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THEY CHANGED HEADS
Strange Experiences of Two
Soldiers Who Went to War
The Head of One Becomes At
tached to the Body of
When They Go Back Home
Their Wives Do Not Rec
A Marvelous Tale, Translated
From the German of Hans
OH ANN Grothe
kept a grocery store
in a little country
town. He weighed
honestly every day
coffee and raisins for
his customers, and
his heart was de
voted to his three
children and to cer
tain favorite dishes
which his wife knew
how to prepare to his
taste. He was industrious, and had
saved up something from the profits of
his business. But then a cruel war
broke out. and Joliahn Grothe was com
pelled to take leave of those he loved.
As a militiaman he strapped his knap
sack upon his back, and with his musket
at his shoulder he marched with his
comrades in arms. The music sounded
merrily at the head of the column, but
not in harmony with the spirits of the
Battle after battle was fought, and
our Johann Grothe was extended God's
protecting hand. But one battle yet im
pended, the hist and decisive engage
ment, and in it hi-- regiment came into
the midst of the most destructive artil
lery fire. The regiment suffered so
great losses that it was compelled to
fall back in order to re-form its lines,
but Johann Grothe remained uninjured.
But as the enemy at last made one more
desperate attack he had also again to
advance, and when the battle was
already decided a last cannon ball
crashed amongst the helmets of the
brave soldiers;. it tore his head and the
head of the man standing behind him
in the line as sharply from their should
ers as it' they were cut off with a razor.
ON THE BATTLE FIELD.
While the soldiers advanced. Johann
Grothe's body lay against a warden wall;
the rear-rank man bad fallen upon the
edge of a ditch, and a few paces away;
their heads had been so thrown that
they stood erect.
It was very still on the battlefield.
Friends and foes camped at a distance.
Then an old man with a long white
beard wandered over the bloody field,
lie was a famous Arabian doctor and
magician, who had come from the East
to lend his aid on the battlefields where
human skill and science would not avail.
THE MAGICIAN. .
ne saw Johann Grothe sitting there,
and the rear-rank man lying on the
edge of the ditch, and he saw the two
heads iying near. So he took the near
est head and set it • between Johann
Grothe's shoulders, and the other he set
between the shoulders of-his comrade.
Johann Grothe opened his eyes. He
had no consciousness that he had lost
his head, but it felt a little strange. He
looked around upon the dead about him,
and rejoiced that he had fared no worse
in the battle. He noticed that the man
who had stood behind him in the ranks
got up, took his gun upon his shoulder
and hurried to join his command, so he,
too, set out to find his regiment.
But he felt differently than before,
and as he came to camp at night and
the camp fire blazed about him, he could
not sleep, but had all sorts of strange
thoughts. He dreamed, for instance,
although his eyes were open, that he
was a cabinetmaker who must have left
his journeymen and apprentices at home
in order to go to the war. He saw him
self plainly as he worked at home with
the measure, square and glue pot, and
had all sorts of names aud expressions
in his head which he had never known
before, and wondered whether the work
was being properly carried on by his
workmen at home.
Johann Grothe rolled over on his bed
of straw, and then his heart began to
feel a longing for his wife and children.
He rejoiced that he would soon be able
to press them to his heart again, and be
coming weary he fell asleep.
Peace was concluded, and the troops
were sent to their homes. As Johann
Grothe reached the railway station of
his native town everything seemed
strange to him, but his heart drew him
strongly to his family. The streets and
people had become strange.but his heart
led him aright, and there before a house
he saw three children playing. He hur
ried to them, and took them one after
another into his arms and kissed them,
indeed they seemed to him to have
•hanged, but they were none the less
dear to him for that reason. But the
children recognized him no longer.
They wanted nothing to do with him.
and the smallest
began to cry. The
others took refuge
in the open door
of the grocery
store, and the
smallest ran after
them as soon as it
was again upon
He was consid
erably cast down.
"Yes, yes "'said
he, "this will be
the experience of many of my comrades.
The war has lasted so long! Our own
children recognize us no more, but per
haps that is on account of • the military
Then he went into the store and there
he saw his wife. He stepped before
her, extending his arms andsmiling.but
she did nothing of the kind. She asked
him coldly whether he came from the
war, and whether he had seen her hus
Johann Grothe had entered with the
impression that he was going into the
wrong house, but his heart at home,
and although his wife seemed very
much changed lie was happy to find her
in such good health. So he cried:
"14 is =1, your: Johann! Don't you
know me any more?"
But his wife uttered a cry, called him
- a shameless fellow, and hurried away to
call for help. '■•'"-<■•-'■.' W. ••" ... •'
Johann Grothe shook his" head in per
plexity, and then he wondered that his
wife had taken up the idea during the
war of opening a grocery^ store. He
the counter and
read .upon the
etc. And then a
child from the
came in and asked
for 5 pfeninge
worth of cloves.
When the child
saw him it looked at him in terror and
stammered out that it would come back
when Fran Grothe was in.
Meanwhile he followed his wife and
found her standing frightened in the
middle of the rear room. He was great
ly surprised at this reception.
' .She stood there and said nothing, but
lie asked many questions, whether she
had hail the tooth which had troubled
her extracted, whether young Franz
continued to sutler often from his cough
and about other things near to the heart
of the lather of a family.
Fran Grothe was astonished.
"He acts exactly as if he were my
husband," she said to herself. "He
knows and understands everything
which no other man could know. But
it is not possible that two years could
have changed him so! His eyes are
quite different; his beard was brown,
but now it is blonde, and his voice has
Johann Grothe was sadly downcast,
but he was also hungry and asked for
something to eat.
"Now," thought his wife, "1 will put
him to a test. When 1 used to give him
cold sausage for breakfast he was very
amiable toward me ail day."
So she asked him what he would pre
fer to eat. ";:-.
"Cold sausage, as you know very
well," said he, and that was a sure proof
for her. ~JK*_**"*~BS~"~%_"_""~
She looked only to see whether he had
still the scar upon his right wrist, and
then she embraced him and wept for
•'Oil. I kept the sausage read}- for
you!" she cried. "Johann. Johann, it is
then really you! Only how was it pos
sible that your face should have changed
so in the terrible war!"
Johann Grothe stepped before a mir
ror, a thing which he had not been able
to do during the war. He looked at
himself and thought that after all his
hardships he was looking very well.
"But do you find no change in your,
looks?" asked his wife.
He replied that he did not. He made
faces at himself in the glass, but it was
just the same; he frowned, but he did
not remember that he had ever looked
Frau Lise had always loved Johann's
merry brown eyes, and the blue eyes
looked strangely at her. It seemed as if
an entirely different person looked out
of them, and the voice sounded so dif
ferent! But she was' a wise woman,
and determined to put up with the in
Next day Johann rose early, but trou
bled himself not at all about the store.
When Lise had opened the store she saw
her husband enter, and again open all
the drawers and curiously peer into
"Why did you set up the grocery store
during my absence?*" he "asked, "and
what has become of my workshop? 1
must goto work."
Lise stared at him in fear. He asked
further about his two journeymen and
the apprentice, and what had become of
the lumber shed in the yard,and whether
she had sold his workbench for all the
syrup, coffee and the other things. He
said he did not wish to give up Ins trade
as a cabinetmaker.
The poor wife knew not what to an
swer, but left him alone in the store.
When after a time she returned she
found him standing in the doorway in
his former every-day dress.
"There are people in the store who
want to purchase all sorts of things," lie
said. "I don't understand anything
about it. I am going to the city to-day,"
he added, "to get a new work-bench and
some lumber, and to hire a workman,
so that 1 can get to work again." '.v '■■',
"He has really gone crazy," moaned
Lise to herself.
She drew him back into the house,
and to pacify him told him that that
could be attended to later. But he asked
her for money to make the purchases.
She replied that she could spare no
money from the store, whereupon he re
plied that he would go to Lowenthal,
the money changer, from whom he had
so often borrowed. -::
There was no man of this name in
town, but Lise shrewdly told him that
the man was upon a journey.
Johann put his hat on again.
"Then In,will ask some of my old
friends for the money," said he as he
left the house.
Lise sat down and wept bitter tears.
The children surrounded tier, and the
youngest wept also, because its mother
did. The poor woman could not tell
them that their father had lost his rea
johann Grothe returned at midday.
"It is strange!" said he, sadly. "Not
a solitary man do I know of all whom I
have met, and I don't know my way
through the town."
But when he saw Lise he was in good
spirits again, and kissed her. He took
the children, too, again in his lap, al
though they acted strangely toward
And thus it went on from day to day.
But he became discontented because he
could not endure idleness. Lise always
called the children when she wished to
restore him to good spirits. She did all
in her power to avoid provoking him,
but when she finally, on the advice of
the neighbors, summoned a physician
from a neighboring city to examine him,
he became very angry, and drove the
■- Lise had never seen he r husband so
"I am not crazy!" he cried, "but I
shall become crazy if I have no employ
ment. The whole stock in the store
there shall be sold, for I am no shop
keeper, but a cabinetmaker, and I want
my work bench back."
But when his anger was spent he em
braced Lise again and the chilren, and
the good woman, to whom the doctor
had said that her husband suffered from
monomania, could only quiet him when
she sat down with him and told him
about men and things which were dear
to his heart or when she offered cold
sausage for his stomach.
Peace was, however, frequently dis
turbed, and ultimately it was not possi
ble to restore it. Johann was as good at
heart as ever, but when his heart would
do anything his head would not suffer it,
and his head gradually. obtained fall
power over his whole nature. He in
sisted on following his own will, and de
clared that he was master in the house.
"I am the cabinet-maker Gottfred
Adrian," he cried, "and no one shall
compel me any longer to -be a petty
"For heaven's sake,'-' sighed Lise,
when she heard it, "now he is the cabi
net-maker Adrian He has forgotten
his own name!"
Thus it came about that when the dis
cord had constantly become worse, Jo
hann said to himself one day:
"I am still young; I will leave my
wife and children for a while, and when
I return things will go better. Lise can
meanwhile keep her shop; it will sup
port her and the children.
To tin's determination he held fast.
He embraced his children one evening
with tears in his eyes, and left the house
after leaving on the table where his
wife was preparing supper a paper upon
which he had written:
"Farewell! I cannot endure idleness.%
lam going out into the world to earn
my living as a cabinet-maker.'". ". 7
His heart was heavy and urged him to
return, but his head'
said to him, "They
consider you crazy;
show the world in the
workshop that you can
succeed as a cabinet
maker!" And he re
peated this to himself
ness bade him* return.
| After an hour on the
road he concluded to
rest at an mn beside the highway. In
front of the house stood a long table
with a lunch on either side. At one end
sat a man with a mug of beer before
him. His head was leaning on his hand
and he drank nothing, but seemed very
sad.' ■:■'/,.. ■ ;.,-■;. ./■; v—V; -•:■..
.; Johann seated himself at > the other
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end of the table, and the stranger looked
up. g He gazed at Johann with surprise.
Johann did the same, and the two sat
there gazing at each other, but saying
"Tell me, who are you?" cried the
stranger, finally. .
"My name is Gottfried Adrian, ami I
am a cabinetmaker looking for work.
And who are you?"
"My name is Johann Grothe, and I am
a grocer. But I have been unfortunate
since I came home from the war. My
wife had meanwhile lost her reason,anil
she didn't know me. During the war
she set up a cabinetmaker's shop and
hired workmen, and, as I knew nothing
of the trade. 1 left home. Now 1 am
wandering about the world, and have
determined this evening to throw my
self into the river and make an end of
"It Is strange! It happened almost
the same with me. only that my wife
maintained that I was crazy, for she
said 1 was not a cabinetmaker, and for a
while 1 almost believed her."
The two drank together till the beer
went to their heads, and then the one
who was tired of life suddenly looked
up and stared into the face of the other.
"1 recognize your face again ■ now!"
he cried. "During the war you stood
behind mc in the ranks."
"No, I stood in front of you cried
the other, gazing at him.
"No, 1 say you stood behind me!" and
he struck the table violently with his
list in anger.
"And 1 say I was in front!"
Both had* sprung up and they were
about to attack each other with their
fists. But their hands sunk suddenly to
their sides, and the two stood opposite
each other and stared at each other in
They had not observed that during
their dispute an old man with a white
beard, a long dark mantle and a staff
had come that way. It was the Arabian
"Well," said he, recognizing them
again, "1 must. have transposed their
heads in my haste on the battlefield, and
now their heads don't match their hearts.
Here the magic art alone will avail."
He waved the staff above them, and
their heads again changed places, so
that one stood where the other had
Johann Grothe, the grocer, reached
out his hand to the cabinet-maker, and
said calmly: ::v.r
"We have both been mistaken; let us
remain good friends!"
■ But he extended his
hand into the vacant
air, for the magician
had already before his
eyes carried the cabi
net-maker away hi his
Close by 'Johann
heard a loud cry of joy.
Lise had found the
paper which he had
left, and . had taken
her children to follow
HfluhK She told him
that he should not go out into the
world. She believed him as kind at
heart as he had ever been, and he
should have his workbench, and then
there would be no more disagreement.
As she threw herself into his arms
she looked again into the brown eyes
which she had missed so long, and "the
children clung to the skirts of his coat
cried joyfully ■
"Papa! Papa!" Th. •>■
had not done so be-Hi
fore for a long time.
The next morning
Johann Grothe stood
again behind the
counter and weighed
coffee and raisins.and
said nothing more
about his workbench.
And Gottfried Adri-
an, the "cabinetmaker,
returned the same
evening to his wife,
who received him joyfully, and said:
"What do you think? A fellow came
to the house and pretended he was my
husband! But I sent him off in grand
And Gottfried Adrian, the rear
rank man, next morning stood con
tented in his workshop.
CAUGHT ON THE FLY.
The harder a base ball club works the
more it plays.—Detroit Free Press.
A person need not necessarily be a base
ballistto get off his Pittsburg
Chronicle-Telegram. ■■_■■' ■-.
The base ball season is almost at an
end. It will be closely followed by the
snowball season.—Boston Post.
After the base ball season is over the
catchers " will be allowed to go un
It is not likely that the base ball pen
nant will go to Detroit this year for more
reasons than "won."—Washington
That member of the base ball club who
was "turned out because he was too
full" must have been the pitcher.—
A base ball umpire has bought himself
a first-class kicking mule, so as not feel
lonesome at the end of the season.—
Chicago Inter Ocean.
: A base ball player generally goes out
on strikes, but a Texas ranger knocked
a man out with five balls—from a re
volver.—Detroit Free Press.
After all, what one thing is doing so
much to cement the differences between
the North and South as the great na
tional game of baseball?—Omaha World.
It is said that Job never lost his pa
tience. This warrants the inference
that he never undertook to explain a
a baseball game to a woman.— Bingham
ton Republican. _"_ "
Blase? Well, maybe I am; but you see
The babble of town isn't quite like the lea
Of a pastoral passionless country. My plea
Is a bad one? How shocking! But then
Things won't come and go in this life at
So what can one do if his sweet turns to
It isn't one's fault if the customs of men
In town make one rakish and skeptical,
He would, of all things, be a green youth
I scoff at the play, but I wish I could cheer;
I mock the pathetic, but if a hot tear
Could spring from my eye at the story I hear
now rejoiced I would feel I But it never can
Live verdure won't grow on a blasted old
Nor the green grace of youth evermore upon
Look well at me, youngster, and heed what I
Don't grow worldly wise at the club, ball or
If you wouldn't be what you have called
Let me give you a watchword: "Don't sur
" . feit yourself."" l _ ,
If you do, the ' coy ' god of enjoyment—
' elf- '■•".-" ■"■■■■ . ■■■'•..-.!
Will stow all your pleasure with mine—on the
Prize nothing, my boy, like the freshness of
mind . - ;-.
That sees in the gloom every cloud silver
lined., . .-
And helps in dead ' embers new passions to
find. ■'■jtMAOmmnstisSKiis "*a
I would, of all things, when < they lay me
This colorless life at an end—men could say;
"He was young. all his life—he was never
.-.-.-blase."* *< • ; .-- —Chicago Mail. >-
A THRILLING RIDE.
Rushing Along at Midnight With a Mad-
man at the Throttle.
A TALE OF THE LAKE SHORE.
The Experience of Bob Whittaker, a
Veteran Running on the New j
Tor. Central Road.
IIA was a
story in the Ev
ening Sun the
other day about
mad in his loco
motive cab on
the Wabash road
out in lowa,and,
train, tried to
jump from the
old Bob Whit-
taker, a veteran engineer on the New
York Central, to a reporter of that paper
recently, "but it wasn't a circumstance
to the experience I once had with a
crazy man at the throttle."
Whittaker was urged to tell his story,
and proceeded in the deliberate style of
old-fashioned story tellers:
"Forty years on'the foot-board are not
apt to pass without some thrilling
episodes." lie began, "and I've had my
share; but nothing ever made my cap
rise right off my head and my heart sink
clear into my boots as did the event I'm
going to tell you about. It happened a
dozen years or so ago.; I was running
on . the Lake Shore road then, from
Cleveland to Chicago. I'd lost mv job
as engineer, so I shipped as fireman.
The engineer was a strong, wiry man,
considerably larger than myself, named
Ziel Franklin. He was called one of the
best engineers in the West, but was a
trifle eccentric. I had been running as
fireman with Ziel for several months,
when we started one night to take the
fast mail from Cleveland to Chicago.
"It was a drizzling, gloomy night.very
much like we've been having in New
York for a week, and darker than a ton
of Lackawanna coal. We had 313. the
biggest and newest machine on the road,
and a terror for speed. Our regular
engine. No. 283, had been stabled for
repairs. I'm not naturally super
stitious, like most railroaders,
but the weather had made me kind o'
blue, 1 s'pose, or my supper didn't set
quite right, and as we pulled out of the
Cleveland station at 10:15 p. m. i
couldn't help thinking about that thir
teen in the engine's number. Besides
it was early spring, the ground was soft
from the rain and the going was very
dangerous. Ziel seemed to be depressed
by the weather or something else, just
as I was. We jogged on and on into the
inky darkness at a steady pace of forty
five miles an hour. The heavy train of
four mail and express cars," two day
coaches and tin cc sleepers rumbled mo
notonously behind us. Neither of us
had spoken for an hour. Ziel was watch
ing the track as if he expected it to fly
up and run away. I was conjuring up
more blue devils over the nasty night
and the presence of that unlucky thir
teen in the engine's number. •:'•
"Suddenly, just as I was wondering
for the odd hundredth time whether
there was anything in luck signs, any
way, Ziel jumped from his box and
threw open the furnace door. He stood
motionless for fully a minute glaring
into the fire. ; -} -.--■ •; - ". .-. -, - : __j-.
" 'Oho? that's the way of it. eh?' he
cried at last, turning sbarplv to me.
The flood of light from the red-hot coals
poured full on his face. The features
were horribly distorted, and his eves
bulged from their sockets. 'That's the
way of it, eh?' he repeated, glowering
fiercely at me.
" 'I guess so, Ziel,' said I. not know
ing what else to say, and trying to force
a laugh. I had decided-that he "was
" 'Oho! that's it" eh?" he roared agaiha
'It is, eh? Oho! I thought so.t'Wefl"'
make up the fire then." ■-%.
\ "I was too astonished to stir for an in-;
stant, as the fire needed no making up.
He noted my hesitation.
'"Make up that fire!' he yelled.
'Heap her up, and be quick about it,
"Without a word I threw in several
shovels of coal. Almost instantly the
steam gauge began to run up. * Ziel
noted it complacently. He peered out
along the tracks again in grim silence.
Presently he turned and said with a
fearful oath: 'Didn't I tell you to heap
her up? She's freezing to death, man,
can't you see? Heap her up high, I
tell you, or by the living God I'll toss
you in there to help feed the flames!'
"I threw in another small shovel of
coal and tried to shut the furnace door.
Ziel sprang from his box, and grabbing
the shovel tossed in two or three bush
els more. Then he caught up the sledge
hammer and hung it on the safety valve, ;
My worst fears were realized. I knew
that he was mad. We plunged more
rapidly than ever into the darkness.
The man at the throttle craned his
head from the cab window. As he drew
it back he muttered several times:
'We'll keen her warm, poor thing; oh,
yes, we'll keep her warm; depend on
"He seemed to ignore mv presence
entirely. Again he "got down and
heaped more coal into the furnace.
Then as he sat down he pulled the
throttle wide open. The engine leaped
ahead with a furious bound. She
swayed from side to side like a drunken
man, and the rig rattled as if palsy
stricken. Away we went like creatures
borne on the back of a demon. "
"Once more Ziel got down and heaped
in coal. The ' engine fairly snorted as
she lurched forward, now careening
over the uneven track, now righting
herself again and gaining fresh impetus
with every inch. On and on she rushed
into the midnight. Faster and faster
she headlong oyer bridges, tear
iug around curves, plunging down
grades, whose red and green lights
glared at us an instant like the eyes of
kindred demons, and the next instant
were buried again in the black gulf,
dashing over crossings and over roads;
on and still on we went with the swift
ness of a whirlwina. -. r. -v -■ v"
"1 knew that there was a freight not
many miles ahead. In a few minutes
we would inevitably dash into it, and
not a mother's son on either train could
be saved. The thought came upon me
with such an appalling rush that in
voluntarily I reached out to blow the
whistle. With catlike quickness ZieJ
struck my hand down, and 1 fell over fif
a heap on my box. The machine wa»
rocking and tumbling about more wildly,
than ever. The conductor evidently
knew that someteing was wrong, for hi
rang several times to stop. The mania*
engineer only laughed, and tearing the
bell from the roof, flung it through the
window. I grew frantic. Ziel veiled •*
me to throw in more coal. A 'moment
later he cried: "Oho! I see, I sea
Warm her up, Bob. warm her up! I see
what's robbing her of all her heat. - TH
fix that all right. I'll fix that, you bet"!
"But before I could stop him he had
dashed through the front door of the)
cab. The next instant the headlight
flashed out—we were rushing along into
utter darkness. But I snatched mv oj>
portunity, terrified as I was. I grasped
the whistle valve and began to blow the
alarm. Its first hoarse bellow brought
back the maniac on the jump. I
crouched as he sprang for me, and,
picking up the monkey wrench, struck
at him. The blow tell on his breast.
It half staggered him. but he rushed at
me again. ' -\ " .
"Just at that instant the baggage car
door opened and I heard a shout- and
saw men standing in the light, 1 Ziel
halted as the glare fell upon his-face
such a hideous face as I never saw be
fore, and pray heaven I may never see
again. Then he turned siuldently aud
made another plunge in mv direction.
I was too quick for him this time: The
monkey wrench fell square on his head.
He dropped back into the coal. box like
a bag of sand. " . ■#.
1, "I sprang to the valve, snatched off
the sledge,-turned on the air, brakes and-
reversed her in a way that knocked half
the seats in the passenger cars over and
threw nearly everybody -in the 6leepers
from their berths. -We were just round
ing a curve, and I caught sight of the
tail lights of the freight—it seemed to
me within touching distance. I turned
half around to jump from the cab and
saw that Franklin's body was not in the
coal box— then I fell in a swoon.
"1 was told "afterward that Franklin
had been found walking on the track
behind the train, and, incredible as it
may seem, this was the fact. The train
had stooped with the engine pilot not
three feet from the caboose of the
freight. The sudden jar must have
thrown off Ziel, who had apparently
only been stunned after all by my blow.
He had a fearful gash in his head, .but
seemed to be as rational as any human
being could be when he got up to where
the train halted. But he could not re
member a single incident of that fearful
night. _ - -
it "Drunk? No, sir; he wasn't drunk;
dadn't touched'liquor for months. De
tectives looked into that and traced all
Ins movements for days before that wild
experience. Franklin was taken down
with brain fever afterward, however,
but he recovered. Some years' ago he
became a conductor on the New York,
New Haven & Hartford road. He finally
retired and bought him a cosy home in
Milford, Conn. There was no return of
any brain trouble until two years ago,
when he suddenly went crazy perma
nently. He is now in the - asylum for
insane in Mlddletown, Conn. ,
"As for myself I never want to go
through another such night. Trackmen
told me they never could understand
how that train 'kept the rails. I don't
know that any more than I know just
why my hair has been white ever since
that fearful night; but it's a fact just
the same. It's also a fact, though, as I
said before, I'm not superstitious, that
I never have made a trip since then on
an engine with thirteen in its number."
PAINTED ON ROCK.
A. Ijife Size Picture of the Cruci
fixion on a Subterranean Cavern.
At the mouth of the beautiful loch
which forms the harbor of Campbell
town there stands an island called Da
vaar about a mile or so in circumference.
On the side facing Campbelltown Loch
it slopes down to the water, but on the
other side it is precipitous. Its cliffs
are indented with numerous caves,
which are objects of interest and curi
osity to visitors, as they are easily acces
sible at nearly all states of the tide to
any one not afraid of a rather rough
walk over bowlders. In connection
with one of these caves there has, within
the last few weeks, arisen an object
of rather mysterious interest in the
shape of a painting of the Saviour on
the cross; The cave in question is a
double one, the main cave being fifteen
or twenty yards in depth, with a sepa
rate smaller one opening into it about
half way in. In the recess formed by
the junction of the two caves there is a
curious flat triangular surface of
rock exactly* hej size to con
tain ." the figure' with arms out
stretched on the cross; and it is almost
a stroke of genius to conceive the paint
ing of such a subject in such a place, as
the subdued light entering by the
smaller opening, dimly lighting up a
recess which would otherwise be dark,
gives the figure a weird and mysterious
appearance, which is most "striking
and impressive. It is full
size, painted in oil colors, and repre
sents a full front view of -the Saviour.
It is a realistic work, and so far as can
be judged by the dim religious light,
well and powerfully drawn and colored.
The discovery created a powerful sensa
tion, and it has attracted an almost con
stant stream of visitors from all parts of
Scotland. This sensation was height
ened by the mystery attending it, no
one knowing when or by .whom
the work was done. A gen
tleman named Archibald McKinnon,
however, has since acknowledged "that
I entered the double cave on the Island
of Davaar on several occasions, and
painted the subject of 'Christ Cruci
fied' on the wall of the cave, in the
most suitable place I have ever. discov
ered for the purpose of portraying a
"subject I have long had at heart."
A COLOREDPRODIGAL SON.
.The Biblical Parable With a Live
%Calf Acted at a Negro Camp
The negroes have been for something
more than a week holding a camp meet
lug near Hillsboro, 111., and it has been
largely attended. Elder Jackson,seventy
years old, with a great shock of snow
white wool on his head, is the leader
and controlling spirit, and to him is due
the conception and carrying out of the
affair in which the great camp meeting
culminated. This was the enactment
of scenes illustrating the Biblical. par
able of the Prodigal Son. j
Shortly after 2 o'clock the unconscious
victim of the sacrifice was led to the
place of execution. It was a spotted
calf about two months old. A portly
butcher,who had done much similar
service, stood ready, sharpening a huge
butcher knife. The colored members
of the meeting congregated on the grand
stand and consoled the trembling victim
by singing, "Fear Not, Trembling One,
It is I," and while singing progressed
the butcher took his ax and disposed of
the victim, and in a few moments the
life blood was streaming out on his sac
rificial altar. As the last | death throes
of the animal ceased the choir started
up the tune "I Will Walk Through the
Gates of the City," to which the portly
butcher decapitated the sarifice and
made it ready to serve its future use.
The next scene was enacted when the
Prodigal Son returned.-It was wit
nessed by an immense throng of' peo-
Ele, white and black. A I few minutes
efore 3 o'clock a blast on an old plan
tation dinner horn warned the assem
bling multitude that something was
about to happen. As the echoes died
away the procession of elders marched
up on the raised platform. After the
singing of several hymns Elder Jackson
arose and delivered a . sermon on; the
Prodigal Son. At the conclusion of the
sermon several of the elders made mys
terious motions with their hands, as if
beckoning to some one; but the Prodi
gal Son, concealed behind' some shrub
bery in a distant field, had forgotten his
cue, and it was not until the white
haired Elder Jackson seized the dinner
horn and blew a long,- loud blast that
the ebony-hued prodigal realized that
it was time for him to appear.
' All eyes were turned toward the field
and as Elder Jackson ceased blowing
jtije prodigal was seen approaching. He
wore a ragged red coat, and all his gar
ments were literally in tatters. He en
acted the role well, and when the fond
and feeble old father rushed down from
pie raised platform and ran to meet the
prodigal the scene was emotional.
After some sensational shouting and
-^fbging and praying the fatted calf,
'■winch had been killed and roasted,was
.Curved out with great hunks of bread,
and the 2,000 people present feasted,
the returned prodigal holding the post
a ■ ■ ■*---
a. Famous Grave at Bethlehem.
* Most young people have read Cooper's
sirring tales, but few of them know
that the real uame of the famous author
was Tschoop. He was famous not only
fdr his skill as a leader in war and for
his fiery eloquence, but for his excessive
dissipation, for he was eble to drink an
airtount of fire-water that would have
killed two ordinary Indians. In 1741 a
Moravian missionary, Christian Ranch,
went to Tschoop's hut and asked him if
he did not wish to save his soul.
"We all do that" replied the chief.
- Ranch explained the Christian. relig
ion to him and prayed and pleaded with
:him even with tears, but apparently
without effect. He remained for months
. near the Indian. Tschoop was a fierce,
gigantic savage, the terror of the whites,'
; and Rauch a mild, little,. insignificant
man. The chief at last professed Chris
tianity, '-. and was baptized under the
name of John. In, a letter which he
sent to the Delawares he" says: . "I
have been a heathen. A preacher
came to 'preach -to me that 3 there
;is- a.: God. 1 said: 'Do I not know.
j that? •Go ; back. whence thou- comest.'
\ Another came and preached that it was
ruin for me to He and to get ' drunk.. I
i#aid: f-Do I not know that? Am I a
fool? Then Christian Ranch came into
my hut and sat;' down beside day after
day and told me of my sins and of Jesus
who died to save me from them. I said:
'I will kill you.' But he -said: 'I trust
> "So one day, being weary, he lay
down in my hut and fell asleep. And 1
said. What kind of man is this little fel
low? I might kill him and throw him
into the woods and no man would regard
it. Yet there he sleeps, because Jesus
will take care him. Who is this Jesus?
1, too, will find the man."
The great chief preached the Chris
tian religion with the same lirey elo
quence which had given him power
among his people, and for many years
went up and down among the tribes in
the Western wilderness. He is buried
in the old "God's acre" of the Moravians
at Bethlehem: The first missionaries
and their converts lie in long rows under
the flat greensward, each with a little
square stone above his breast on which
is his name. But above Tschoop's grave
some kindly hand has planted a white
rose. It is the only grave among them
all on which a flower grows.
MRS. CLEVELAND'S GOWNS.
The Taste of the President's Wii
In Reception Dresses.
Washington Letter to Philadelphia Times.
One of the. principal ladies in Mrs.
Cleveland's good graces, speaking of her
womanly interest in becoming toilets,
says that she never knew any one to
exhibit better taste than she in matters
of dress. Her. choice does not run to
gay colors, as did Mrs. Madison's, but
to luxurious textures and elaborate
draping. In matters of her own toilets
she does her own thinking and gives
her own directions, taking such pro
fessional suggestions as may strike her
favorably. There is a general impres
sion that the wife of the president sends
abroad for her richest dresses. This
statement has been perpetuated from
the original story of her wedding trous
seau. When, in 1835, as a young lady,
she visited the capitals of the old world
with her mother, her betrothal to the
president had taken place.and naturally
to avoid home gossip she had her dresses
made in Paris. All of these are still in
her possession, but her new toilets are
American made and show no noticeable
difference in style or. quality. Mrs.
Cleveland's dressmaker is one of the
feminine artists of New York city.
Before her departure with the presi
dent on his journey Mrs. Cleveland gave
some preliminary thought to that ever
perplexing and never-ending problem
of womanly happiness— and
new toilets for an approaching social
season. Her dresses for last season
must needs be rearranged to meet the
demands of the fickle and exacting
goddess of fashion.and new toilets must
be designed to take the first place, in
order that society may be appeased. The
toilets of the president's wife have al
ways been something for the feminine
world at large to applaud .or condemn.
At those great public jams, the levees,
as many women come to see and criti
cise the first lady's toilet as come to pay
her court. This is the practical view of
the subject. Often in the pressure of
the throng failing to accomplish this
important duty, the specially inquisitive
run the gauntlet of the crush a second
time,hopingfora more favorable chance.
About the end of the month it is not
improbable that Mrs. Cleveland will in
dulge in a shopping and dressmaking
expedition to New York. She has sev
eral fine new and expensive toilets in
mind. Her dresses of last season were
from her French trousseau, which were
then in good style and new to the public
eye. Among these the chef d'ceuvre
was her white satin-trained bridal cos
tume, which gave her a peculiarly fresh,
innocent and queenly appearance. Her
other becoming dresses were a rich ruby
velvet, which gave her brunette com
plexion a richer shade. A very elabor
ate black dress en traine, with beaded
lace, was, perhaps, the least becoming.
An elegant gray gave the distinguished
iady also a very beautiful appearance.
In general terms the complexion and
figure of Mrs. Cleveland appear well in
almost any of the prevailing tints of
ladies' fabrics, but by universal consent
of those friends who are nearest to hex,
and therefore in position to give an
opinion, she appears best in heliotrope,
which naturally is her favorite hue.
The prevailing fashions in hues and
fabrics will engage as serious attention
in the feminine end of the executive
mansion for the six weeks following
next Saturday as will the subjects of the
next annual message to congress in the
apartments of official deliberations for
about the same time.
In all her toilets Mrs. Cleveland looks
equally well. About the mansion she
usually attires herself in an elaborately
wrought morning costume. Shopping
she wears a natty street dress of some
subdued hue. For an evening drive
she is seen in a more elaborate, but gen
erally black, costume. An evening
dress of some simple make answers for
informal reception of friends in the red
parlor. In grand toilet at her drawing
rooms or state gatherings she not only
dresses in the highest style of the dress
making art, but with reference to the
occasion. A state dinner to the cabinet
might best be characterized by a simple
American toilet. The court costumes
of the ladies and gentlemen of the di
plomatic corps required more elabora
tion of color and design so as not to
form too great a contrast. A dinner to
the justices of the supreme court re
quires a toilet rich in fabric and sub
dued in colors.
The front door of a hotel will always
have peculiar charms for idle men in
Weddings at the fashionable churches
are to be largely "by card" the coming
Quantities of people who had water
ing place celebrity will now go out of
People who live in flats seem to forget
all about such a commandment as the
The yacht races may be said to have
given a great impetus to the champagne
There is an increased demand for all
old furniture, especially of revolution
A crowded ocean steamer brings out
the worst traits of the most fashionable
An absurdity in plated ware is a crane
that does duty for boiled milk at the
. Executors' rows and family feuds are
now embodied in ths fashionable intelli
gence of the hour. .»
Women who wear diamond bracelets
in traveling are usually the ones who
eat peas with a knife.
It is to be noted that girls of the period
have taken up the stub pen for their
Now that tailors are cutting $3 trous
ers eighteen inches wide, the : haul
monde talk of taking a reef in on the ac
Although attempts are made to sell
them, silk handkerchiefs have almost
disappeared from the American list of
"We are creeping in on the French
custom in this country when the legal
regresentatives of. two families arrange
a financially satisfactory marriage.
Recent disclosures do not intimidate
American girls who want titled foreign
ers for husbands, ami two more "cash
vs. coronet" contracts are made known.
Mrs. Langtry's exposition of finery in
"As in a Looking-glass is very beauti
ful, and the delight- and admiration of
all women who get their ideas of fash
ion from the stage.
The operations of so-called genteel
confidence men in fashionable circles of
late have been very extensive, but those
who have been victimized are not the
ones who complain.
Certain owners of property at New
port say the divorce decrees and other
scandals and shadows have beyond a
doubt affected and depreciated values,
and instances are given to confirm this
A photographer in New York has
sent out dainty cards stating that he
will make a specialty of taking bride's
pictures "on the eve of the ceremony;"
and he gives . a " long list of names as
"society references.''V', ..-.
Literary, reading, sewing '; and other
classes for the winter season will soon
be in process of formation, and the cus
tomary number of . wonieu will hesitate
to "join until they ascertain who is.or
who is not, to belong „to the organiza
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