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NEW NEWS OF YESTERDAY Vigil of Love Killed Savant How Affection of Lord Kelvin, the Famous British Physicist, for His Wife Really Led to His Death. Two years ago in December, the cable brought the news to this coun try, where he was wklely known and loved, that Lord Kelvin, the great Brit ish physicist, had died after a brief illness. A day or so later the cabled accounts of his funeral told that the only flowers on his casket at the fu neral was a wreath from Lady Kel vin. How Lord Kelvin’s great love for his wife really led to his death is here told for the first time, and the story is vouched for by Mr. George Westinghouse of Pittsburg, who was one of Lord Kelvin's most intimate friends. “When Lady Kelvin accompanied Lord Kelvin to America,” said Mr. Westinghouse, "everybody who met tlie two were invariably impressed with their deep devotion to each oth er. It was easily apparent that Lady Kelvin was not only a sharer in her husband’s interests in mechanics, physics, industrial development, and all science, in fact —of which he was In so great degree a master —but also that their domestic relations were ideal, she constantly looking to his comfort and ministering to him, and he responding with gentle carressea. “During Lord Kelvin’s last visit to this country, his friends here learned that he was deeply solicltious regard ing the state of Lady Kelvin’s health. Some time after his return to Eng land, word was received that Lady Kelvin had, in fact, become a hope Caruso of the Last Century Pitiful Talk of the Once Great Singer Not Long Before His Death in Poverty at New York. Brignoli—what a wealth of musical memories the name awakens in those lifelong lovers of operatic music whose heads are now gray. For Brig noli, coming to this country in 1855, for a quarter of a century thereafter was probably this country's most pop ular operatic tenor —a veritable Ca ruso of yesterday. He sang with Patti at her debut, with Nilsson, La Grange, Parepa-Rosa, Tietjens—all the great singers of his time. He had the coun try at his feet. Many are the memories that come to me of poor Brignoli, whom I met several times, at last to know quite well. But most vivid of all my recol lections of him is that of our last meeting, which occurred but a few months before he died in poverty— he who for years received what were then unprecedented sums for singing, excepting, possibly, those paid to Pat ti and Nilsson. Returning to my hotel about mid night of the second day of the Re publican national convention which was held in Chicago in 1884, I heard some one call my name as I passed the entrance of another hotel. Turn ing about, I discovered that it was Brignoli, whom I bad not seen for about a year, and then in Washing ton. We shook hands. "If you please,” he said, with the grace and politeness and courtesy that were Inbred In him, "I would walk with you back to your hotel.” Then he added, byway of ex planation as we Btarted off. "I have walked much .by myself this evening, and It seems happy to me to meet some man that I used to know, to talk a little with him." “Are you singing here, Brignoli?" I asked. "Ah, no, not much,” he said wear ily. "I came here to sing a little, but Brignoll's voice—what is it? Puff—” and here he snapped his Angers with a disdainful gesture, "it Is gone. It is no longer Brignoll's voice." "What Is the trouble?” I asked. "Have you been 111?" He touched his breast. "Sick here." For a moment he was silent Then his heart spoke. “What is Brignoli now? Nothing. He might as well be dead. It would be better, perhaps. Ah, it would sure ly have been better, perhaps. Ah, it would surely have been better for Brignoli if he had never had a voice. Then he would have stayed in Naples. He would have had a good trade. He would havo lived and worked and loved and laughed like others of his family. He would have had something for his old ago. He would not now be walking the streets in the night, thinking this: 'Not any longer are you Brignoli.’ Because he learns this —when you have a voice und sing so that they clap and shout, then you are an idol. They point the Anger at you on the street and say, 'That’s Brignoli.’ But when the voice is gone, then you are nothing. They for get you. They don’t remember that they ever knew you. They have for gotten Brignoli, and he once had the world at his feet Ah. It was all bad, less invalid. Then came the report that Lord Kelvin himself was serious lyMU, and within a week or two the announcement of his death followed. "It was his solicitude for the com fort of his invalid wife—his helpmeet of a life time—that really killed him. Though he was a man of advanced years, and had need to husband his strength, from the day that Lady Kel vin became an invalid he was in con stant attendance upon her. He could scarcely be prevailed upon to leave her for a few minutes, even; he seemed to feel that that time was wasted which he could not devote to the care of his wife. He was con vinced that her illness was mortal, How Fillmore Tricked State His Crafty Methods, When, as Comp troller of New York, He Wished to Be Absent from His Office. Probably no man now living knew Millard Fillmore so well as did Charles C. Clarke, who, prior to his retirement from active life some years ago, was long the treasurer of the New York Central railroad. “Fillmore’s was a romantic career,” said Mr. Clarke to me one day. ‘‘Be ginning as a wool carder in a town near Buffalo, he became president of the United States. He had many re markable adventures, and the story of his life, if told in popular style, would furnish almost as fascinating a very bad mistake, I would be happy now in Italy, if only I had been Just Brignoli, without a voice.” What could I say? In silence ve reached the door of my hotel. Across the way beckoned a well-lighted bar. I saw Brignoli's eyes wander in its direction. “Ah. if I could only buy a drink of brandy!” he appealed. He— the Brignoli who had been great—who had received the w*orship of the great —was stranded in a great city with out a cent of money in his pocket! A few minutes later he passed out into the night, and the next I heard of him was that he had died in pov erty in New York City. (Copyright. 1909. by E. J. Edwards.) Wines for Royalty. Sherry is a wine that has almost disappeared from the table of Ed ward VII. The king some years ago sold a large quantity of sherry that had been laid down in the royal cel lars many years before his accession, and since the sale of sherry has quite fallen out from the list of fashion able wines in England. His majesty knew what he was about. He had reached the age when light wines are advisable, for health’s sake, and he neither wished to oblige himself nor his guests to partake of even the smoothest, mellowest sherry. Among some facts concerning the wines served at his sovereign’s table, re cently related by the head butler in charge of the department at Buck ingham palace, he says visitors often go over the cellars, and on one occasion after he had told the history of a certain almost priceless claret to a foreign royalty who was inspect ing the wines, the latter exclaimed with a laugh: “Why, wine like that ought to be in a museum.” Old Dutch Cradles. Baby's bath is now mounted on tres tles so as to save stooping on the part of the nurse, while the cot and bas ket are almost always of the folding variety, draped with hemstitched and embroidered lawn threaded with satin ribbons or with embroidered net. Occasionally a reproduction of an old Dutch cradle will be used, and this will be lined with quilted satin. The newest quilts are stuffed with a vegetable fiber or wood wool which comes from Sweden. These are beau tifully light and porous and are recom mended for hygienic reasons. When baby takes his daily constitu tional it is in u perambulator with sil ver fittings, a crest or monogram on its white enameled surface. Some times the carriage is even upholstered in white, and the cover may be of lino linen trimmed with real Irish cro chet, while in winter it will be of opos sum or Tibet goat. The Poet of the Attic. It Is reported that a modem verse muker has been sued for a $27 gro cery bill. « This seems to advance him a little nearer the real poet class. In the earlier day, however, the real poet never got within hniling dis tance of $27 worth of credit.—Cleve land Plain Dealer. True Thrift. Stella —Is she economical? Bella —Very; she will bsvo tea cents any time to spend a dollar. by E.J.EDWARDS and to those who endeavored to per suade him to rest now and then, he re plied that during the time left to him and to Lady Kelvin to be together, he felt that he ought to give her his con stant attention. And so, hour after hour, he sat by his wife’s bedside, holding her hand and talking with her. At last there happened what Lord Kelvin’s friends had feared all along —the strain of his constant vigil of love broke him down completely, and having no surplus vitality to rely upon for recuperation, he passed away. “To-day Lady Kelvin lingers on, a hopeless invalid—and I doubt not that all her thoughts in all her waking hours are of the man whose whole married life was dominated by the one thought of her comfort and hap piness.” (Copyright, 1909, by R. J. Edwards.) reading as does the early life of Abraham Lincoln. "It was my good fortune to know Fillmore well. He became comptrol ler of the state of New York in 1847, and not until the following year was he nominated for vice president on the Whig ticket with Gen. Taylor. During that period I was deputy treas urer of the state, Mr. Fillmore fre quently dropped into my office to chat with me, and in this manner I came to know him intimately. “But of all the things he told me confidentially of the great politicians of the day, and of all the things he did to my own personal knowledge, noth ing threw for me so interesting a light on the man’s character as did his methods of tricking the state whenever he wanted to be absent from his office. It Is a story that illustrates perfectly the crafty side of his nature. His other and nobler side was that which any great mao and true patriot possesses. “Soon after he became comptroller, Fillmore brought to the treasurer’s office some blank warrants and asked me whether, if he signed them in blank, they could be utilized in case he were absent from his office, for he expected to go pretty often to Buf falo and other points in the state. I answered that this could not be done, but added that if he were out of the state at any time, then his deputy would have authority to sign war rants, which the treasurer would be obliged to honor. “ ‘Well,* said Mr. Fillmore, ‘if I should go to New York and take the Housatonic railroad, which runs through Connecticut, it would take me out of the state for a few hours, then my deputy would be authorized to sign, and it would not make any dif ference if I got to New York City that way?’ “ ‘If you notify us that you are go ing into Massachusetts and Connecti cut,* I replied, ‘then your deputy would be authorized to sign the war rants until you notified us of your re turn to the state.* “That was all the assurance that Mr. Fillmore wanted, and after that, for several months, whenever he went to New York City, he took the Housa tonic railroad Instead of going by steamboat down the Hudson, as al most everybody else did. But first he always notified us that he was leaving the state and took equal care not to notify us of his return to it until he was back in Albany. “But I think that without question, the strangest of all his subterfuges to trick the state of his time, and so give himself more time, he employed at the time the suspension bridge over the Niagara river was under construc tion. “There was to be some sort of cere mony at Niagara in which he wanted to tuke part, and it wus to occur at a time when some important warrants would have to be signed by the comp troller. Nevertheless, he went on to Buffalo, hud himself taken across the river in u basket In which the bridge workmen were conveyed across the chasm, and then sent us word that he was in Canada, so that we would be compelled to recognize this deputy's signature on those important war rants and all others until such time as he notified us that he had returned to the state. "Think of it—the man who was to be vice president in two years, and president in three years and u half later, being the party to a subterfuge liko that. For he wus actually out of the state less than an hour, though officially he did not return to if for some days. (Copyright, loop, by E. J. Ed wares.) Not Up-to-Date. TTncle Slle—Thar's one thing I can’t understand, Mandy. Aunt Mandy—What’s that, Silas? Dncle Slle—Why, how kin these tony city fellers keep their swell par lors up-todate when they cover the walls with palntin’s by the old mus ters. Prehistoric Pugilism. “In the olden days they had encoun ters between two-headed giants.” “I suppose such combats called for i a double amount of preliminary talk." Dorothy’s Way By EDITH S. SPEED (Copyriglu, 1909 by Associated Literary Press.) James drew up the window shades find. laying some letters on a little table by the bedside, remarked: “A fine day, sir." The sleeper opeend his eyes. “Don’t teii me it is time to get up?” It is eight o’clock, sir.” While James was drawing the bath for his master Rev. John Ashe stretched out his hand and took up the bundle of letters. On top was a little blue envelope addressed in a feminine band, familiar and full of character. The man tore open the envelope and began eagerly to read the contents. “Overlook, L. 1.. April 1. “My T>*ar John—l am wrltln/f to an nounr o not only my engagement but the date of my -\%eddlng. May 1, Just a month hence. “You no doubt will be surprised at my deeiftion to marry so soon after the announcement of my engagement; but as you know, I always did do eccentric things, and now that I know my own mind I wish to be married as soon as possible. “Perhaps you know -the man I am to marry. At present I shall not tell you his name, but leave you. to guess. He is one of our own old circle of friends. “Will you marry us. John? This I wish most earnestly. The wedding will be sol emnized at noon on the first, only a quiet little home wedding with a very few friends present. Try to catch the nine o’clock train from Long Island City. Do not refuse this one request and please your sincere friend, “DOROTHY MILLS.” It was not meant to be a cruel let ter; but it hit hard. Rev. John Ashe had known Dorothy since his junior year at college, where he had met her at a football game. She was a very attractive girl and he had fallen in love with her. After graduating from the seminary he had proposed; but she had refused him. A year later, when he received a Aattering call to a parish church in Evanston, he repeat ed his proposal to Dorothy to become his wife, but her answer was no. She admitted she cared about him, but not enough to marry him, and promised that, should she And, in years to come, that she really could love him she would write; but he must not propose to her again. To this he had reluc tantly consented. Now, he had been in the west for two years and had re ceived friendly letters from Dorothy, but she never had said the words he so longed to hear. And, after all this time, she was about to marry another man and she begged him to officiate. That seemed more than he could do. It was hard enough to know that she was to marry some one else —but to perform the ceremony. No, he never could do that. Why was Dorothy so cruel? She knew that the one great hope he had cherished for the last three years was to make her his wife. He would send her word at once regretting his In ability to be at Overlook on the Arst. Again the strong desire to please her—the desire that had mastered him since their Arst meeting, prompted him to send a telegram of acceptance. He would do for Dorothy the one thing against which his soul and heart re belled. He would attend her wed ding. The tub Ailed, James returned to ar range his master’s wearing apparel. Instead of having to call him a second time, as was the custom, his man found the minister sitting up in bed staring into vacancy. His brown eyes, no longer full of sleep, were unusually bright and his mouth had become very stern. “Do you recall any engagement for May 1, James?” The Rev. John Ashe had always to depend upon his servant to keep him in mind of engagements. We leave New York for Old Point Comfort, sir, at 3:30.” ' Bless me, I had forgotten. But that doesn’t Interfere with u 12 o’clock wedding.” His servant stared a minute, then remarked: "Your bath is ready, sir." The minister was sure he never have performed his duties cor rectly during the month that followed if it had not been for James. The faithful man Instantly reminded him of things to be done, and when the thirtieth came secured berths, packed the luggage and. at the last minute, bundled his master on the train for New York and the wedding. The train rolled along all night and the minister slept with a semi-con sciousness that provoked endless dreams. One was very persistent, in which ho proposed to Dorothy and she accepted him. Finally he awoke with u happy sigh which memory turned Into unhappiness. Thus disconsolate, ifc- arose, for the traiu was nearing New York, and he began the dlillcu* performance of dressing in a sleeping car. * By 8:30 he was crossing the ferry frefm New York to Long Islaiid City to catch his train. He met no one he knew; the wedding guests were to go out Inter In the day. In an hour ho reached Overlook, a pretty little Long Island village in a hilly country, with a few stores and cottages nestling in the valley and beautiful homes of too wealthy crown ing the wooded knolls. Am automobile met him nt the sta tion and he was boon at the Mills home, a very spuc4ous house of colo nial style, overlooking the sound. Mrs. Mills, an elderly widow, re ceived him. "I am glad to see you, and so pleased that you caught this train. I do not know what I should have done with Dorothy If you had not come early. She has been very nervous all morning fearing that something might happen to prevent your coming. She was so relieved when she saw the automobile. She Is waiting for you in our sitting room upstairs. You know where !t is.” Slowly the minister climbed the stairs, noting every familiar object. The gayety of the smilax and roses everywhere struck a jarring note upon the depression of his own feelings. How different from the home coming he had planned! He stopped to pat Bob, the collie, who stood at the head of the stairs wagging his tall in wel come. As he was about to knock upon the door of the sitting room it opened and I Dorothy stood in the square of the doorway, a lovely vision in white. The sunlight streaming through the win dows behind her shone upon her fair hair, making It sparkle like gold. She had always been pretty, but to-day she was beautiful. Taking both his hands In hers she drew him Into the room. “Oh, John. It is so good to see you again. I knew you would come, al though each time the bell has rung I could not help being nervous, for you cannot imagine how hopeless the wed ding would be without you.” “It is good of you, Dorothy, to say that; but had I not come you could have secured the services of another minister.” “I couldn’t do that very well, John. Your coining has made me so happy.” In such moments there is but one refuge—the commonplace—and John Ashe ffed to it to hide his emotion. “I must not forget the little present I have for you.” He drew frim his pocket a tiny box. It held a small crescent of diamonds. “Oh, how beautiful!” she exclaimed. “I shall wear It to-day. It will be the only piece of jewelry to adorn my wed ding dress.” “That will not please your husband, Dorothy. Tell me whom you are to marry? I have not guessed.’ She looked at him a few seconds, then a faint smile hovered r round her lips, and she said: “Haven’t you? I am to marry th* Rev. John Ashe. And he has prom ised to marry me." WAGES PAID OUT FOR FOOD Figures Show That Bulk of Earnings Go for Absolutely Necessary Expenses. The standard of living among work men in this city has been Investigated and reported on by the New York Association for Improving the Condi tion of the Poor. The report shows that among 1,000 men, who had been compelled to ask for aid. the average yearly wage, when employed at full time, varied from $525 to $575. The men whose statements were used in this computation were practically all able-bodied, with families and anxious to work. The percentage of skilled and unskilled laborers in the 1,000 was about equal. The average wage fell more than S2OO short of the SBOO necessary for a decent standard of living under prevailing economic con ditions in this city. This standard was Axed by a recent study made un der the Sage Foundation, which showed It was impossible for a family pf Ave or six. the average size, to maintain a normal standard of living on an income unde? SBOO a year. The federal bureau of labor reports an In vestigation It made. sbowMng the aver age Income afnong 1,415 workmen in the North Atlantic states, among whom the percentage of skilled labor was high, wag $834.83. Against this was an average yearly expenditure of $778.04. of which but 43 per cent, was spent for food. A* report based on re turns received from about 1,000 fami lies In Berlin and Hamburg. In Ger many, showed an average yearly in come for skilled workmen there of $458.83, and the average expenditure $457.71. of which $51.5 per cent, was spent for food alone. These Agures were obtained by the imperial statisti cal department of Berlin, and com mented on in London newspapers. Among the unskilled laborers in In dustrial and commercial occupations, the report showed an average yearly Income of $409.78, and an average yearly expenditure of $411.70, of which 54 per cent, went for food alone. Future of Spinal Anaesthesia. The position which spinal anaesthe sia is destined to hold in the field o< <»urgery In the future is not yet clearly to be discerned. Its true claims. Indeed, nt the present day are not very easy to state with precision, for It is a comparatively new venture and its methods are not yet certain, nor are the opinions ns to Its value among those who ate practicing it by any means unanimous. . . . Spinal anaesthesia does not appear to be welcomed so warmly In Great Britain as in some of the continental countries, and we believe that the main reason is that there is less cause to be dissatisfied with the use of general anaesthetics here than there is abroad. —Lancet (London). HER WEIGHT INCREASED FROM 100 TO 140 POUNDS. Wonderful Praise Accorded Perunathe Household Remedy Mrs. Maria Goertz, Orionta, Olclft* homa, writes: “My husband, children and myself have used your medicines, and we al ways keep them in th~ house in case of necessity. I was restored to health by this medicine, and Dr. Hartman’s in valuable advice and books. People'ask about me from different places, and are surprised that 1 can do all of my honse work alone, and that I was Cured by the doctor of chronic catarrh. My husband was cured of asthma, my daughter of earache ajid catarrh of the stomach, and my son of catarrh of the throat. When I was sick I weighed 100 pounds; now I weigh 140. "I have regained my health again, and I cannot thank you enough for your advice. May God giYe you a long life and bless your work.” A PROPOSAL Housewife —You always seem to en joy eating my food, but my husband is never suited with it! Beggar—Say, get a divorce and marry me! Why does Great Britain buy Its oatmeal of us? Certainly it seems like carrying coals to Newcastle to speak of export ing oatmeal to Scotland and yet, every year the Quaker Oats Company sends hundreds of thousands of cases of Quaker Oats to Great Britain, and Europe. , The reason Is simple; while the English and Scotch have f >r centuries eaten oatmeal in quantities and with a regularity that hag made them the most rugged and active mentally of all people, the American has been eating oatmeal and trying all the time to improve the methods of manufacture so that he might get that desirable foreign trade. How well he has succeeded would be seen at a glance at the export re ports of Quaker Oats. This brand ia recognized as without a rival in clean liness and delicious Aavor. 61 President Taft on Discontent. President Taft, in one of his ad dresses to the farmers of Florence, N. C., told a story about discontent. "No man,” he said, “can really un derstand chronic discontent after hav ing eaten one of those famous pine stews of North Carolina. Chronic dis content does, however, exist. Now and then w*e find a case or two among farmers when the wrong. " ‘Ah, yes, Joseph, you have cause to complain,’ a lawyer said to a farm er. ‘The harvest has been very bad, no doubt of that. But you should re member that Providence cares for all, and even the birds of the air are pro vided for.’ " ‘Yes,’ said the discontented farm er, so they are—off my potatoes.’ " Washington Post. Childish Inference. Little Julia was taking her after noon walk with her mother. Her at tention was attracted for the first time to a large church edifice on one of the street corners. “Oh, mother!’’ she exclaimed, “whose nice big house is that?” “That, Julia, is God’s house,” ex plained the mother. “Some time later it happened that the child was again taken by the church, this time on Sunday evening when services were in progress. Julia, noticing the brilliantly lighted windows, drew her own conclusions. "Oh, look, mother,” she called out, “God must be having a party." INSOMNIA Leads to Madness, If not Remedied in Time. "Experiments satisfied me, some S years ago," writes a Topeka woman, "that coffee was the direct cause of the Insomnia from which I suffered ter ribly, as well as the extreme nervous ness and acute dyspepsia which made life a most painful thing for me. “I had been a coffee drinker since childhood, and did not like to think that the beverage was doing me all this harm. Dut It was, and the time came when I had to faco the fact, and pro tect myself. I therefore gave up coffee abruptly and absolutely, and adopted Postum as my hot drink at meals. “I began to note Improvement In my condition very soon after I took on Postum. The change proceeded grad ually, but surely, and It was a matter of only a few weeks before I found my self entirely relieved—the nervousness passed awuy, my digestive apparatus was restored to normal efficiency, and I began to sleep, restfully and peace fully. "These happy conditions have con tinued during all of the 6 years, and 1 cm safe In saying that I owe them en tirely to Postum, for wheu I began to drink It I ceased to use medicine." Head the little book, “The Hoad to \Vellvllle,”in pkgs. “There’s a Reason." Kwf read the above lettert A■» aao appears from lime to lime. Tbey are aeaalae, true, aad tall mi ksaus tale real.