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$50,000 FOR WOUNDED LOVE
LARGEST SOOTHING BALM FOR
BROKEN HEART ON RECORD.
Danville, III., Widower Pay Daarly
For His Attentions to a Pretty
Widow Said He Would Not Marry
the Last Woman on Earth.
Danville, III., dispaU'h In Chicago
John H. Gernand has been asked by a
Jury to pay Mrs. Carrie Corbett $54,333.33
for breaking off an engagement which
Mrs. Corbett understood to be bona flde
the breaking off being cauKed by Jeal
ousy over the attention Mrs. Corbett
gave to a young man from Indiana dur
ing the excursion of the Christian En
deavoreru to California last summer. It
Is thought to be the largest and most
soothing balm that has even been de
manded to Batisfy a broken heart. It is
o big that there is prospect that the
fortune of a wealthy man will be dis
sipated in an effort to get a higher
court to place a lower estimate on the
affections of a handsome widow with
son 12 years old.
Mr. Qernand has long been one of the
most conspicuous men of this section.
He is three times a widower. He came
Into ths community forty-two years
ago, and prospered as the country de
veloped and a town appeared on the
prairie. There was a general suspicion
that he' was one of the richest men in
all the region, and his descendants down
to grown grandchildren had been able
to gather wealth as he had done. He Is
71 years old.
Mrs. Corbett, who Is exceedingly pret
ty and 35 years old, is one of the com
paratively recent comers. She Is mod
est and devoid of ostentation, and Mr.
Gernand paid no attentions to her for a
long time, confining his visits to very
Short and businesslike trips for the col
lection of the monthly rental.
Mr. Gernand told the court that the
trouble began one spring morning when
he called to see how the painters were
Setting along with some new decora
tions he had consented to make for his
tenant. This was eighteen months ago.
He declared that he first met Mrs. Cor
bett aside from his business call, at
this time. He appeared in the hall and
Was giving Instructions to the painters
When Mrs. Corbett came out and Joined
In the conversation. They stood In the
hall for sime time, and then Mrs. Cor
bett suggested they go inside. This Is
where Mr. Gernand thinks he made the
mistake. He sat upon the sofa with
her, and In court Mrs. Corbett made
much of the incident.
The widower admitted that he subse
quently made frequent calls upon the
Widow, but purely in the course of busi
ness. Mrs. Corbett had missed paying
the rent one or two months, and Mr.
Gernand went around to see about It.
He said he told her she must leave the
building unless she settled for . the
amount due. He then confided to the
Jury that he was able to fix an arrange
ment with her whereby In the future
the question of rent would be a minor
one. Mrs. Corbett Insisted from that
time on that Mr. Gernand had made her
an offer of marriage, and after he had
presented her with a ring he would not
allow her to settle any of the bills.
Danville began to talk about the
courtship of the widower and the widow
about this time. Mr. Gernand's rela
tives were worried over the turn mat
ters had taken, and urged him to ret
most of his property into safer hands
than his own. He refused to do It, and
the excursions of the devoted pair be
came more numerous and extended to
more distant places. They grew from
buggy rides along the country roads to
trips, to interesting towns at a distance,
and at one time they went to Chicago
tor a vacation, Mrs. Corbett being chap
eroned by a friend of hers there.
It went along this way for a long
time, and then came the disrupting trip
With the Christian Endeavorers. Mr.
Gernand announced he thought he
would make the Journey, and Mrs. Cor
bett testified that she suggested she
would like dreadfully well to make the
trip. He saw no reason why she should
not make It. The Jury heard him say
that he objected on the ground that It
might not look well, but that his sweat,
heart begged him on bended knees to
rive her money for a ticket and a :iew
dress. He finally consented, and she
prepared herself for the excursion. Mr.
Gernand went with her. but during all
the time he Insists they were properly
chaperoned and with people whom they
knew perfectly well.
The man from Indiana appeared dur
ing this trip. He was also a Christian
Endeavorer excursionist. He fell in with
Mrs. Corbett, and Mr. Gernand claimed
be was chagrined at the attention she
cave the young man over him. He la
mented that part of the time he was
forced to sit in the back end of the pal
ace car and amuse himself, while Mrs.
Corbett was carrying on a flirtation
with the man from Indiana. He chlded
her for it, and she called him an old
goose, for his Jealousy. This did not
satisfy him, and after they got back to
Danville he called frequently in his ef
fort to prove to himself that he was the
one man in favor. He admitted this In
Mrs. Corbett was not In favor with
the relatives of her lover. They Imag
ined that trouble was brewing, and a
short time ago the greater part of his
possessions was transferred to other
fcames. Mrs. Corbett began Insisting to
folm that he had promised to marry her.
and produced the ring on her finger as
evidence of the plight and betrothal.
Mr. Gernand began to get alarmed, and
one evening told her he would not marry
the last woman on eartn If there were
no others ever to be born. He said he
bad already had enough trouble with
women, and he would not wed one "even
If she were hung from head to foot with
(old." He declared Mrs. Corbett was
entirely mistaken in supposing he had
taken her seriously.
Mrs. Corbett then began suit for
breach of promise. She asked for $75,000
In her bill, placing the damage to her
affections at that amount The suit
was started In August, and after It
Started there was hardly a dollar of the
Gernand estate In the veteran lover's
name. AH the time since then has been
tilled In with sensational Incidents.
Mr. Oernand admitted to the court
that he had made an offer of 1200 to a
police officer In case he would come Into
Mrs. Corbett's room with a paper ac
cusing her of violating a statute cover
ing a matter of orderliness.
Mrs. Corbett claimed on the stand that
Mr.Oernand had agreed to pay hertl.OOO
If she would go to Denver and start a
millinery store. She told him she would
not do him such an Injustice and there
was no reason why she should leave
Danville. The police officers told of ths
Iters they had received to do something
to cast suspicion on Mrs. Corbett, and
Mrs. Corbett's son testified to the visits
f Mr. Oernand and of no other people
to his mother's apartments.
The Jury took but little time for de
liberation. On the first ballot all were
freed that the defendant was guilty.
The amount of the damages was then
voted upon. The highest was flOO.OOO
and the lowest 140,000. The Juror who
wanted to make the amount f 100,000 was
sked to drop to $60,000, but he declined
to do so. The amount was then plaosd
Some of the Interesting Features of
the Great Show.
(St Louis Post-Dispatch.)
William h'lllott commissioner to Mis
souri for the TiatisnilHsisBippi and In
ternational Kxpoiltlon, to be opened 10
Omaha in June, 1W, has established
headquarters on the tenth Jour In the
'The merchants of St. Louis," he
aid, "know a good thing when they
see it. and they will not be backward
in securing space at our exposition.
"On all sides I meet with encourage
ment. The Business Men's League
have taken up the matter and manufac
turers are readily Interested. I have
the promise of the members of the Fur
niture Hoard of Trade that they will co
operate with me, and a great St. Louis
brewery will make an extensive dis
play." Although the opening is some time oft
the Administration building Is complet
ed and a number of other buildings are
In course of construction.
There will be a number of Interesting
features connected with the great show.
One will be a baby Incubator, similar
to those that have done such great work
for infantile humanity in London dur
ing the last half dozen years. London
parties will have half a dozen of these
Incubators at the exposition.
The story of the discovery of gold at
Cripple Creek and the metamorphosis
of a cattle ranch Into a great rninlntr
camp will be illustrated by a fae-simile
mountain town as it really existed in
1892 and 1893. The camp will be repro
duced in every detail, populated by men
who have spent most of their lives in
wide-awake Colorado mining camps.
Mining will be carried on as it is seen
dally In the Cripple Creek district, and
a mill in active operation, with its nec
essary shafts and adjuncts, will form
an attractive feature.
The production will be one that ne
cessitates a thorough knowledge of all
the minute particulars and details
which go to make a perfect production.
No less than fifty-two buildings will be
erected, among which may be men
tioned a dance hall, hotel, variety the
ater, general merchandise and drug
stores, newspaper office, postofllce, ex
press ofllce, barber shop, meat market,
carpenter shop, lodging house, etc.
There will not be less than three hun
dred persons engaged In the production.
Old overland stage coaches, mud wag
ons, trains of burros and pack mules,
freight wagons, etc., will be In full
swing from early morning until late at
It is proposed to construct a lake rep
resenting the palm-bordered domain of
a wealthy Turk, with an historically
correct representation of a Turkish
harem on a floating Island In the center
of the lake. Niagara Falls will be re
produced by the California wine mak
ers, and Instead of water, millions of
gallons of the Juice of the grape will be
used In the display.
The timber resources of the state of
Washington will be Illustrated, and
Sherman's umbrella, a mechanical in
vention, will take passengers 250 feet
Into the air.
The electric exhibit will reveal many
Interesting features. Recent discov
eries in the field of electricity by Lord
Kelvin, the undisputed leader In the
field of applied and theoretical electric
science, Edison, the "Wizard," Prof.
EJIhu Thomson, Stelnmetz, Trask, Pea
body and others will be Illustrated. Lu
ther Stiertnger of Schenectady, N. Y.,
whq designed the electrical fountains of
the Worlds' Fair, has been engaged as
consulting electrical engineer of the ex
The illumination feature will reveal
some magnificent effects, arranged by
Mr. Stleringer, whose recent experi
ments In the Illumination of the whirl
pool rapids at Niagara Falls, by the aid
of powerful searchlights, proved so In
teresting to the members attending the
convention of the Edison . Electric Il
luminating companies. Mr. Stleringer
contemplates further experiments along
this line in the night Illuminations,
principal among -which Will be art elec
tric garden, showing the various hues
and tints ot the fiowera by means of col
ored screens and powerful searchlights,
and demonstrations with searchlight ef
fects on moving waters.
Over $10,000 Made From 325
Acres of a Fruit Farm.
"It Is only since the year 1890 that the
people of California have shipped their
fruit to the New York and Philadelphia
markets In any large quantities, but
California fruit hag found its way into
eastern cities more than ever this sum
mer," said a gentleman who Is the
owner of 10,000 acres of choice fruit land
in Tehama county, California, to a
Washington Star reporter.
"California fruit has acquired a world
wide reputation on account of Its size,
fruit farm probably in the world Is that
of the late ex-Senator Stanford. It con
tains 35,000 acres, and the grapes raised
and wines made there bring In not lest
than 175,000 a year. Ex-Governor Bid
well has a fruit farm containing 18.00C
acres. Some of the cherry trees on this
property have been growing for twenty
Ave years and the branches form a cir
cle at least sixty feet in diameter. Not
more than a dozen such trees can b
profitably grown on an acre of land on
account of their Immense size and the
lack of room. I have seen $174 worth of
cherries picked from one of the Bldwell
trees, and cases are well authenticated
where cherries to the value of $200 and
over have been gathered from a single
tree on their fruit farms. A full crop
of cherries from the Bldwell orchard
will bring Its owner anywhere from
$30,000 to $35,000.
"Just to show you how enormous the
profits of fruit farming are, a friend cl
mine, the cashier of the Fresna National
bank, owns 325 acres near Fresno, which
he turned Into a fruit farm seven yean
ago. His wife manages the farm while
he attends to matters at the bank. Per
haps it Is due to his wife's able manage
ment, perhaps to the fertility of the soil,
but he told me recently that his protlti
this year from 325 acres would be over
$10,000, and he showed me books and
figures to substantiate this statement
which I, knowing the fertility of som
of the California fruit farms, have not
the slightest reason to doubt."
Birds a Check to Inseote.
From the Youth's Companion.
In a recent lecture Professor Wllmet
Stone of Philadelphia cited many facti
to show that birds are nature's great
check on the excess of Insects, and thai
they keep the balance between plant!
and Insect life. Ten thousand caterpil
lars, It has been estimated, could de
stroy every blade of grass on an acr
of cultivated land. In thirty days from
the time It Is hatched an ordinary cat
erpillar Increases 10,000 times In bulk,
and the food It lives and grows on li
vegetable. The Insect population of a
single cherry tree Infested with aphldei
was calculated by a prominent ento
mologist at no less than 12,000,000! Th
bird population of cultivated country
districts has been estimated at from lOi
to 1,000 per square mile. This Is small
compared with the number of Insects,
yet ss each bird consumes hundreds ol
Insects every day, ths latter are pre
vented from becoming the scourge they
would be but for their feathered enemies.
IRELAND'S JOAN OF ARC.
NOW IN THE UNITED STATES
ON A LECTURING TOUR.
Her Mission Is Not to Make Money
but to Awaken In Irish-Americans
the Spirit of 'G8--Hlstory of the
The Joan of Arc of Ireland put ber
dainty foot on American soil Saturday.
She arrived In New York on the Lu
cania. A committee from the Irish Na
tional Alliance went down the bay to
meet her. Miss Gonne la to lecture In
this country and made her first appear
ance in the Grand opera house Sunday
evening. William McAdoo, ex-Assistant
Secretary of the Navy, presided.
Miss Gonne is accompanied by a lady
companion and a maid and occupies an
elegant suite of rooms at the Waldor"
Very little Is known In this country of
Miss Gonne's antecedents prior to her
coming out as an Irish patriot. It is
said that her parents live in Ireland and
are rabid tories.
Her mission Is to awake In Irish
Americans the spirit of '98 of the great
year of the uprising, when Ireland s
brave lads went singing to their dun
geons or to the scaffold in lightness of
heart, eager to cement with their blood
the foundations for a new nation.
Miss Gonne is not in the United States
on a legging tour or a dollar-Beeking
lecturing trip. She asks nothing for
herself. For Ireland she asks every
thing. She will meet men and women
of kindred faith and play upon them as
Instruments with the subtlety of In
tellect, the power of beauty and the
strength of earnestness.
For Maud Gonne is a wonderful wo
man. She is about 30 years old. Her
father, Colonel Gonne, was an attache
of the British embassy in St. Peters
burg for many years, and she was
reared In an atmosphere of Intense loy
alty to Great Britain, as well as in the
most cultured society of Europe.
But Maud Gonne had a heart She
was an Irish girl, which is but saying
the same thing In different words. Left
at 19 an orphan, with an ample for
tune, she resolved to devote her life to
her country, to the alleviation of misery
and the righting of wrong.
How had she known of the misery and
the wrong? By Instinct and by affec
tion, it would seem. She was reared
in the most picturesque part of County
Kerry, the Gap of Dunloe. As a child
she heard in all the countryside tales
of O'Connell, the Liberator, of the
rebels and the redcoats and the great,
terrible years of the war.
Then came travel and years of resi
dence abroad, which made of the warm
hearted Kerry girl a cultured woman,
gifted In languages, the while she was
growing Into noble beauty.
When she returned to Ireland in the
early 80s she saw the sight which called
back to her like a flash all her child
hood's passion for the poor people of
her own land, and she fixed her firm
resolution, In which she has never fal
tered, to serve her people during her
life. . .
She saw the McGrath eviction on Liora
Bantry's estate Irish-Americans know
what that means!
McGrath, his wife and sister and four
daughters lived on a tiny holding. In
the re-letting of the lease a "land
shark" overbid McGrath by $300. The
very Improvements which McGrath had
made in his Industry were thus made
the means of ousting him from his
home. For he refused to pay the ad
vance, and the soldiers and constables
came to break his resolution with the
weapons and by the tactics of the
For six days McGrath and his family
held their home against assault with
well-flung bits of turf and with boiling
water. It was not the object of the in
vaders to give the house over to others
to live In; no. It was to turn farm Into
pasture and tear down the house a
process that has robbed Ireland of halt
M people In half a century.
Well, the McGraths had to go, turned
adrift In the world. Then McGrath
went back and was put Into Jail. Mrs.
McGrath next took possession and was
arrested and sent to Jail. Then the sis
ter, then the four daughters In turn
sought to shelter themselves in what
had been their home, and all were sent
to prison. And the world rang with
the story. For of all the seven each
went to the cell with the firm deter
mination to go back again to the old
homfe and live there in despite of bailiff
and crowbars. For where could they
Lord Bantry determined to forestall
that. His minions tore down the cabin.
So when poor McGrath emerged from
prison there was no roof to shelter htm.
He owned a fishing boat. With the
help of willing neighbors the boat was
hauled up on the farm and keeled over.
The sails were spread so as to make a
roof, and there McGrath and his chil
dren lived, while all Ireland sang the
praise of their resolution.
But prison life had told on McGrath.
He had been discharged suffering from
pneumonia, and three weeks after his
freedom was granted he was gone be
yond the reach of rack-renting land
lords. He was "wakvsd" under the old
fishing boat. He is remembered In
every part of the world where Irishmen
Miss Gonne raw McGrath s dead face,
wet with the October rain-storm, his
grlef-strlcken family about him.
"T will do something for Ireland, "
cried Miss Gonne, and after a danger
ous Illness, the direct result of her
shock at th sight, she sought means
to put her resolution Into practice.
Strange as it may seem In the light
of later events. Parnell, Davltt, O'Leary
and others looked at first with suspicion
upon the beautiful girl because of her
aristocratic birth and Unionist rela
tives. But she disarmed them. She worked
among the evicted tenants, preaching
to them home rule though this she
considered a half-way measure while
she relieved their necessities. In this
arduous work her health gave way
again, but It was Interrupted by the
Issue of a warrant for her arrest She
fled to France.
She made the Irish question In France.
Before her advent It had not existed.
Now It ranks with the Egyptian ques
tion, the fisheries question, the East
She can visit England again now.
Salisbury and Balfour have concluded
that It Is more dangerous to war upon
a woman than to let her have her way.
She has visited the Irish political pris
oners In their dungeons In Chatham,
Portland and Dartmoor. She has estab
lished In Paris and now edits a news
paper, L'Irlande Libre, In which are
printed contributions from the ablest
thinkers In Europe, urging Justice for
Erin. She has been hissed by coster
mongers In the East End slums of Lon
don, Jeered at by navvies and button
workers In Birmingham, mobbed by
sllk-wlnders In Coventry, and almost
murdered by the cotton-qulllers of Man
chester, but her Irish-English heart Is
still true to the object she rt out to
LIVES IN A TENT.
A Story of Poverty, Dirt and Desola
tion In St. Louis.
In a ragged tent In a fashionable res
idence section of the West End, says
the Kt. Louts Post-Dispatch, in poverty
and squalor, lives Mrs. Mary Churchill
Garner, a wiiow with a mysterious
The sides of the tent are partially en
closed by odd pieces of lumber patched
with strips of tin. There is but one
room, teven by ten feet and the ceil
ing Is only six feet high. The chimney
Is a piece of clay tiling. The floor is
bare earth, beaten firm by many foot
falls and baked by the fires of eight
consecutive winters. There is one
door, but no windows. Ventilation Is
an unknown quantity. The tent is
fenced In by boards and sticks driven
In the ground. At one end of the en
closure is a pile of wood. Near by Is a
small chicken house, and still further
away a goat pen three and one-half feet
high and six feet long, roofed with tin.
On the door Is a padlock. In this moldy
den sleeps a young man, a boarder.
Mrs. Garner calls it her "spare bed
room." Her rental amounts to 50 cents
A similar shed near by serves the
triple purpose of coal shed, rag recep
tacle and dog house.
About the place there Is a look of the
most abject poverty. In thus humble
habitation two children were born to
Mrs. Garner. One of them, a girl. Is 8
years old; the other, 6.
Besides them she has a son, who
loafs around the premises when he gets
tired of staying elsewhere. He is 21
years old. His mother is 40.
This strange family Is the embodi
ment of poverty, dirt and desolation.
Within a few yards of wealth, comfort
and luxury they live as destitute and
lonely as if in a wilderness or on a des
The children have no playmates; the
mother no friends.
The little ones never venture beyond
the confines of the yard, except to pick
up kindling, rags or scraps of garbage
to replenish the family larder.
Garbage? Yes, garbage. Half-decayed
vegetables, pieces of pie not wholly
watersoaked, and scraps of meat which
still retain their flavor anything by
any means edible. To such depths of
poverty, to such shiftlessness and swin
ishness can human beings descend.
When visited by a stranger the chil
dren danced about in great glee. The
elder one brought out an old red dress,
torn and tattered, and displayed It with
Juvenile pride. When the visitor de
parted she climbed to the top of the
chicken house and shaded her eye with
her little hand and watched the stran
ger until out. of sight.
But what of this strange woman? She
was born in Randolph county, Missouri,
of wealthy parents, she says, and that
Is about all she seems to know. When
she was one year old her parents died,
and she was taken by a man who told
her, when she was old enough to un
derstand, that he was her brother-in-law.
His name was Wood. She asked
him to tell her more of her history, but
he would not Mrs. Garner believes he
was a gypsy and that she was stolen
away from home. Anyway, he took her
to Arkansas, where they camped until
she was nearly grown. Then they
moved to Mlssisslpl, to Ohio and later
In her girlhood Miss ' Wood, as she
was then called, met Mr. Garner, a
young farmer, and they moved to Cen
tral Illinois, where they rented a small
farm and lived In comfort.
Twelve years ago they decided to seek
their fortune in California. They start
ed In a covered moving wagon and
reached St. Louis. They never got a
step further. Both were sick, and they
camped about from place to place,
wherever they could find a vacant lot.
Then they camped on Forest Park bou
levard, west of Vandeventer avenue,
and erected the tent which is still
standing. There the two younger chil
dren were born. Mr. Garner died. Mrs.
Garner has been camping ever tlnce.
Pride and ambition did not linger long
after prosperity had deserted the poor
woman, and today she is satisfied with
her lot and has no desire for a change.
"I like a rough life," she declares. "I
am no worse off that lots of other folks.
I don't want anything better. This is
my home, all I have, and It is paid for.
"I guess folks think this Is an awful
way to live, and my house must look
awful to them. But I was raised out of
doors and I like It
"The neighbors send me old clothes
and things to eat, and I pick up lots of
stuff. I raise chickens and sell the
young ones to rich people for 30 cents
apiece. I also sell eggs, and the money
I get this way keeps me and the chil
dren. We never get cold In the winter,
because the room Is small and I always
have plenty of wood."
The room contains a rusty looking
bedstead, a tick full of feathers, a cook
ing stove and three chairs. That is all.
The interior Is almost as dark as a dun
geon, even in the daytime.
The number of the tent, as Indicated
by a rude sign on the fence, is 3965 For
est Park boulevard. "Mary Churchill
Garner, 3965 Forest Park boulevard."
How would that sound In the Blue
Book? But the compilers of that azure-backed
volume never heard of Mrs.
Garner. Yet she is a householder.
How about the boarder? He claims
to be an adopted son of Mrs. Garner,
but In reality he Is Harry Miller, and
his father Is a Jeweler on Chouteau ave
nue. Three years ago, It Is said, he
was disowned by his father. Now he
Is sleeping in a goat pen. . Every night
he gets down on his hands and knees
and crawls into his mildewed dungeon
like a mangy dog whipped into his ken
nel. Though raised In comfort and re
finement and given a good education, at
the age of 25 he has fallen to such a
depth of degradation. For the privilege
of a roof and an earthen bed he pays
60 cents a month. He makes a living
as best he may. All week he is ragged
and dirty, but on Sundays he emerges
from these strange quarters clad In a
neat black suit and wearing a shining
silk hat. His conduct Is a mystery
which the fashionable residents of For
est Park boulevard are unable to
Mrs. Garner receives letters occasion
ally, but the relation they bear to her
life she will not explain. She onre en
gaged a lawyer to look up her family
record and locate her relatives, but his
efforts amounted to nothing. Then,
after the death of her husband, she set
tled down to a level of poverty, above
which she never expects to rise.
A silk quilt and a flock of pigeons are
the pride of her life. The pigeons she
bought "because they were so pretty."
The quilt she made herself out of scraps
of silk gathered at different times dur
ing several years by herself and the
children, and her boast Is that It Is
pure silk and of her own design.
About the woman there seems to be
nothing vicious. She Is simply common
place. Whatever her parentage may
have been, It has been of no benefit to
her, from a social or Intellectual stand
point Her speech Js Illiterate, her fea
tures unrefined and her Ideas crude.
Pride and ambition, lowly In her as they
must havo been, are dead. She has no
hope of Improving her condition, and
seemingly no d: Ire. The world goes on.
She is stationary. She Is like an animal
that hibernates through the long winter.
She Is of the earth, earthy. She has no
place in a century of progress.
A HEAL INDIAN ACTRESS.
Tie Only Indian Actress In the World
to btar America.
Miss Go-Won-Oo Mohawk, who has
Just returned from England, where she
has been for the past six years, enjjya
the distinction of being the only Indian
actress in the world.
Miss Mohawk is not only a real red
Indian, ami a descendant of the famous
chief Red Jacket, but she is what may
be termed an aristocratic Indian, for
she belongs to the Six Nations, which
means to the American Indian what be
longing to the peerage means to an Eng
lishman. But Miss Mohawk's claims to consid
eration do not depend entirely upon ber
blood or her nationality. She is a very
remarkable woman in more senses than
one. She would be a notable figure in
any class of any race, however highly
cultured or civilized the race may be,
for she has the mental acumen, the
quick perception and all the other qual
ities which go to make up the highly in
tellectual order of being so much in de
mand in the front ranks of today. In
addition to her rather extraordinary in
telligence. Miss Mohawk has rare mag
netic dualities, which place her head
and shoulder above any other woman
on the stage in this respect. In fact,
her personality is so striking that when
on the stage she dominates everything
and everybody else in sight.
Miss Mohawk was born at Gowanda,
Cattaraugus Reservation, New York.
She is the daughter of Chief Ga-ne-sau,
who was known to Americans as Doctor
Allan Mohawk. After laying the foun
dation for her splendid physique by
rowing, riding, running and hunting,
and in all of these sports she excelled,
Miss Mohawk entered a ladies' seminary
at Palnesville, O., from which she grad
uated with honors a few years later.
After leaving school Miss Mohawk de
cided to go upon the stage profession
ally. She looked about for a time, and
not finding a play Just suited to her pe
culiar powers and temperament, she de
cided to write her own play, and the
result is a clever story of western
frontier life, very dramatic and very ex
citing, but very natural and true to the
times and conditions of life with which
the writer deals. It is called "Wep-ton-no-mah,
the Indian Mail Carrier." Miss
Mohawk impersonates the male hero,
and her acting is so realistic at times
that her sex is often doubted. Six years
ago, with the play and a company of
her own. Miss Mohawk went to Lon
don, expecting to remain a year. After
playing at a suburban theater for a few
weeks she began touring the provinces,
and with such success that she re
mained in England six years. Instead of
one as she had planned.
Miss Mohawk is her own business
manager and her own stage manager.
She designs all her own scenery and
furnishes sketches for all her pictorial
printing. Her physical strength is very
remarkable. She is able to throw the
ordinary man clean over her head with
the greatest possible ease. She Is an
excellent shot, a good fencer, an able
archer, and an expert horsewoman, and
very skilled in the use of the lariat She
captures and trains with her own hands
the wild Indian ponies, and she owns
some magnificent specimens of horse
flesh. Nor is this woman lacking in
any of the feminine graces or accom
plishments. She speaks French and
German, sings well and has the finished
manners of the woman of the world.
She al30 makes all her own costumes,
both for stage and ordinary wear.
Miss Mohawk sailed from England
September 7, and opened at the People's
theater, Philadelphia, October 11. She
will not be seen in New York until some
time next March. .
X-RAY'S DANCEROUS EFFECTS.
It Is Yet a Mysterious Force to the
Bust of Electricians.
It is not safe to fool with the X-ray,
any more than it is with a buzz-saw.
Harmless enough In appearance and in
teresting as a scientific phenomenon,
yet its effect upon the human body ex
posed to it for a great length of time
would, in the end, probably prove dead
ly. Such is the testimony of Edward
Bayliss, manager of an X-ray exhibit,
who has exposed his body to a powerful
ray daily in the course of his business.
Bayliss' assistant, Giles Martin, is in
bed, suffering from nervous prostration,
as the result of repeated exposure to
Mr. Bayliss, in answer to a reporter's
question as to how it feels to be X
"I can't explain the sensation. A pe
culiar warmth penetrates my body; yet
it Is hardly a warmth, for I am cold
afterward. There seems to be a quick
vibration of the molecules of my body.
My theory is that they are being dis
integrated. It is as if myriads of infin
itesimal battering rams were at work
In the system, tearing its atoms asun
der. "Look at my hands. Are they not as
brown as a farmer's who has passed
the summer in the harvest field? Yet
three months ago they were as white as
those of any man "who does indoor
work; in fact whiter than the major
ity, for my skin is very fair."
The hands were brown, a nut brown.
The appearance was more like tanned
leather than skin which had been turned
by the sun's rays. The touch also was
as leather. Around the second finger
of the left hand a bandage was wound.
"What's that a cut?" was asked.
"No, It's a sore. Several physicians
have looked at it and they cannot tell
me its nature. My theory is that the
X-ray has destroyed the small veins and
the sore Is caused by blood not flowing
freely and the finger not having nour
ishment. As for the tanned skin on
my hands, I believe the tissue has been
destroyed. The hands are like leaves
on a tree after the frost of autumn has
"What effect has the X-ray on your
"Neither can I describe that." was
the reply. "My heart seems to flutter
and I feel slightly oppressed. I shall
not make that experiment again, for I
am convinced that it Is dangerous."
"Is your skin brown in other places?"
"Yes; small spots of this dead shade
have appeared in places on my back
and my arm."
"What do you think In a general way
of the X-ray?"
"I don't know what to think, and I am
a skilled electrician. It Is a mysterious
force, and perhaps it Is for the detri
ment of mankind that It has been un
chained. No one understands it, and no
one pretends to understand It."
"With your experience how long do
you think It safe to stand before the
"I suppose from thirty seconds to a
Often, Mr. Bayliss said, the exposure
to the rays causes him to feel sick and
his face to turn pale and thick beads of
perspiration to appear on his forehead.
The new steamer Kaiser Wllhelm dei
Grosse, Is evidently a good deal of a
ship, and. Judging from her first run
across the Atlantic, Is likely to break
the record repeatedly. It would not be
easy to sink her, as she has eighteen
separate watertight compartments. In
her hold could be stowed a sky-scraper
weighing 25,000.000 pounds, with plenty
of room left. Placed on end, she would
overtop the tallest building In New York
by more than 800 feet. It would take
dxty railway trains of twenty can
rach to fill ths space provided for
IN LOVE WITH HIS SOVEREIGN
Story of Charles Dickens' Romantic
Love For the Young Queen.
Once there was a singing bird, aad U
lived in a cage and sang so sweetly that
all the world listened and cried: "O,
sing again!" And when the bird bad
sung a new strain the world would cry!
"Again!" and "Again!" .,- ,.,3
But those who listened knew why the,
bird's song was so sweet. Away above
it's cage there hung, month after)
month, a beautiful star that the stag
ing bird loved with all the passion Of its
warm, quick-beating heart Nightly,
when no one saw it it beat Its wings
against the cruel bars that it might
escape and fly away, away up to that
star. And daily it sang, and there was
a melting pathos in the strain because
the singer had suffered.
But the bird knew ah, how well it.
knew that it could never escape; that
Its eager wings could never compass the
long, weary way that lay between it
and the shining one it loved.
And the star never knew.
This in paraphrase Is the story of the
most remarkable episode in the recent
history of English letters.
It is the story of Charles Dickens' ro
mantic personal love for the young
queen of Great Britain; not as his sov
ereign, but from his impulsive heart
It was the desire of the moth for ths
It is notable that Dickens had never
seen the Princess Victoria in the strict
seclusion which was her life before ber
coronation, when she studied her les
sons and scrawled her cl.ildish draw
ings in the quiet of Kensington, as un
vexed by the roar and clatter of the
great town to the eastward as If it did
not exist, as ignorant of the destiny
that awaited her as was all the rest cf
The unexpected happened as always,:
and in 1827 the young- princess was
crowned queen of Great , Britain amid
a wave of popular enthusiasm which
could not have been equaled if the new
sovereign had been anyone but a young
girl, confiding and winsome and with
the appeal of apparent helplessness.1
Dickens was then 25 years old. , and
had recently been married April 2, ISM.
to Catherine Hogarth, the daughter of,
his friend and associate in the manage
ment of the Morning Chronicle. .There
is no doubt whatever that his domestio
life was happy from the first. ,
The strange desire that came into his
life was so wildly impossible of ful
fillment, so blankly ridiculous, that it
never affected his daily life except by
making sadder and sweeter the peculiar
strain of his genius. It never embit
tered him or reacted upon his family.
For Dickens fell in love with his
The fancy grew upon him gradually.
Her pictures the pictures of the slim
young girl in her robes of state, whose,
youth and beauty appealed to men'
hearts as her crown did to their loyalty
were everywhere. When she rode
abroad, the world, which was a far
smaller world then than now, ran to see
her, to cheer, to admire, to bless. -
Dickens, as a newspaper reporter and
a writer of popular sketches, went
everywhere, and, from a respectful Eng
lish distance, saw the notables of his
time, the queen among them, play the
great game of state. From her pictures'
he grew first to love her, and then he1
sought to be everywhere where shs
could be seen.
Mr. Richard Harding Davis, in "The;
what similar situation.
His hero, in whom Mr. Davis' own
personality is but thinly disguised, saw,
the princess' portrait In an illustrated
paper and crossed the sea to look upon
her from afar. ' .
But Mr. Davis' tale is presumably fic
tion. This of Charles Dickens is the pa
thetic truth, for more than half a cen
tury concealed from the world. .
It was not long before Dickens used
to wander in the afternoon about Con
stitution hill and the western parts of
the city where the queen's carriage
might be expected to pass. And from
the sight of her serene girlish face and
her slender form bolt upright In the big
carriage he would go home, tantalized
and racked by hopeless longing, to cover
scraps of paper with endearing words
and tear them carefully to bits.
Sometimes he would unbosom himself
to one of his friends in a disjointed
phrase of feeling, or would half uncon'
sciously give a hint to them of his sen
timental frenzy in the endearing-way
In which he would describe the queen
as he had seen her during the day.
His friends kept his secret well. No
hint of it ever reached the world dur
ing his life, even in after years, when
he had outgrown his folly and had be
come famous enough for less successful
men to hate. -
No one now living knows how long be
cherished the feeling. No one knows
when the singing bird ceased to be
troubled by the vision of the star. No
one knows how long it survived the
queen's marriage and the rapid appear,
ance of her Interesting family. That It
deepened and strengthened the sympa
thy which made him what he was can
not be doubted.
It was in the period when his hopeless
passion was at its height, when the
popular young novelist was sighing like'
a furnace over the portrait of his queen
and haunting the drives of the West
End where her carriage might be ex
pected to pass, that he was writing
probably the most pathetic ana win
some of all his creations less finished
In its art, perhaps, than later works, but
full of human sentiment the story of
Little Nell and the Old Curiosity Shoo.
This was the period, also, of "Oliver
Twist" the period when he was burn
ing his candle of life at both ends, as It
were, plunging into ' editorial work,
writing, planning, contriving, working
as he never had worked before.
Perhaps he sought to drown his sor
row In work, as other men have done.
It was the best specific at his command,
and It served him as it had served
Of the Dickens of those days his friend
and biographer, Forster, has left a pic
ture more flattering than that of Willis
a man "dressed very much as hs has
described Dick Swlveller, minus ths
swell look," as the American described
"There was that in the face as I flrsl
recollect It," says Forster, "which no
time could change, and which remained
implanted on It unutterably to the last
This was the quickness, keenness and
practical power, the eager, restless, en
ergetic outlook on each several feature,
that seemed to tell so little of a student
or writer of books and so much of a
man of action and business In the world.
Light and motion flashed from every
part of it."
In these words might one describe ths
singing bird, with Its quick, passionate.
Impulsive movements and Its eye of
Are. It would be Interesting to know
whether Queen Victoria ever knew n
til the present year of the romantlo at
tachment to her person of one of the
chief writers who won fame during he
ever had a more handsome or dashing
lover, or one with a kinder heart or
more llberrl Infusion of the firs t4
Am ant him In the naintlns tS
Macllse, with his wlds, rolling collar,
his ruffled shirt and strapped trousers)
with his rapt, keen face framed la I
waving locks, he seems a king amot-g
lovers, as ths ons hs loved In vain waa
la station a queen. ,
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