. "But if there were any
thing for me to forgive in you, it is
given freely. I am only sorry it is
said now. at the close of our lives
together, instead of at the beginning."
The woman had caught her breath
feebly,' and nil was over.
The physician had entered from
the adjoining room at that instant,
and he gazed at her a moment.
"It is all over,” he said. "The soul
has left the body.”
“Her soul left her body many years
ago.” said the husband, bending over
her and placing his face in his hands,
between the fingers of which the
tears slowly trickled.
When the undertaker arrived he
was led away gently, and the sad ar
rangements were porceeded with.
“What did they have to forgive
each other for?" was the current form
of gossip through the neighborhood.
No one knew. Neither had ever
mentioned it to any one in the circle
in which they moved.
In the funeral discourse the min
ister talked very profoundly and feel
ingly on the subject of forgiveness,
but he floundered in his remarks be
cause he did not know.
"Father," said the young man, the
evening of the day after they hnd re
turned from the cemetery, "why did
you and mother always treat each
other so coldly?"
"Because there was no love be
tween us.”
"But why. Was it always so?"
"Won't you tell me why?"
"Let's take a walk down the road
and I will see if I can."
"Certainly, father, but do not speak
If it is anything against her."
"It is nothing against her.”
"I am so glad, because you know
how dearly I loved her. and how I re
vere her memory."
"The trouble began from the very
beginning of our married life—in fact,
before our marriage.”
They hnd walked till they reached
the edge of a little wood by this
time, the cool breeze from which
came out with insistent refreshment
lo their heated brows and faces flush
ed from the tears which had coursed
over them from their streaming eyes.
"I had presumed to think that I
might make your mother my wife, but
They all waited.
had little prospect of success. Sev
eral other sought her hand. The only
difference was, maybe, that I was the
most persistent of the lot. A young
man came into the neighborhood from
Chicago. He was a summer boarder
at a neighboring farm house. His
name was Hubbard —Sidney Hubbard.
He met your mother, and she fell in
love with him at once. None of us
bad any chnnce then. Practically,
we all gave it up. But one evening,
toward the close of the season. I was
passing the house where he hoarded
and was astonished to see him in
earnest talk with a girl whom I had
never seen before. They were stand
ing at the open window, and he had
an arm around her. I watched them
a moment, and then turned to go
away. I had gone toward the house
of your mother’s family, with the In
tention of tilling my story, when I
met your mother and brought her at
once to the place where I had stood.
We heard him use endearing terms to
her, saw him kiss her, and then heard
him promise to go with her at once
-1 took your mother home and left her
almost completely prostrated. She
“I had killed him.”
did not say a word of what she had
seen to any one. She was very proud
and high spirited. The young man
and young woman disappeared that
night; and, as soon as your mother
had recovered sufficiently, I renewed
my suit, and she accepted me. on con
dition Hhat I should take her away
from the neighborhood. We did not
wait to get married, but left at once,
and were married at the first place
where we stopped.
"Your mother never returned to the
old place,, her family having removed
also a short time afterward. They had
lived there but a short time and had
no Intimates, so none of them ever
beard from the neighborhood again.
I went out there to settlo up some of
my affairs, and heard that Hubbard
nad been there, learned the story, and
: inquired my address. A few weeks
afterward, I went out during the late
afternoon, for a walk, as we are doing
now, and met him right here. He
accused me of treachery to him. and
said that the lady whom we had seen
him In company with was his sister,
who had come after him to aid her in
untangling some property matter
which required their immediate atten
tion. He made some slighting remark
to me. saying he was going to the
house to see your mother, with whom
he would have an explanation, wind
ing up with the remark that I had de
frauded him of her, and he would have
her yet. One word led to another
and finally he struck me. I returned
the blow with interest, and he fell,
striking that rock there," pointing to
a large rock by the roadside, "after
which he never stirred. ! had killed
him. hut hnd not intended to do so.
I dug a grave over there." pointing to
a mound so slight as not to be notice
i able, "and buried him.”
"Did mother ever know?”
“No, my boy.”
“Did any one else?”
"But that is why you and mother
were always estranged from each
: other?"
"Oh. well, cheer up. father. It
was not so bad —the killing, I mean.
You did the only thing you could do.
The estrangement was terrible. It
might have been better If you had told
"It would not —under the circum
“Well, don't dwell on It now. We
will go home now, and make the best
of it, dear old father."
"But I am not your father.”
"You—are —not —my—father? Then
who is?"
"The man sleeping under that
mound there."
And the elderly man walked deliber
ately into the dark wood, leaving the
>ouneer one sitting on the rock where
ills father had breathed his last.
Not darkest Before Dawn.
The Idea that the darkest hour is
just before dawn is poetical but in
correct. The darkest hour is mid
way between sunset and dawn, and
i the legend is of a piece with the
| statement often made that the hour
' preceding dawn is the coldest.
I In many countries there is a fixed
belief that just before the break or
day there comes an ebb when nature
grows cold and pulseless and life flut
tering in the breast of the dying man
finally expires.
According to science such dissolu
tion should occur between three and
four o'clock, investigation extending
over a period of several years having
. proved that the temperature Is lowest
then. —Montreal ‘Herald.
Girl Will Cash Bond on Bank of Por
tugal for That Amount.
Eight thousand dollars’ reward for
an off-hand kindness conferred fpur
years ago on a destitute and partially
.sick sailor in Uncle Sam's navy is :he
Christmas present that pretty Anjile
Josephine Saucier, a shop girl J.nd
former mill hand of the city of Lewis
ton, Mass., is to receive soon, says
the Philadelphia Inquirer.
The clay of fairyland wonders is
not past, so the Lewiston girl thiaks,
for to-day she is the practical posses
sor of nearly SB,OOO that is to come to
her on account of the simple giving
of a 20-cent piece at Newport, R. 1.. to
a strange man wearing the uniform of
the United States navy.
At the moment that she granted the
strange request of the sailor he passed
to her a small scriptlike piece of pa
per, saying: "Keep this for your kind
ness. Some day you will find that
you have lost nothing by the favor you
have done me.”
Carried in her pocketbook and laid
about her home among many of the
most worthless trifles that
easily have been thrown away, this
scriptiike keepsake has now brought
a fortune to this poor shop girl of
The piece of script that the young
girl carried with dress samples, cards
and small odds and ends that fill the
pocketbooks or reticules of young
ladies has proved to be a bond of the
Bank of Portugal, calling for payment
to the holder of $5,000 In the year 1306
w ith Interest at 5 per cent., compound
ed annually, and as the note matures
this month the sum total she will re
ceive from the bank shortly will be
very nearly SB,OOO.
Neighborhood Depopulated After the
Spelling Bee.
I wanted to make inquiries about
several different people in a certain
neighborhood in lowa, and when I
found a farmer leaning over his gate.
I stopped my horse and asked him if
he knew one Henry Smith.
“Yes, sir. I've knowed him for ten
years," he replied, "but I can't tell
you where he is to-day.”
"And do you know James Thomp
"Jim Thompson? Why, him and
me are like brothers, but I can't say
where you'd find him to-day.”
"How about George Snyder?”
“George Snyder? Why. I was
tradin' hosses with him the other
week, but I can’t say where he is to
I asked after four or five other men
and received the same answers, each
one ending that it wasn’t knowr
where the man was just that day.
"Why don't you know where they
are to-day?" I finally asked.
"Becase, sir—becase we had an
old-fashioned spelling bee at the
schoolhouse last night, with every
body loaded for b’ar, and most every
body for five miles around has had
to take to the woods and won’t be
cornin' out for three or four days yet!"
—Baltimore American.
For Editor's Benefit.
"Mark Twain,” at the dinner In
honor of his seventieth birthday, ad
vised a young novelist not to shun
judicious self-advertisement.
"On one of my first visits to New
York, ’ he said, "I was taken on a
sight-seeing tour by a successful joke
writer. I learned during this tour
something about the way to succeed.
"As we rode down Broadway on a
car my friend suddenly looked up
from the comic paper he was reading,
gave a hearty laugh and then read
aloud to me a joke.
"'lsn't that great?’ he cried. “Oh,
ha, ha, ha. ha! Isn't that the fun
niest joke—ho, ho, ho!—you ever
“Just then we rose to get off. When
we reached the sidewalk 1 said to
my friend:
“ 'You showed me that joke before,
you know. It is one of your own, isn’t
"He smiled at my puzzled face and
" ‘Yes. But you didn’t notice the
man who sat opposite us, did you?
He is the editor who buys most of my
stufT and he doesn't know me person
ally. See?”’
Maimed Birds Did Well.
"Maimed birds show remarkable in
tolligence in getting food for them
selves.” said a naturalist.
••I once found in my garden a blue
bird that a stone had wounded badly.
The poor little creature could neither
walk nor fly. I put it in a cucumber
frame and fed it regularly, but I sup
pose I didn’t give it enough, for it
foraged industriously all the time.
Lying on the earth, it would cover it
self with leaves —only Its small eyes
would be visible. Then, when a fly
alighted somewhere near—swoop, the
bluebird's head and neck would dart
from the covering of leaves and the
fly would be devoured.
"A finch with a broken wing lived
high all one summer in my garden at
the expense of the spiders. It pillaged
their webs. It made a round of some
twenty webs a day and fattened on
the contents of those filmy larders.”
A New Theory.
In an uptown school the teacher In
one of the lower grades endeavored to
instill a little information into her
pupils on the subject of horses and
their gaits, and then asked each of
them to prepare a brief essay embody
ing some of the facts they had just
learned. One of the boy# thereupon
prepared and turned in the following
lucid offering:
"Borne horses is called paceters.
They can run faster ’cause they are
bowlegged.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
No Fairy Tale.
He belonged to the "hie” brigade.
He came home late and in disorder
His wife met him with a rolling pin
and a tense biceps, ready to strikt
;»hcn the Ire was hot.
"Shweetheart,” he said, “I've beef
discushln’ war at the club. I heard
you reading a paper on peace you read
before the woman's club. Now (hie)
lesh arbitrate thlsh matter.”
He thought he was wise. Next mor§
ing he was wiser.—lndianapolis Stir
Only After Expenses Were Paid and
Jollity a Remembrance Came Idea
That Important Fact Had been Over
It seemed years since Ethridge had
seen Rogers, and when they met one
afternoon in Union Square the latter
wouldn’t let him off until he had
promised to come and dine the next
"I don't know of anything that could
give me more pleasure, old man, than
to buy you the best dinner that can be
had in town." he said, and meant it.
So the next night Ethridge met Rogers
at one of the famous hotels uptown. It
was the first time this winter he had
been out anywhere, and the first time
he had worn his evening clothes.
Rogers is popular. Everybody
knows him. They had hardly met at
the appointed restaurant before a par
ty of sif. men in dinner clothes sur
rounded hint, and there were introduc
tions to Ethridge.
"Just going to dine? Come and dine
with üb,” insisted the spokesman of
the six. So presently the double
quartet was ordering wine and high
priced delicacies, quarreling good na
turedly as to who should pay for the
whole spread. The cigars, Ethridge
remembers, were long, glossy, brown
skinned beauties with no especial
trimmings in the way of silver foil,
but they cost $1.25 apiece. The bill as
a whole was pretty stiff, even for that
part of town By and by it was decid
ed to hire a room, play a few games
of poker and attend to the minor de
tail of who should pay afterward.
As soon as the game started a “kit
ty” was created to pay for cigars and
drinks. Because the "kitty” paid
everybody ordered more champagne.
The play lasted till near midnight.
Then, as some of the party had to
catch suburban trains, the game broke
up, all declaring that it had been a
long time since they had spent such
an agreeable evening with good fel-
"By Jove. I Was the Guest!”
lows. Ethriige had enjoyed himself
as much as any one, perhaps more.
The question of who should pay
came up acain. Rogers grabbed the
check when It was brought, but two
of his friends piled onto him and
took it away.
"Here, this is too much for any
one of us to stand.” they said. The
items were: Dinner. $47; wine, $35;
cigars. $13.50; sundries, SB. Total,
$103.50. "Let the ‘kitty’ pay for It.”
The "kitty,” however, though a
well-fattened animal, came S4O short
of paying the bill. Ethridge had lost
$25 at poker, but paid another $3 to
ward squaring the evening's fund,
each of the party bearing his share in
the deficit. Then, as they started
away, it suddenly occurred to Rogers
that the waiter had not been tipped.
“We'll soon settle that,” he said.
“Here, cut the cards to see who gives
him £3."
Ethridge lost ar l handed over the
tip. When he star ed home by him
self he found that hi remaining cash
amounted to $1.87. The evening had
been so pleasant, however, that even
then he did not grudge the outlay.
But as he turned into his door a
thought suddenly occurred to him.
“By Jove, I was the guest!"—New
York Press.
Fire Burned Forty Years.
In 187.7 a party of hunters kicked
some coals down a shaft Into the
Greenwood mine at Langsford. Pa.
Gases took fire and the flames have
not let up until recently. The mine
was closed and a mixture of water and
culm run into the fiery caverns. The
culm hardened, filling the openings
below and the end of the destructive
work is said to be in sight. Over a
mile of flame has been extinguished.
On Galileo's Tower.
This weather vane is on the tower
near Florence, where Galileo made im
portant astronomical observations. In
a room below it aro preserved the
great man’s telescope and various
other reminiscences of his sojourn
there. •
Wind Carried Off Manuscript.
Holman F. Day has met with an ac
cident which he could not have avoid
ed readily. A reader, who had his
story of Madawaska in manuscript,
had not fully made up his mind as to
its value when a gust of wind whisked
it from his hands. The reader, who
was on an elevated train at the lime,
has not vet been able to resume bis
study of life in far Madawaska.
Resemblance of Two Public Men
Makes Confusion.
For some time George Dexter Clark,
former chairman of the Republican
city committee, has been greatly de
ceived by the resemblance which Prof.
C. D. Ha/.en of Smith college bears to
Representative Winslow H. Edwards
of Easthampton. His confusion of the
two led ••o many amusing interviews,
in which Prof. Hazen was asked his
D. 11. Rhlnchnrt has sold his Interrst J n
opinion on political matters. His re
plies were often along other lines
than those expected by Clark.
Mutters culminated on a train to
Springfield a short time ago, when
Mr. Clark and Prof. Hazen occupied
seats opposite each other. Raising his
voles so that it could be heard above
the roar of the train, Mr. Clark yelled:
"How about that liquor bill?”
"What liquor bill?” demanded the
astomided professor: "I know nothing
about any liquor bill.”
“Why, of course you know,” per
sisted Mr. Clark; "you introduced it
into the House.”
"Introduced nothing!” said Dr. Ha
"Aren't you Representative Ed
wards?” asked Mr. Clark.
"Oh!”—Boston Herald.
Maine Man Can Tell the Time by
Looking at His Palm.
There is a man living at Newport.
Maine, who has the mysterious ability
of being able to tell the accurate time
of day by simply looking in the palm
of his hand as another would at his
No one has been able to learn his
method, and in fact he himself cannot
explain the source of his power. This
uncanny knowledge Is not of recent
origin, he having used it for many
When he first began to use this gift,
as he consideres it, he purchased a
watch, then looking at his hand to
I ascertain the time he would compare
his figures with those of his watch,
' finding his own always correct.
Many of the people about the vil
lage who doubted his power and who
looked upon it as a "fairy story” have
: by their own observation and experi
ments become convinced of its truth.
Walter Nason was horn in the town
of Palmyra forty years ago and went
i to Newport when he was about 15
years of age. He attended the dis
trict school at Gilman, after which he
found employment in different mills,
at one of which he is working at the
, present time.
Truant Grotto.
It is believed by geologists that this
beautiful natural grotto of Mitramo
nia, with the rest of the island of
Capri, where it stands, broke ofT at an
early age from the promontory of Sor
rento and anchored itself about three
miles away in the bay of Naples.
Professional Gossips.
In China elderly ladies are regu
larly employed as gossips, and they
are paid well. It is usual for them to
go to the best houses, beating a drum
to announce their arrival, and to
offer their services to the lady r.f the
house as entertainers. If their offer is
accepted they sit down and tell the
latest news, the choicest scandal and
anything that they think may interest
their hearers. Should their stock in
trade prove very delectable they most
likely go away with a handsome pres
ent in addition to their regular fee.
which is at the rate of about 25 cents
an hour. Some of these gossips have
a large number of clients, whom they
visit at regular intervals.
Gamekeeper Captures an Eagles.
Many a British gamekeeper has
ruthlessly shot an eagle, and even an
Alpine gamekeeper seldom secures
one alive. This rare exploit has just
been performed by a gamekeeper at
Albeuve, in Freiburg.
The bird had swooped upon a hare,
with which it was soaring to its eyry,
when the gamekeeper fired, and the
bird was hit in the wing just sufficient
ly to stop present flight without per
manently damaging the limb. The
hare was killed by the shot. The b'rd,
which is a Royal eagle, was captu*vd.
and the wing will soon heal. The
spread of the wings is 88 inches.—
Londjn Daily Globe.
The Boy Who Talks With Animals.
Perhaps the strangest case of com
munication and understanding be
tween man and animals ever investi
gated by scientists has come to light
in eastern Alabama —in the section of
cotton country between Wedowee and
Rockdale. The astounding reports
from the case have startled the stud
ents of psychology and the possibility
of the establishment of complete un
derstanding between man and the
lower animals is suggested by the
facts of the case.
Howard Erwin, a 6-year-old boy, is
reported by competent authority, and
the reports are substantiated wholly
or in part by the Investigations recent
ly conducted, to be able to converse
with, to understand, and to make him
self understood perfectly by animals
of all kinds. By some mysterious
power—not yet understood and not un
derstood at all by himself, this boy,
otherwise a perfectly healthy and nor
mal lad. holds long talks with cows,
with mules, with dogs, horses, sheep,
cats —even with the barnyard fowls
and he understands and reports to his
father or the others Just what the ani
mals want, all their grievances, their
sicknesses, and their wants.
Acts as Their Interpreter.
How he does it the boy does not
know'. The power, it seems, was born
in him. While fond of animals he
seems not to be more so than any
healthy child, nor do they seem espe
cially attached to him, with the excep
tion of Trace, his old coon dog, and
the relation he appears to bear to
them is simply that of a friendly trans-.
lator—or intermediary between them
and their masters.
Nor has any one yet been able to
discover whether it is by spoken lan
guage or by some mystic transference
of thoughts that they understand each
other. It is known that when he is
near an animal they both make sounds
occasionally, but he speaks nothing
that any one can understand nor does
the alleged language sound in any way
connected or to have any meaning
The discovery that the child is pos
sessed of a strange power has thrown
a veil of mysticism and superstition
around him. The negroes avoid him
and watch him with a strange mix
ture of fear and admiration.
And also within the last six months
it has been observed that his power of
communicating with the beasts of the
field appears to be waning—and those
who have studied the case declare that
within a few years the strange power
will vanish entirely.
Could Read Minds of Humans.
When the child was just beginning
to toddle around the house it was no
ticed he was not the same as other
children when he was in the presence
of human beings. He was extremely
intelligent from the time he first be
gan to notice things—and he read the
minds of his mother and father and
his sister Lizzie before he could talk.
The mother, who worked hard, had
little time to spend with him in play
and his companions were his sister,
three years older than he, and Trace,
the coon dog. The mother noticed
first that she did not have to speak to
her child when she wanted him to do
something. Often, she says, she
stnrted to tell him it wsis time to t«ake
a nap—and, before she could speak, he
either cried in protest against being
put to bed. or toddled towards the
trundle bed and rolled into it.
She is not a particularly bright wom
an, nor yet one of much education, al
though she can read and write, but
even she puzzled her brain about the
child. And, when he learned to talk,
she noticed it still more.
Dog Tells Him the Truth.
One evening she and her husband
were sitting with the children on the
porch of their little home, when How
ard, who had been stretched out on
the floor, with his head on the dog’s
body, wabbled to his feet and said:
“Maw, Trace says the mule Is in the
corn patch.”
"What will that child say next?”
asked Mrs. Erwin. "He's all the time
telling me what the dog says, or what
the pigs told him. I never saw such
a child. He must be crazy.”
Half an hour later the mule was
found in the corn patch.
"I reckon the dog told the kiddie the
truth,” remarked the father when he
came back. "I reckon I ought to have
gone out then. Shouldn’t be surprised
if old Jem had foundered herself."
After that the child's strange power
was watched with the greatest inter
est and with increasing amazement.
Worth of the Whipping.
A farmer, whose fruit orchards had
been very often robbed, caught a boy
up one of his trees.
“Come down, you young rascal!”
shouted the owner.
“No fear; not while you're there,”
replied the urchin.
"Well, I’ll wait till you do.”
“All right,” said the lad.
They had waited about an hour,
when an idea occurred to the boy.
Snatching an apple, he took a steady
aim, and hit the old farmer on the
head with it.
“Hullo, what’s up now?”
"It’s just this. I'm gaun to keep
peltin' till every apple’s off the tree un
less ye promise not to touch me, for
if I’m gaun to get a hidin’ I'm gaun
to have me sport for it. What d’ye
The owner of the property had to
Founder of Y. M. C. A.
The life of the late Sir George Wil
liams, founder of the Young Men's
Christian association, will be written
by his nephew. J. E. Hodder Williams
The negroes vowed he had second
At times the child would get up as
if he hud been called and trot out
through the yard and into the barn lot
—to some animal. Then he would
come back and report. He always used
the expression, “The horse says,” or
“The dog told me,” or “The hens say,
just as if he had been talking with
Told by Mule of Its Injury.
One evening his father, tired from
the day's work, was lying on the gras*,
when Howard came trotting in from
the barn.
"Paw,” he said, “Jem told me hetL
knee hurt her. She says she sprainJP
it plowing to-day.”
"I reckon that mule lied to yju,
son,” remarked his father. “I reckon
she's jes’ powerful lazy and don't want
to work to-morrow.”
"She says she can't work to-mor
row,” said the boy. "Her leg is so
sore she can’t hardly touch it to the
“I reckon she’s just tellin' you that
so’s you’ll tell me,” remarked the
The next day Jem was put to work,
but before noon her leg was so swollen
that Erwin was forced to abandon his
plowing and bring the suffering animal
into the barn. And for weeks she was
unable to work.
“I don't understand It,” remarked
the man. "There wasn't a mark or
a swelling on her, for I examined her
closely before taking her out to work."
Persuades Dog to Cease idling Sheep.
“Maw,” said Howard another day.
“Trace says he had a fine time kill
ing sheep the other night."
"Listen to the boy,” said the moth
er. "The Idea of Trace killing sheep.
Why, there isn’t any sheep around
here, except Mr. Tomlinson's and
none of them has been killed."
"Well,” argued the boy, '\ie says
him and the Norton dog killed two
sheep in Mr. Tomlinson's back pas
And the next day the carcasses of
two sheep were found in the bushes
at the edge of the pasture.
“You'd better tell Trace he'll be
killed if he does that any more,” sajf)
the father.
Shortly afterward Howard report
ed that Trace had promised never to
ki'l sheep any more —and, .-o far as
is known, he never has, although the
Norton dog was caught and killed a
few weeks afterward while eating the
body of a sheep.
Bull Explains Cause of Madness.
When the child was five years old
his power seemed at its greatest. He
was sent for by planters from all the
country around when valuable animals
got sick. lie would walk to the side
of the sick animal, slowly stroke its
head with his hand —and then come
away and tell exactly what the matter
was. Once, when Major Petti
ham bull got wild, refused to per
mit any one to come nenr it. and
raved around its pasture lot as if mad.
the boy calmly walked up to it, and,
after a time, came away and reported.
"The bull says that there is som*
thing hurting its foot and that the
pain is making It mad."
The negroeH, under orders, lasso* d
the bull, and a wire nail was found
sticking in the cleft of its front foot,
rusting while the wound festered, lie
reported that a valuable horse belong
ing to Gen. Dunston, merely had the
toothache, after veterinarians had
| tried in vain to cure it —and. when
; the tooth was removed the horse got
j well.
He told what the pet rabbits said,
he even talked with the pigs, and in
time, as the facts became known, he
was regarded with superstitious aw<**
The animals seemed to know by IP*
stinct that he understood them and
even the wild rabbits and the pos
sums would come to him, and the
wild birds did not seem a bit afraid
of him. Often when he sat in the
front yard In front of the house he
would be surrounded by a flock of
The facts reached Prof. Shaw, who
investigated and reported that the
child seemed possessed of a strange
and peculiar power—which gradually
was dying out. Without drawing any
definite conclusions he reported the
facts of the case as they were report
ed to him.
Real "Gentleman.”
She was fair, fat and forty, and
when she heard a suspicious noise
emanating from the dining room in
the wee small hours she picked up a
curtain pole nnd bravely started down
to investigate. By the flickering light
of the candle she discovered an in
truder in an evening suit and a silk
Who are you?" she demanded.
“I am a gentleman burglar,” replied
the stranger, bowing low.
"Gentleman, did you say? Why, no
gentleman would enter a house with
the intention of robbing a poor, de
fenseless wife."
Wife? Ah, lady, you look so young
and pretty I thought you must be
the youngest daughter.”
Flattery won. She went back
stairs without calling the police
the next day she told the neighbors
what a nice “gentleman” had robbed
the house.—Chicago News.
Fatalities in British Collieries.
In 1905 there were 955 fatal accl
dents in th« collieries of Great Brit
ain and Ireland.

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