TALM AGE'S SEKMON.
NEW JERUSALEM. LAST SUN.
DAY’S SUBJECT.
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leat. I Corinth ana il. ». * Lye hath
•** •*** Bor heard, neither have
entered Into the heart of man. the
things which God hath prepared for
them that love him.”
The city of Corinth has been called
The Paris of antiquity.** Indeed, for
splendor the world holds no such won
der today. It stood on an isthmus
washed by two seaa. the one sea bring
ing lb# commerce of Euroju>. the other
ten bringing the commerce of Asia.
From her wharfs, in the construction
of which whole kingdoms had been
absorbed.war galleys with three banks
of oars pushed out and confounded the
navy yards of all the world. Huge
handed machinery, such aa modem in
tention cannot equal, lifted ships from
the tea on one side and transported
them on tracks across the isthmus and
set them down In the sea on the other
side.
The revenue officers of the city went
down through the olive groves that
Hnnd the boneii to collect a tariff from
all nations. The mirth of all people
sported in her isthmian games, and
the beauty of nil lands sat In her thea
tr:* walked her porticoes and threw
itself on the altar of her stupendous
dissipations. Column and statue and
temple bewildered the beholder. There
were white marble fountains into
which from apertures at the side there
rushed waters everywhere known for
health-gi*lng qualities. Around these
***•*■•. twisted Into wreaths of stone,
there were all the beauties of sculp
ture and architecture, while standing,
as if to guard the costly display, was
a statue of Hercules of burnished Cor
lath.an brass Vases of terra cotta
a-omed the cemeteries of the dead
vases so costly that Julios Caesar was
tof mi Is fled until he had captured
them for Rome. Armed officials, the
Corintharii. paced up and down to see
that no statue was defaced, no pedes
tal overthrows;, no baa relief touched.
From the edge of the city a bill arose,
with its magnificent burden of col
umns, towers and temples i 1.000 slaves
wa.ting at one shrine), and a citadel
thcroughly impregnable t^t Gib
raltar is a heap of sand complied with
it Am.d all that strength and mag
n.fi^fce Corinth stood and defied the
world * - -
Oh, it was not to rustic*, who had
a*r*r seen anything grand, that Paul
■ttere! thla tent. They had heard the
best music that had come from the
best nst rum eats in all the world: they
had beard songs float*ng from morn
ng porticoes and melting in evening
rwu; they had passed their whole
Ii«et among pictures sad sculp
ture and architecture and Corinthian
brass, which had been molded snd
• ‘.sped until there was no chsriot
wheel a which it had not sped, and
no tower in which it had not glittered,
and no gateway that it had not adorn
ed. Ah. it was s bold thing for Paul
to efand there amid all that and fay:
"AH tils is nothing. These sounds
that rente from the temple of Neptune
are tot music compared with the har
taow.BS of whk-h I speak. These wat
ers rucking in the basin of Pyrene are
tot pure. These atatoes of Bacchus
snd Mercury are not exquisite. Your
c.tadel of Acroconnthus is not strong
compared with that which I offer to
the poorest slave that puts down bis
harden at that brazen gate. You Cor
in'!.atu think this is a splendid c.ty.
You tn:nk you have heard ail sweet
sounds and seen ail beautiful sights,
hut I tell you eye hath not seen nor
ear heard, neither have entered into
the heart of man. the things which
Cod hath prepared for them that lore
bias."
tier—a Osr e—eepll—.
Ten see my text seta forth the Idea
that, ho* ever exalted our ideas of
beavea. they come far short of the
reality. Some wise men have been cal
ralat.cg how many furlongs long and
wide is the new Jerusalem, and they
have calculated bow many inhabitant*
there are on the earth, how long the
• arth will probably stand, snd then
they come to this estimate: That after
al! the nations have been gathering to
heaven there will be room for ea' h
•owl. a room 1C feet long and 15 feet
wide. It would not be large enough
for you. It would not be large enough
for me. I am glad to know that no hu
man estimate Is sufficient to take the
dimensions. "Eye hath not seen, nor
ear heard," nor arithmeticians cal
related.
I first remark that we ran get ro
Idea erf the health of heaven. When
you were a child, and yon went out In
the moming. how you bounded along
the mad or street—yoo had never felt
sorrow or sick neat. JVrhaps later you
felt a glow tn your cheek and a spring
In your step and an exuberance of
•pints and * clearness of eye that
made you thank God you were permit
ted tn live. The nerves were harp
•fr ogs and the sunlight was a doxol
cgy. and the rustling leaves were the
rustling of the robes of a great crowd
rating up to praise the Lord. You
thought that you knew what it was
to be well, but there la no perfect
health on earth. The diseases of past
generations came down to us. The
airs that now float upon the earth are
not like those which floated above par
adise. They are charged with impu
rities and distempers. The most elas
tic and robust health of earth, com
pared with that which those experi
ence before whom the gates have been
opened, is nothing but sickness sad
emaciation Look at that soul stand
ing before the throne. On earth ah*
was a life-king invalid. See her step
now and hear her voice now. Catch,
if yon can. one breath of that celestial
air. Health in nil the pulses—health
of vision, health of spirits. Immortal
health. Ho racking cough, no sharp
pleuritic*, no consuming fevers, mi ex
hausting pnms. no hospitals of wound
ed men Health swing in the sir.
health flowing la si I tbs streams,
health bloom tag on the banks. No
Laadatheu. no dde awhes. no back
That child that died in the
agonies of croup, hear her voice now
ringing in the anthem. That old man
that went bowed down with the in
firmities of age. see him walk now
with the step of an immortal athlete
—forever young again. That night
when the needlewoman Tainted away
in the garret, a wave of the heavenly
air resuscitated her forever. For
everlasting years to have neither ache,
nor pain, nor weakness, nor fatigue.
"Eye hath not seen it, ear hath not
beard it.”
No Separation There.
In this world we only meet to part.
U is good-by. good-by. Farewells
floating in the air. We hear it at the
rail car windows and at the steamboat
wharf—good-by. Children lisp it, and
old age answers it. Sometimes we say
it in a light way—"good-by”—and
•ometimes with anguish in which the
aoul breaks down—good-by! Ah, that
is the word that ends the thanksgiving
banquet, that is the word that comes
in to close the Christmas chant. Good
by. good-by. But not so in heaven.
Welcomes in the air. welcomes at the
gates, welcomes at the house of many
mansions, but no good-by. That group
is constantly being augmented. They
are going up from our circles of earth
to Join in—little voices to Join the
anthem, little hands to take hold in
the great home circle, little feet to
dance in the eternal glee, little crowns
to be cast down before the feet of Je
sus. Our friends are in two groups—a
group this side of the river and a
group on the other side of the river.
Now there goes one from this to that
and another from this to that.and soon
we will all be gone over. How many of
your loved ones have already entered
upon that blessed place? If I should
take paper and pencil, do you think I
could put them all down? Ah. my
friends, the waves of Jordan roar so
hoarsely we cannot hear the Joy on
the other side when that group is aug
mented.
it •‘union D«?ood tbe (imve.
Unbelief says. "They are dead, and
they are annihilated,” but blessed be
God we have a Bible that tells us dif
ferent! We open It. and we find they
are neither dead nor annihilated—that
they never were so much alive as now
—that they are only waiting for our
coming and that we shall Join them
on the other side of the river. Oh,
glorious reunion, we cannot grasp it
now! "Eye hath not seen, nor ear
heard, neither have entered into the
heart of man, the things which God
hath prepared for them that love
him.”
Wbat a place of explanation it will
be! I see every day profound myste
ries of providence. There is no ques
tion we ask oftener than Why? There
are hundreds of graves in Greenwood
and Laurel Hill that need to be ex
plained. Hospitals for the blind and
lame, asylums for the idiotic and in
sane. almshouses for the destitute and
a world of pain and misfortune that
demand more than human solution.
God will clear it all up. In the light
that pours from the throne no dark
mystery can live. Things now utterly
inscrutable will be illumined as plain
ly as though the answer was written
on the Jasper wall or sounded in the
temple anthem. Bartimeus will thank
God that he was blind.and Joseph that
he was cast into the pit, and Daniel
that he denned with the lions, and
Paul that he was humpbacked, and Da
vid that he was driven from Jerusa
lem. and that invalid, that for tw'enty
years he could not lift his head from
the pillow, and that widow, that she
had such hard work to earn bread for
her children. The song will be all the
grander for earth's weeping eyes and
aching heads and exhausted hands
and scourged backs and martyred
agonies. But we tan get no idea of
that anthem here. We appreciate the
power of secular music, but do we ap
preciate the power of sacred song?
There is nothing more inspiring to
me than a whole congregation lifted
on the wave of holy melody. When
we sing some of those dear old
Psalms and tunes, they rouse all the
memories of the past. Why, some of
them were cradle songs In our father's
house! They are all sparking with
the morning dew of a thousand Chris
tian Sabbaths. They were sung by
brothers and sisters gone now. by
voices that were aged and broken in
the music, voices none the less sweet
because they did tremble and break.
1b* Music of f 1 *iT*n.
When 1 hear these old songs sung,
it seems as if all the old country meet
ing bouses joined in the chorus and
| city church and sailor's bethel and
western cabins until the whole conti
nent lifts the doxology and the scep
ters of eternity beat time in the music.
Away. then, with your starveling
tunes that chill the devotions of the
sanctuary and make the people sit si
lent when Jesus is marching on to
victory. When generals come back
from victorious wars, do we not cheer
th* m and shout, “Huzza, huzza?" And
when Jesus passes along in the con
quest of the earth, shall we not have
for him one loud, ringing cheer?
“All hail the power of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall.
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown him Lord of all."
But. my friends, if music on earth is
so sweet, what will it be in heaven?
They all know the tune there. All
the best singers of all the ages will
Join it—choirs of white robed children,
choirs of patriarchs, choirs of apos
tles. Morning stars clapping their
cymbals. Harpers with their harps.
Great anthems of God roll on! roll
on!—other empires joining the har
mony till the thrones are all full and
the nations all saved. Anthem shall
touch anthem, chorus join chorus, and
all the sweet sounds of earth and heav
en be poured into the ear of Christ.
David of the harp will be there. Ga
briel of the trumpet will be there.
Germany redeemed will pour its deep
bass voice into the song, and Africa
will add to the music with her match
less voices. 1 wish In our closing
hymn today we might catch an echo
that slips from the gates. Who knows
but that when the heavenly door opens
today to let some soul through there
may come forth the strain of the jubi
lant voice* until we catch it? Oh,
that a* the song drops down from
heaven it might meet half way a song
coming up from earth.
They rise for the doxology, all the
multitude of the blest! Let us rise
with them, and so at this hour the Joys
of the church on earth and the joys of
the church in heaven will mingle their
chalices, and the dark apparel of our
mourning will seem to whiten into the
spotless raiment of the skies. God
grant that through the mercy of our
Lord Jesus we may all get there!
MONKEYS OF MAURITIUS.
Keep Their Wise Homan-LookluK Beads
Moving.
Nothing can be more beautiful than
the view from the back veranda at
"Reduit,’’ as the fine country govern
ment house built by the Chevalier de
la Brillane for the governors of Mauri
tius more than a century ago is called.
Before you spreads an expanse of Eng
lish lawn only broken by clumps of
gay foliaged shrubs or beds of flowers,
and behind that again is the wooded
edge of the steep ravine, where the
mischievous "jackos” hide, who come
up at night to play havoc with the su
gar canes on its opposite side. The only
day of the week on which they ven
tured up was Sunday afternoon, when
all the world was silent and sleepy. It
used to be my delight to watch from
an upper bed-room window the stealthy
appearance of the old sentinel mon
keys who first peered cautiously up
and evidently reconnoitered the ground
thoroughly. After a few moments of
careful scouting a sort of chirrup
would be heard, which seemed the
signal for the rest of the colony to
tumble tumultuously up the bank.
Such games as then started among the
young ones, such antics and tumblings
and rompings! but all the time the sen
tinels never relaxed their vigilance.
They spread like a cordon round the
gamboling j-oung ones and kept turn
ing their horribly wise human-look
ing heads from side to side incessantly,
only picking and chewing a blade of
grass now and then. The mothers
seemed to keep together, and doubtless
gossiped, but let my old and perfectly
harmless skye terrier toddle round the
corner of the veranda, and each female
would dart into the group of playing
monkeys, seize her property by the
nearest leg, toss it over her shoulder
and quicker than the eye could follow
should would have disappeared down
the ravine. The sentinels had uttered
their warning cry directly, but they
always remained until the very last
and retreated in good order, though
there was no cause for alarm, as "Box
er’s” thoughts were on the peacocks,
apt to trespass at those silent and un
guarded hours, and not on the mon
keys at all.—Cornhill.
OUEER FOX-HOUNDS IN MAINE
"r ” ————— #
Peculiar Breed Evolved by the Need*
of Aroostook County.
The three chief products of Aroos
took county. Maine, are said to be po
tatoes. politicians and red foxes. A
year ago Charles E. Oak of Caribou,
Land Agent and Forest Commissioner
for Maine, told a legislative committee
that his country could furnish 100,000
fox pelts a year for ten years without
diminishing the supply. Hunters from
Boston and Worcester, Mass., who have
shot and trapped foxes in Aroostook,
say that Mr. Oaks’ estimate is too low
by half. The great wine-red fox that
will run for days without tiring; that
doubles and turns to laugh at the dogs,
and then goes on refreshed from the
exercise, reaches fullest perfection in
Aroostook county. Of the 20,000 or
30,000 foxes taken in Aroostook this
winter, more than half were caught in
traps. Nearly all the others were shot
while running before the patient and
slow-footed hounds that abound in
northern Maine. The Maine foxhound
is a hunting machine that was devel
oped for a certain purpose. The result
of fifty years’ breeding is a short
legged, deep-chested, slow-running race
of dogs that will run day and night
without tiring, a breed that will an
noy foxes and cause them to run in
more or less restricted circles, and
frighten them enough to cause them to
hole. The Maine hound to be of value
must also be taught to hunt singly, so
that if a hunter takes out a half-dozen
dogs for a day’s hunt every dog will
pick up a track of his own and follow
it to the death. It is not a surprising
feat for a hunter with six hounds to
go out in the morning and return at
night with ten or twelve pelts. As the
skin of the Aroostook red fox is worth
anywhere from $1.25 to $2.50, the oc
cupation is profitable as well as pleas
ing.
An thro polony of the War.
A correspondent who is interested in
anthropology sends us the following
notes: Looking to the mixed origin of
the British people, it is interesting to
note the types of distinguished gener
als and others in the war. Lord Rob
erts has an Irish face, not easy to an
alyze racially, but with features of the
true Gauls, who were accounted the
best soldiers of antiquity. Sir Red
ters Buller has a Devonshire type of
face, which, like that of Gen. Keke
wich, is rather Celtic than Saxon,
though probably partaking of both
characters. Gen. French has more of
the Anglo-Saxon type, but his deep-set
eyes are not a characteristic of that
type in its purity. Lord Methuen and
Gen. MacDonald have Scotch faces, the
latter typically Highland, with a “dim
ple on his chin,” and with traits of the
Scandinavian type so common in the
Highlands. Sir George White might
be either Scotch or Northern Irish,
and seems to show both Cymrian and
Scandinavian traits. The bugler Dunn
and his father have Irish types of
face, like so many of the Manx peo
ple— London News.
The Kauimag* Sale.
The ladies in charge of the rummage
sale stated that yesterday there were
more generous contributions than for
some weeks past, owing, no doubt, to
ladies having commenced to clean
house. Pieces of bric-a-brac, antique
and beautiful, yet those of which they
have become weary, and have replaced
by those of newer style, have been
sent. The rummage sale will be open
next Friday at the Dexter building,
and people will find some rare bric-a
brac, rugs and curtains. The proceeds
will be for the Ohio hospital.—Cincin
nati Enquirer.
A fur cap trimmed with lace is like a
hot plum-pudding with ice cream
sauce.
MYSTERY IN HIS LIFE
HALL WAS A SCHOLAR. RANCH
MAN AND PHILANTHROPIST.
Self-Exiled from Native Land—He Fled
to Texas. Where He Studded the Plains
With Towers, Ornamented Asylums
and Constructed Chapels.
(San Antonio Letter.)
A remarkable character passed away
when Col. William Hall, scholar,
ranchman and philanthropist, died a
few days ago in Texas. Much was
promised to art in Texas by this
strange man, whose hobby was archi
tecture. Under his supervision old
Anglo-Saxon towers were beginning to
stud the plains of West Texas, orna
menting the asylums that he gave to
the poor, and the chapels he gave to
the church. At the time of his death
he had mapped out the restoration of
the old medieval Spanish towers of
San Antonio, and when dying he left
a handsome bequest for the execution
of the project with which he was bus
ied up to his last moments.
But stranger than all of his life in
Texas was his life in his native Eng
land. It is the story of the polished
scholar and barrister breaking into
parliament, participating in an in
trigue, held up to his constituents as
a political forger, defeated, ruined, and
finally self-exiled to what he believed
to be socially the farthermost end of
the world.
Colonel Hall was educated at Oxford
and his attainments were those of a
scholar and lover of art. His profes
sional training was that of a barris
ter, in which he rose to eminence
among the brightest men of his time.
Under Gladstone's second administra
tion he served both Lord Justice James
and Lord Justice Jessel as a parlia
mentary counsel. He was not only
successful as an attorney at law, but
he was an ardent and practical poli
tician as well.
His record in office is a most strange
one, from what can be learned. This
fp how his political hopes were
blasted. There was a villainous polit
ical intrigue, and he knew all of its
secrets. The forgery of letters that
were to blast a groat reputation was
born of the intrigue. When he con
testjkl Woodstock with Lord Randolph
Chi#.*hill, the secret leaked out, and
Colonel Hall was charged with the
HALL AND ONE OF HIS CHAPELS.
forgery. He protested his innocence,
but he went down in ignominious de
feat.
The wife of the barrister and poli
tician did not survive the stigma of
the exposure. When she died, whi:h
was 16 years ago, Colonel Hall began
to close up. as far as practicable, his
estate. His seven children scattered
to ail parts cf the world, each with a
sum of money calculated to start l.im
or her on an honorable business ca
reer. Three settled in various parts
of England, one went to Australia, and
three came to America.
As soon as he could do so Colonel
Hall left the scenes of his triumphs
and reverses and emigrated to Texas.
That was 11 years ago. His avail
able bank account approached $200,000,
with landed estates in Essex, London,
und the West Indies. Southwest Tex
as appealed to his fancy, and in the
variegated country hills, dales, and
rolling prairies in Kimball county he
settled down for a new life.
A tract of land 59.000 acres in ex
tent was acquired by him. This he
stocked with cattle that required the
care of 60 cowboys and ranch hands.
Then he began the construction of his
country home—a mammoth brownstone
building, covering one acre of ground.
To it he gave the name of Brambletye,
and an architecture in which the an
cient Saxon towers of Brambletye and
Sompting are strangely blended with
Norman castles of later feudal days.
Brambletye, however, appealed to
the benighted denizens of the West
Texas ranches, not in an artistic
sense, but in a philanthropic light.
1 ne cowooy, me iarnier, me uessdi
from the little out-of-the-way country
places barely observed the moat or
the draw-bridge, nor did the solid old
towers mean more to them than a
momentary subject for surprise. They
knew only that the brownstoae walls
inclosed a hundred rooms, in almost
any of which they could find, shelter
when they needed it, and food and
medicine from the hands of the “queer
old Englishman.” All that was re
quired in exchange was a little light
work on the ranch. In times of drouth
and in the mid-winter months, Bram
bletye was a veritable pauper settle
' ment. under the mild but eccentric rule
of this strange man.
The lord of this brownstone man
sion lived like the poorest in his
charge. Not a bedstead was permit
ted in the house, but each room had
a mattress and clean bedding, and
cowboy, master and pauper went from
vespers in the chapel to his respective
room, whiled away an hour or so by
a dim oil light, and then retired to
the couch on the floor.
In his will his first bequest was to
his 60 faithful cow boys. To each he
gave double the entire amount that
each man had received in wages while
in his employ. To his ranch foreman
he bequeathed a 3.500-acre farm and
$500. Brambletye and one-half of the
ranch went to his son, Fred Hall, now
living on the ranch. His son-in-law,
a Mexican named Morales, fell heir to
18,000 acres of the Texas estate.
The last paragraph in the will dealt
with the political secret that stirred
his native county and took from him
his hopes and ambitions, and robbed
him of all the happiness with which
his prestige and power at home were
fraught.
“I have sealed and stamped,” he
said to his lawyer, “an envelope ad
dressed to Judge -. I will enclose
it in the will, and you can direct that
it shall be mailed immediately upon
my death. 1 will carry the secret to
the grave, but this letter will tell Eng
land who forged those letters. The
culprit is named right here," and the
invalid thumped the sealed envelope.
AT THE SHAGGER1ES.
How Cormorants Fwd Thslr Yoons in
New Zealand.
Along the coast of New Zealand cer
tain rocky islets are the home of vast
breeding colonies of cormorants,
termed “shaggeries.” One of these is
Rurima Rock, near Auckland; and in
his magnificent work on the ornithol
ogy of New Zealand, Sir Walter Buller
describes how each of the scores of
great stick-built nests contained two
fledglings, each swaying its head from
side to side and “squirling" at the top
of its voice. To these impatient young
sters came the old birds up from the
sea, with their flexible pouches be
neath their bills distended by a weight
of small fishes. As soon as a parent,
thus laden, alights upon the edge of
the nest, the young birds, craning their
necks almost to the point of disloca
tion, scramble expectantly up beside
her. Then the mother in a loving way
opens wide her mandibles and the
young shag, with an impatient guttur
al note, thrusts his head right down
the parental throat, and draws forth
from the pouch, after much fumbling
about, the first instalment of his din
ner. No sooner has he swallowed this
than he begins to call for more, re
sisting his brother’s effort to take his
turn, and coaxing his mother by ca
ressing her with his big beak in a very
amusing way. As this sort of thing is
going on in a hundred houses at once,
and all the neighbors’ young ones are
squawling and squealing, while the old
ones crow and struggle for new nest
ing material, or unite to mob some
hated bawler or jager, the noise and
turmoil are deafening, and suggest
something very different from the us
ual notion of domestic bird life.
WOAD AS A DYE.
lllue Is the 1'iual Extraction, Sometimes
Green.
Most of us have a slight aecuaint
ance with woad from early childhood,
having been taught that the early Brit
ons smeared themselves with this dye
either for the purpose of terrifying
their enemies or beautifying their per
sons. Curiously enough, the Latin
historians differ as to the color, one
pronouncing it to be blue, another
black, a third green. As a matter of
fact, they are all correct. Though blue
is the usual extraction, sometimes the
material will come out green, while
the hands of the woadworkers become
as black as negroes’ hands, and are
only restored to the natural hue with
the change of skin. In the middle of the
sixteenth century came the importa
tion of indigo, and. in the interests of
the home trade, these attempts were
only partially and temporarily success
ful, and eventually indigo superseded
woad, both being a cheaper and more
brilliant dye. But now a curious thing
happened. It looked for all the world
as if woad had been crushed out of ex
istence, and could never raise its head
again. And, indeed, most of the fac
tories had to put up their shutters, so
that nine people out of ten are proba
bly ignorant of the fact that woad is
still used by dyers. Experiments,
however, proved that the addition of a
certain percentage of fermented woad
to indigo produced a much faster dye,
and consequently all the best blue ma
terials, such as policemen’s and naval
officers’ uniforms, are dyed with a mix
ture of woad and indigo.—Notes and
Queries.
A Perilous Descent.
Teresa Faleiola, a woman of Zuarna,
Italy, recently found out how it feels
to fly. Near her home, which nestles
in a valley, is a high, wooded moun
tain. To it, says the New* York Her
ald, it has been her custom to go for
fire-wood. To carry this wood from
the precipitous mountain to* her cot
tage was quite an arduous task. There
fore she sent it down by means of a
strong metal wire, stretched from the
valley up to the mountain-top. A few
weeks ago she and her two little
daughters ascended the mountain, and
after gathering three goodly bundles
of wood, prepared to send them down.
Just as the mother had fastened the
first bundle to the wire, and had
launched it on its downward course,
her wedding ring caught in the rope
with which the bundle was tied, and
in a flash she was carried off her feet.
Half-paralyzed with fear, her little
daughters watched her as she sped
from their sight, and then they ran
down the mountain, fully expecting to
find her lying dead at the end of the
wire. And their fear was quite nat
ural, since the mountain-top from
which their mother had been torn is
eight hundred yards above the valley.
But the children found their mother
entirely uninjured. Her fall had been
broken as she was reaching the earth
by some friendly branches. The
bundle of wood, too, was in some
measure a bulwark against the shock.
Ro»« Branch In H«r Teeth.
A young woman giving the name of
Helen G;ay was found shortly after 1
o’clock this morning in a shrubbery
in Golden Gate Park suffering from
the effects of poison she had taken
with suicidal intent. She was taken
to the receiving hospital and the poi
son pumped out. The girl, who was
very well dressed in a tailor-made
gown, refused to say anything except
that her name was assumed and that
she came from Indianapolis seven
months ago, where her aunt resides.
Everything about her shows that she
has been used to luxury. A peculiar
feature of the young woman’s attempt
to end her life was the finding of a
rose branch which was held between
her teeth and bound into its place as
the bit of a bridle might have been,
with the gold chain which had been
attached to her glasses.—San Francisco
Special in Chicago Inter Ocean.
LIVING DOUBLE GIRLS
TWO SISTERS FROM BRAZIL
GROWN TOGETHER.
Genuine Xlpbnpagea Described Here Are
Bare In Science—Such Doable Monslera
Are Curloua—Gtrla Ten Years of Age
Inaeparable.
< Special Letter.)
The first living double monster that
moderns know much about was de
scribed by Isidore Geoffroy Saint
13 ilaire. and consisted of the twin sis
ters, Helene and Judith, who were
born in Hungary in 1701 ar.d died in
1723. The Siamese twins, Chang and
Eng, attracted much attention in their
! time and were exhibited in all parts
of the civilized world. They were bo#i
in 1817, were married and had chil
dren, and died at an advanced age.
The two brothers were connected by
the back. Later on, the two sisters,
Millie and Christine, who were born in
Columbus County, S. C., in 1851, were
exhibited in Europe. These twins were
connected by the back. Recently there
have been presented to the Academy
of Medicine of Rio Janeiro, Brazil,
two sisters connected with each other
in front, and thus belonging to the
category of what are now called
xiphopages. By this term are desig
nated two well-developed individuals
with one umbilicus in common ami
connected with the lower extremity of
the sternum to the navel. Such double
monsters are curious. There are some
that are provided with a thoracic cav
ity proper to each individual. These
fc-e genuine xiphopages. In others
the independence of the thorax is lim
ited to the upper part of the thoracic
slightest reference to hi3 straitened
circumstances. Fully 15 years went by
in hope deferred, and the old man was
beginning to fail rapidly in .health,
when at last, in 1884, a special com
mission appointed by President Arthur
ordered a compromise of his claim at
122.000 cash. That was less than a
fifth of what he asked, but he immedi
ately drew the entire amount in cur
rency at the Treasury. I suppose he
wanted to feel the actual money in his
hands, and if so it was the only good
it ever did him. for that very evening,
while he was unlocking his bedroom
door in a cheap Washington boarding
house, he dropped dead of heart fail
ure. To cap the climax of utter futil
ity, the money for which he had waited
so patiently and bravely for so many
years was stolen in the confusion that
follow’ed and never recovered. Poor
old fellow! Whenever I think about
•ie case it seems to me that destiny
went to work deliberately to perpetrate
a grim practical joke.”
CAPE NOME,
‘'The New Klondike” and Its Geograph
ical Location.
One of the most interesting contri
butions to the history of gold and gold
mining has undoubtedly been discov
ered in the region of Cape Nome, Alas
ka, during the past summer. Vague re
ports have from time to time, for a
period of a year or more, been sent
out from the bleak and inhospitable
shores of Bering sea of the discovery
there of rich deposits of placer gold,
and of the almost fabulous wealth ac
quired by a few fortunate prospectors
—a new Klondike on American soil—
but these gained little credence beyond
the portals of transportation compa
nies and the organizers of “boom” en
--
cavity. The true xiphopages are rare
in science. In fact, the number of
those born living and that have been
observed does not appear to exceed
seven or eight, and several of those
have not lived longer than a few days
or even a few hours.
In 1892 there was exhibited in Eu
rope the two sisters, Rodica and Doo
dica, who were born in the English
Indies in 1889. They were three years
and some months old when they were
exhibited in Brussels. The two sisters,
Rosalina and Maria, have just been
exhibited in Brussels. The two sisters,
are ten years of age. and were born at
Cachaeiro de Itapemerim. The par
ents were anxious to know whether or
not they could be separated. That all
depends upon the nature of the junc
tion. Three xiphopages have already
been operated upon, two of them
with success, and all were of the fe
male sex.
With radiography, it will be easy to
ascertain whether the two bodies are
absolutely consolidated, or whether
they are independent. If the latter is
the case, a surgical operation might be
performed with a considerable chance
of success.
AFTER SUCCESS
Death Cam* Tors Soon For Him to
Profit by It.
“The big cotton claim which was left
as a legacy to the Touro Infirmary and
Jewish Orphans’ Home reminds me of
a curious story,” said a prominent New
Orleans lawyer. “One of the many
people who lost cotton through confis
cation during the war was a Mississippi
planter, whose name I w-ould rather
not mention, for fear of hurting the
feelings of somebody now living. He
had been a rich man, but after peace
was declared his bill against the gov
ernment for his cotton was practically
all he had left, and he went on to the
capital to press the matter personally.
He found it a bigger job than he antic
ipated, and eventually he became one
of the great army of chronic claimants
who form such a pathetic element in
Washington life. I used to encounter
him during occasional visits, and he
always assured me that he was on the
point of securing a settlement. I think
he had a small income from the rem
nant of his estate—just enough to keep
soul and body together—and it was
easy to see that he was desperately
poor, but he was a gentleman to his
finger tips, and he never made the
terprises. A few of the more credulous
and those unmindful of adventure and
hardship took practical action on the
receipt of the reports, ar.d prepared to
buffet the still ice-bound waters of the
Pacific to gain early access to the new
land of promise. In a brief period the
fame of Golovnin Bay had been spread
broadcast, only to be again dimmed
by the later announcements that the
earlier reports of finds were only
••fakes.” Making and unmaking are a
part of all new mining centers and in
an incredibly short time all manner
of conclusions are arrived at regarding
the possibilities of a location. The
geographical position of the Nome re
gion is the southern face of the penin
sular projection of Alaska which sep
arates Kotzebue Sound on the north
from Bering Sea on the south, and
terminates westward in Cape Prince of
Wales the extent of the North Ameri
can continent. In a direct line of nav
igation, it lies about 2,500 miles north
west of Seattle and 170 miles southeast
of Siberia. The nearest settlement of
consequence to it prior to 1899 was St.
Michael. 100 miles to the southeast,
the starting point of the steamers for
the Yukon river, but during the year
various aggregations of mining popu
lation had built themselves up in closer
range, and reduced the Isolation from
the civilized world by some 60 miles.
The Nome district as settled centers
about the lower course of the Snake
river, an exceedingly tortuous stream
in its tundra course, which emerges
from a badly degraded line of lime
stone, slaty and schistose mountain
spurs generally not over 700 to 1,200
feet elevation, but backed by loftier
granitic heights, and discharges into
the sea at a position 13 miles wes1; of
Cape Nome proper. Three miles east
of this mouth is the discharge of the
Nome river. Both streams have a tidal
course of several miles.—Popular Sci
ence Monthly.
Couldn’t Help Remembering.
Chairman (of investigating commit
tee)—I am compelled now to ask you
how much your campaign cost you.
Victorious Candidate—It cost me
$39.78. Chairman—How does it hap
pen you remember the odd cents? Vic
torious Candidate—From the f&ct that
$19.78 Is what the new hat cost that
I promised my wife in case 1 was
elected.—Chicago Tribune.
The helm is but a little thing, yet It
governs the course of the ship.
