■HHE INVENTIOHS OF HAWKINS
g«/o EDGAR. FRANKLIN
THE HORSE BRAKE.
Hawkins is part inventor and part
idiot.
Hawkins has money, which generally
mitigates idiocy; but in his case it
also allows frhe rein to his inventive
genius, and that is a bad thing.
When I decidod to build a nice, quiet
summer home in the Berkshires, I
paid for th'e ground before discovering
that the next villa belonged to Haw
kins.
Had I known then what I know now,
my county seat would be located some
where in central Illinois or western
Oregon; but at that time my know
ledge of Hawkins extended no farther
than the facts that he resided a few
doors below me in New York, and that
we exchanged a kindly smile every
morning on the L.
One day last August, having mas
tered the mechanism of our little
steam runabout, my wife ventured out
alone, to call upon Mrs. Hawkins.
I am not a worrying man, but auto
mobile repairs are expensive, and when
she had been gone an hour or so I
strolled toward our neighbors.
The auto I was relieved to find
standing before the door, apparently
in good health, and ! had already
turned back when Hawkins came trot
ting along the drive from the stable.
“Just in time, Griggs, just in time!*’
he cried, exuberantly.
“In time for what?”
“The first trial of—”
“Now, see here, Hawkins—” I be
gan, preparing to flee, for I knew too
well the meaning of that light in his
eyes.
“The Hawkins^ Horse-brake!” he
finished, triumphantly.
"Hawkins, I said, solemnly, far be
it from me to disparage nir work;
blit I recall most distinctly the Haw
kins Aero-motor, which moted you to
(he top of that maple tree and dropped
you on my devoted head. I also have
some recollection of your gasoline
milker, the one that exploded and
burned every hair off the starboard
side of my best Alderney cow. If you
are bent on trying something new, hold
it off until I can get my poor wife out
of harm's way."
Hawkins favored me with a stare
that would have withered a row of
hardy sunflowers and turned his eyes
to the stable.
Something was being led toward us
from that direction.
The foundation of the something I
recognized as Hawkins’ aged work
horse, facetiously christened Maud S.
The superstructure was the most re
markable collection of mechanism I
ever saw.
Four steel rods stuck into the air at
the four corners of the animal. They
seemed to be connected in some way
to a machine strapped to the back of
the saddle.
I presume the machine was logical
enough if you understood it, but be
yond noting that it bore striking re
semblance to the vital organs of a
clock, I cannot attempt a description.
“That will do, Patrick," said Haw
kins, taking the bridle and regarding
his handiwork with an enraptured
smile. “Well, Griggs, frankly, what
do you think of it?”
“Frankly," I said, “when I look at
that thing, I Teel somehow incapable of
thought."
"I rather imagined that it would
take your eye,” replied Hawkins, com
placently. “Now, just see the simplic
ity of the thing, Griggs. Drop your
childish prejudices for a minute and
examine it.
“Let us suppose that this brake is
fitted to a fiery saddle-horse. The
rider has lost all control. In another
minute, unless he can stop the beast,
he will be dashed to the ground and
kicked into pulp. What does he do?
Simply pulls this lever—thus! The ani
mal can't budge!"
An uncanny elanketj-clankety-clank
accompanied his words, and the rods
dropped suddenly. In their descent
they somehow managed to gather two
steel cuffs apiece.
When they ceased dropping, Maud S.
had a steel bar down the back of each
leg, with a cuff above and a cuff be
low the knee. Hawkins was quite
right—so far as I could see; Maud was
anchored until some well-disposed per
son brought a hack-saw and cut off her
shackles.
“You see how it acts when she is
standing still?” chuckled the inventor,
replacing the rods. “Just keep your
eyes open and note the suddenness
with which she stops running.”
"Hawkins,” I cried, despairingly, as
he led the animal up the road, “don’t
go to all that trouble on my account.
I can see perfectly that the thing is a
success. Don’t try it again.”
“My dear Griggs,” said Hawkins,
coldly, “this trial trip is for my own
personal satisfaction, not yours. To
tell the truth, I had no idea that you
or anyone else would be here to wit
ness my triumph.”
He went perhaps three or four hun
dred feet up the road; then he turned
Maud's nose homeward and clambered
to her back.
As I waited behind the hedge, I
grieved for the old mare. Hawkins evi
dently intended urging her into some
thing more rapid than the walk she
had used for so many years, and I
feared that at her advanced age the
excitement might prove-injurious.
But Maud broke into such a sedate
canter when Hawkins had thumped
WAS THE J
It is a kindly and beneficial custom
In some country villages for the
wealthier inhabitants to subscribe and
make good the loss which a poorer
yi Hhger may sustain through the
death of a pig.
• Maj. Cardie, however, had but re
cently returned from abroad, and
knew little of the local customs, and
therefore he was astounded, recently.
her ribs a few times with his heels, and
her kindly old face seemed to wear
such a gentle expression as she ap
proached, that I breathed easier.
“Now, Griggs!” cried Hawkins, com
ing abreast. “Watch—now!”
He thrust one hand behind, grasped
the lever, and gave it a tug. The little
rods retrained in the air.
A puzzled expression flitted over
Hawkins’ face, and as he cantered by
he appeared to tug a trifle harder.
This time something happened.
I heard a whir like the echo of a
sawmill, and saw several yards of steel
spring shoot out of the inwards of the
machine. I heard a sort of frantic
shriek from Maud S. I saw a sudden
cloud of pebbles and dust in the road,
such as I should imagine would be
kicked up by an exploding shell—and
that was all.
Hawkins, Maud, and the infernal
machine were making for the county
town with none of the grace, but near
ly all the speed, of a shooting star.
For a few seconds I stood dazed.
Then it occurred to me that Haw
kins' wife would later wish to know
what his dying words had been, and I
went into the auto with a flying leap,
sent it about in its own length, almost
jumped the hedge, and thus started
upon a race whose memory will haunt
me when greater things have faded
1 into the forgotten past.
My runabout, while hardly a racer,
is supposed to have some p: etty speedy,
machinery stored away in it, but the
engine had a big undertaking in try
ing to overhaul that old mare.
It was painfully apparent that some
thing—possibly righteous indignation
at being the victim of one of Hawkins’ \
experiments—haii roused a latent devil
within Maud S. Her heels were vi
ciously threshing up the dirt at the
foot of the hill before I began my
blood-curdling coast at the top.
How under the sun anything could
go faster than did that automobile is
beyond my conception; yet when 1
reached the level ground again and
breathed a little prayer of thanks that
an all-wise Providence had spared my
life on the hill, Hawkins seemed still
to have the same lead.
That he was traveling like a hurri
cane was evidenced by the wake of
fear maddened chickens and barking
dogs that were just recovering their
senses when I came upon them.
I put my iever to the last notch.
Heavens, how that auto went! It
rocked from one side of the road to
the other. It bounded over great
stones and tried to veer into ditches,
with the express purpose of hurling
me to destruction.
It snorted and puffed and rattled and
skidded; but above all, it went!
There is no use attempting a record
of my impressions during that first
half-mile—in fact, I am not aware that
i I had any. But after a time I drew
nearer to Hawkins, and at last came
within 30 feet of the galloping Maud.
Hawkins’ face was white and set, he
bounced painfully up and down, risk
ing his neck at every bounce, but one
hand kept a death-like grip on the
lever of the hoise-brake.
“Jump!” I screamed. “Throw your
self off! ”
Hawkins regarded me with much the
expression the early Christians must
have worn when conducted into the
arena.
“No,” he shouted. “It’s"—bump—“it's
all right. It’ll”—bump—“work in a
minute."
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3IGGEST PIG IN '
to receive a visit tom the wife of a
laborer who lived near.
“Lost a pig—eh?" he repeated, gruf
fly. “Well, I haven’t got it! I don’t
collect pigs.’’
“Beggin' your pardon, sir,” faltered
t&e woman; “but you see, sir, the pig
died.”
“Well, d’ye want me to go to the
“No, it won't. Jump, for Heaven’s
sake, jump!”
I think that Hawkins had framed a
reply, but just then a particularly hard
bump appeared to knock the breath
out of his body. He took a better
grip on the bridle and said no more.
I hardly knew what to do. Every
minute brought us nearer to the town,
where traffic is rather heavy all day.
Up to now we had had a clear track,
but in another five minutes a collision
would be almost as inevitable as the
sunset.
I endeavored to recall the “First Aid
to the Injured” treatment for fractured !
skulls and broken backs, and I thanked
goodness that there would be only one ;
auto to complete the mangling of
Hawkins’ remains, should they drop
into the road after the smash.
Would there? I glanced backward
and gasped. Others had joined the
pursuit, and I was merely the van-;
guard of a procession.
Twenty feet to the rear loomed the
black muzzle of Enos Jackson’s trotter,
with Jackson in his little road-cart.
Behind him, three bicyclists filled up 1
the gap betweeen the road-cart and '
Dr. Brotherton's buggy.
I felt a little better at seeing Broth
erton there. He set my hired man’s j
leg two years ago. and made a splendid
job.
There was more of the cavalcade be
hind Brotherton, although the dust re
vealed only -glimpses of it; but I had
seen enough to realize that if Haw
kins’ brake did work, and Hawkins’
mare stopped suddenly, there was
going to be a piled-up mass of men
and things in the road that for sheer
“Hawkins Shot Off Into Space.”
mixed-up-edness would pale the aver- !
age freight wreck.
Maud maintained her pace, and I did j
my best to keep up.
By this time 1 could see the reason
for her mad flight. When the ex
plosion, or whatever it was, took place
in the brake machinery, a jagged piece
of brass had been forced into her side,
and there it remained, stabbing the
poor old beast with conscientious reg
ularity at every leap.
I was still trying to devise some way
of pulling loose the goad and persuad
ing Maud to slew down when we en
tered town.
At first the houses whizzed past at
intervals of two or three seconds; but
it seemed hardly half a minute before
we came in sight of the square and the
courthouse. We were creating quite an
excitement, too.
People screamed rrantically at us
from porches and windows and the
sidewalk. Occasionally a man would
spring into the road to stop Maud,
think better of it, and spring out
again.
One misguided individual hurled a
fence-rail across the path. It didn’t
worry Maud in the slightest, for she
happened to be all In the air while
passing over that particular point, but
when the auto went over the rail it
nearly jarred out my teeth.
Another fellow pranced up, waving
a many-looped rope over his head. I
think Maud must have transfixed him
with her fiery eye, for before he could
throw it nis nerve failed and he scut
tled back to safety.
Those who had teams hitched in the
square were hurrying them out of
danger, and when we whirled by the
courthouse only one buggy remained
in the road.
That buggy belonged to Burkett, the
constable. The town pays Burkett a
percentage on the amount of work he
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THE TOWN.
funeral, send a wreath, or what, wom
an?" he replied.
“No, sir; indeed, no!” was the re
ply. But we’re poor folks, sir, and
we thought that, bein’ the biggest pig
in the neighborhood, you’d give us a
little ’elp."
The major’s reply was distinctly
pungent.
does, and Burkett is keen on looking
up new business.
"Stop, there!’' he shouted, as we
came up. "Stop!”
Nobody stopped.
‘Stop, or I’ll arrest the whole danged
lot of ye fer fast drivin’!” roared Bur
kett, gathering up reins and whip.
And with that he dashed into the
place behind Enos Jackson and crowd
ed the bicyclists to the side of the
road.
Our county town is a small one, and
at the pace set by Maud it didn't tune
us long to reach the far side and sweep
out on the highway which leads,
eventually, to Boston.
I began to wonder dimly whether
Maud’s wind and my water and gaso
line would carry us to the Hub, and, if
so, what would happen when we had
passed through the city.
Just beyond Boston, you know, is the
Atlantic ocean.
At this point in my meditations we
started down the slope to the big
creamery.
The building is located to the right
of the road. On the left, a rather
steep grassy embankment drops per
haps 30 feet, to the little river.
On this beautiful sunny afternoon,
the creamery’s milk cans, something
like a hundred in number, were airing
by the roadside, just on the edge of the
embankment; and as we thundered
down I smiled grimly to think of the
attractive little frill Maud might add
to her performance by kicking a dozen
or two of the milk cans into the river
as she passed.
Maud, however, as she approached
the cans, kept fairly in the middle of
the road—and stopped!
Heavens! She stopped so short that
I gasped for breath. Ail in the twink
ling the steel rods dropped into posi
tion beside her legs, the cuffs snapped,
and the Hawkins Horse-brake had
worked at last!
Poor old Maud! She slid a few yards
with rigid limbs, squealing in terror.
HERDER LEAD!
The journey of the last two days i
has been in the solemn stillness of
the forest, says a writer in the Pa
cific Monthly. Hardly has the soft
twittering of a bird broken the un
ending silence. But now the voice of
the distant flocks is the undertone
that fills the air—it rises and falls in
cadences, but is never still. There,
under the shadow of the pines, is
pitched the herder’s tent. Company
is scarce and therefore valuable, and
hardly have his dogs given wanting
of a stranger when the one solitary
figure is strolling toward us. It is
quite impossible to forecast the na
tionality, age, upbringing or condi
tion of this man. Sheep herding is as
often a refuge as an occupation.
Wages is good, work there is none,
food is found, responsibilities sit very
lightly; through six months of the
year this outdoor life involves no
hardship. If from one or two weeks’
end to the next no living man is in
sight to speak to—well, there is the
less chance of quarreling, and the
dogs are ever at hand and good com
pany for many hours out of the 24.
But, then, the ever-present sheep.
To rise with the sun, get breakfast
and then follow the big flock as they
"W
SHARKS AND
Ballooning on the Adriatic coasts has
dangers of its own apart from the risk
of drowning. The sea is stated to be
Infested by sharks, and an aeronaut
reaching the water has small chance
of living till rescue reaches him.
No trace has yet been found of the
bodies of Capt. Nazari and Signor
Minoletti, whose balloon collapsed over
and then crashed to the ground like an
overturned toy horse.
Hawkins shot off into space, and at
the moment I didn’t care greatly where
he landed. I was vaguely conscious
that he collided head-on with the row
of milk-cans, but my main anxiety was
to shut off my power, set the brake,
point the auto into the ditch and jump.
And I did it all in about one sec
ond.
After the jump, my recollection
grows hazy. I know that one of my
! i'eet landed in an open milk-can, and
that 1 grabbed wildly at several others.
Then the cans and I toppled headlong
over the embankment and went down,
down, down, while, fainter and fainter,
I could hear something like:
“Whoa! Whoa! Gel darn ye! Ow!
Stop that hoss! Bang! Rattle! Rattle!
Bang! Whoa! Stop, can't ye?”
Then a peculiarly unyielding milk
can landed on my head and I seemed
! to float away.
I have reason to believe that I sat
up about two minutes later. The crash
was over and peace had settled once
more upon the face of nature.
From far away came the sound of
galloping hoofs, belonging, no doubt,
to some of the norses who had partici
pated in the late excitement.
The embankment was strewn with
men and milk-cans, chiefly the latter,
j No one seemed to be wholly dead, al
■ though one or two looked pretty
near it.
A few feet away, Burkett, the consta
, hie, was having a convulsion in his
| vain endeavor to extricate his cranium
from a milk-can. The sounds that is
| sued from that can made me blush.
Jackson was sitting up and staring
| dully at the river, while Dr. Brother
ton, with his frock-coat split to the
j collar, was fishing fragments of his
medicine case out of another can.
Others of the erstwhile procession
were distributed about the embank
ment in various conditions, but, as I
have said, nobody seemed to have
parted company with the vital spark.
Hawkins alone was invisible, and as
I struggled to my feet this fact puzzled
me considerably.
A pile of milk-cans balanced on the
river's edge, and on the chance of find
ing the inventor’s remains, I tipped
them into the stream. Underneath,
stretched on the cold, unsympathetic
ground, his feet dabbling idly in the
water, his clothes in a hundred shreds,
a great lump on his brow, was Haw
knis, stunned and bleeding! *
As I turned to summon Brotherton,
Hawkins opened his eyes.
I am not one to cherish a grudge. I
felt that Hawkins' invention had been
its own terrible punishment. So I
helped hm to his feet as gently as pos
sible, and waited for apologetic utter
ances.
"You see, Griggs,” began Hawkins,
uncertainly—“you see, the—the ratchet
on the big wheel—stuck. I’ll put a
new—a new ratchet there, and oil—
lots of oil—on the—the—”
"That’s enough, Hawkins,” I said.
“Come home.”
“Yes, but don’t you see,” he groaned,
holding fast to his battered skull as I
helped him back to the road, “if I get
that one little point perfected—it—it
will revol—”
'Let it! I snapped. “Sit here until
I see what’s left of my automobile.”
Ten minutes later, Patrick having
appeared to take charge of Maud s.,
Hawkins and I were making our
homeward way in the runabout, which
had mercifully been spared.
something in my face must have for
bidden conversation, for Hawkins
wrapped the soiled fragments of his
raiment about him in offended dignity
and was silent on the subject of horse
brake.
Nor have I ever heard of the thing
since. Possibly Mrs. Hawkins suc
ceeded in demonstrating the fallacy of
the whole horse-brake theory; in fact,
from the expression on her fare when
we reached the house, I am inclined to
think that she did.
Mrs. Hawkins can be strong-minded
on occasion, and her tongue is in no
way inadequate to the needs of her
mind.
At any rate, a friend of mine the
patent office, whom I asked about the
matter some time ago, tells me that the
Hawkins Horse-brake has never been
patented, so that I presume the inven
tion is in its grave. As a public-spirit
ed citizen. I venture to add that this is
a blessing.
(Copyright, ?906, by W. G. Chapman.
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> LONELY LIFE.
slowly feed away from camp. To
hear their everlasting •baas,” to
smell the ever-present woolliness, to
live, move and have your being in an
atmosphere of sheep—to walk when
they walk, to stop when they feel
disposed to rest, and to so put in the
slowly passing hours, to accompany
them hack to the neighborhood of
camp, and not until the flock has
gone to bed for good to feel a mo
ment’s freedom from their society.
No wonder that, as one sheep
herding friend told me, he was ready
to bless a wolf or two that broke in
on the monotony of the day by trying
to steal a sheep before his very eyes.
The sheep herder is well armed as
well fed. And very often on the sum
mer ranges he can so manage the
day's march with his flock as to bring
in the blessed trout stream, where
the fish are rising at the summer
flies. One man I know learned Span
ish in the summer’s herding. Another
found a haven in higher mathematics.
Several others used theiT pocket
knives to carve ornaments and knick
knacks. Books, magazines and let
ters are always brought out with the
supply of beans and bacon, eolfee and
flour, sugar and tobacco.
BALLOONISTS.
the Adriatic a short time ago, and it is
feared that they have been devoured.
From Ancona, another balloon was
seen floating toward the Adriatic and
showing colored lights as signals of
distress. A torpedo boat went in the
direction where the balloon was last
seen, but there was no trace either of
the balloon or its occupants.
SOME FISH SALADS.
APPETIZING DISHES EASILY AND
INEXPENSIVELY MADE.
Herring, Sardine, Salmon and Lobster
Salads, That You Can Prepare
Quickly in Cases of Emerg
ency That Will Arise.
HERRING SALAD.—Heat through
by turning on thd stove three wel.
smoked herring, then tear off thi
heads and pull the skin away, split
take out the backbones, and cut up
into small bits, or to shred them if
better. Put in a salad bowl, add one
small chopped onion, two hard boiled
chopped eggs, and one boiled potato;
cut fine with a teaspoonful of chopped
parsley; season with a teaspoonful of
salt, one of pepper, three tablespoon
fuls of vinegar, and two of oil. Mix
well, and if you have it, decorate
with a boiled beet.
SARDINE SALAD.—Allow three
sardines for each person; bone and
fillet these, carefully removing all the
skins, and set them aside until re
quired. Boil two eggs for three min
utes, shell them, and break them up
in your salad bowl with a spoon; mix
with them a teaspoonful each of
French mustard and essence of ancho
vies, the strained oil from the tin of
sardines with as much oil as will
inane tnree teaspoonfuls m all; aau
chili, sliftllot, and good malt vinegar
to taste. Cut up some nice crisp let
tuce and mix it well with the dress
ing, but only just before it is to
be served. Put a little heap of mus
tard and cress in the center of the
salad, with a whole red capsicum
upon it. Arrange the sardines round,
and outside these a border of mustard
and cress dotted here and there with
slices of red capsicum.
SALMON SALAD.—One quart of
cooked salmon, two heads of lettuce,
two tablespoonfuls of lemon juice, one
of vinegar, two of capers, one tea
spoonful of salt, one-third of a tea
spoonful of pepper, a cupful of may
onnaise dressing or the French dress
ing. Break up the salmon with two
silver forks. Add to it the salt, pep
per, vinegar, and lemon juice. Put
in the ice chest or some other cold
place for two or three hours. Pre
pare the lettuce as directed for lob
ster salad. At serving time pick out
leaves enough to border the dish. Cut
or tear the remainder in pieces and
arrange these in the center of a fiat
dish. On them heap the salmon
lightly and cover with the dressing.
Now sprinkle on the capers. Arrange
the whole leaves at the base, and,
if you choose, lay one-fourth of a
thin slice of lemon on each leaf.
LOBSTER SALAD.—Put a large lob
ster over the fire in boiling water
slightly salted; boil rapidly for about
20 minutes; when done it will be of
a bright red color and should be re
moved, as, if boiled too long, it will
be tough; when cold, crack the claws
after first disjointing, twist off the
head, which is used in garnishing;
split the body in two lengthwise; pick
out the meat in bits not too fine,
saving the coral separate; cut up a
large head slightly and place on a
dish, over which lay the lobster, put
ting the coral around the outside.
For dressing take the yolks of three
eggs, beat well, add four tablespoons
salad oil, dropping it in slowly, beat
ing all the time; then add a little salt,
cayenne pepper, half teaspoon mixed
mustard, and two tablespoons vine
gar. Pour this over the lobster just
before sending to table.
About Expenses.
Young housekeepers so often utter
the plaint: “I can buy the ordinary
food for three meals a day on my
table allowance, but there are so
many extras.”
A woman of many years’ experience
accustomed to working domestic mir
acles with an infinitesimal income,
once said:
“I would never have kept out of the
poorhouse if I had not had a system.
» make a list of the sundries, without
which no house is complete—soap,
starch, flour, salt, etc.,—and keep it
under my eye. Each week I appor
tion so much money for my sundries
and buy something. Thus I never
find myself face to face with an empty
saltbox or vinegar jug at a time when
there is no money to fill the lack.”
Sweet Potato Pudding.
Peel and wash a large sweet potato,
wipe dry, and grate with a large
grater. While the potato is being
grated heat one quart of milk, stir a
cup of the grated potato into the hot
milk, and let it boil. Meantime beat
four eggs to a cream, add one table
spoon butter to the milk and potatoes,
and take them off the fire. Stir the
beaten eggs with the milk and pota
toes, season the pudding palatably
with salt and pepper, and put into an
earthen dish and bake for 20 minutes,
or until the custard is firm. Serve hot
as a vegetable.
Financial Bandits Met.
Mr. Rhodes once told a circle of
friends after dinner the story of his
first meeting with Beit. “I called at
Porges’ late one evening,” he said,
“and there was Beit working away
as usual. ‘Do you never take a rest?’
I asked. ‘Not often,’ he replied. ‘Well,
what’s your game?’ said I. ‘I am go
ing to control the whole diamond out
put before I am much older,’ he an
swered, as he got off his stool. ‘That’s
funny,’ I said. ‘I have made up my
mind to do the same; we had better
join hands.’ ” Join hands they did.
For Cleaning Marble.
To clean marble, take two parts
of common soda, one part of pumice
stone and one part of finely pow
dered salt. Sift the mixture through
a fine sieve and mix it with water,
then rub it well over the marble and
the stains will be removed. Rub the
marble over with salt and water,
then wash off and wipe dry.
Best Fruits for Jellies.
The most desirable fruits for jelly
making after currants are crab ap
F*-s, quinces, grapes, blackberries,
raspberries and peaches. If the fruit
is used before it is fully ripe it makes
a clearer jelly and a gentle simmer
ing with no stirring will make it of
finer grain.
ROSEWATER DEAD
HIS BODY DISCOVERED IN JUDGE
TROUP’S COURT ROOM.
WENT THERE THENICHT BEFORE
Had Been Dead a Number of Hours
Before Discovery—Is Supposed to
Have Died from Heart Disease.
OMAHA — Edward Rosewater is
dead. The editor and founder of the
Omaha Bee went to sleep in Judge
Troup’s court room on the third floor
of the Bee building Thursday night
and never atvoke.
His dead body was found next morn
ing in a familiar attitude of rest.
Drs. Hoffman and Goetz made an
examination and pronounced the cause
of death heart failure.
Mr. Rosewater was a little over 65
years old.
Mr. Rosewater spoke at the Grand
Army meeting in Waterloo Thursday
afternoon.
He returned, cheerful and in ap
parently usual health, by the 7 o'clock
train.
He went up to his office and was
busy until 6 o’clock, when he went to
his home and ate dinner.
About 7 o’clock he left his home and
returned to the Bee building. After
he entered he was seen alive by only
one person, Mary Clark, janitor of the
third floor.
He shook hands with her, and she
Edward Rosewater.
remarked: This is the first time 1
have seen you, sir, since you came
back from Europe.”
Mr. Rosewater replied that he had
been very busy and had not gotten
about much in the city. This meet
ing was in the corridor outside of the
court room.
Mrs. Rosewater did not miss Mr.
Rosewater when he did not come
home for he was often engaged in his
office until very late in the night.
She went to bed and left the light
burning. No one missed him un!:l
this morning at about 6 o'clock.
Finding the light still burning Mrs.
Rosewater became alarmed and te! -
phoned to Victor Rosewater, asking
if he knew where his father could be.
The alarm was sounded and T. W.
McCullough, Chief Donahue and
others were sent for. The police de
tectives were sent out in every direc
tion and a search was made.
No one thought of the court room
until Judge Troup came down and
opened his office at 9 o’clock.
Judge Troup found Mr. Rosewater
reclined at the end of the second
bench with his left arm lying along
the top of the radiator and his head
resting upon it.
The body was in a natural reclining
attitude and all those that rushed up
to the court room at the news re
marked that he had never looked more
lifelike and peaceful.
Physicians were called at once, but
it was very evident that Mr. Rose
water had been dead some hours.
Mr. Rosewater, before his departure
for Rome as the United States postal
delegate, had been in a rather low
condition.
He was not ill enough ever to be in
bed, and with his great energy prob
ably kept about and attended to his
affairs, where another man might
have given up and taken a much
needed rest.
The senatorial campaign made a
great amount of work, but Mr. Rose
water’s nature was such that it had
a stimulating effect upon him, and un
til the ballot was reached he did not
feel the exhaustion of the campaign
until it was all over.
Charley Rosewater, a son, who is
absent at Lenox, Mass., has been
notified of the death of his father.
N. P. Feil, a son-in-law, at Cleveland,
0., also has been wired and these
two will inform the friends and
relatives in the east.
Ultimatum to the Packers.
WASHINGTON — Nothing short of
the placing on meat products of labels
which will not deceive the public was
the ultimatum which Secretary Wilson
delivered to forty representatives of
various packing houses here. Here
after. if the packers want their goods
accepted for interstate shipment, the
packages must bear labels more spec
ific than thon used hitherto. It will
not do, for instance, to shite merely
that a package contains sausage. The
label must distinctly describe the
article.
Soldier* Going to Study.
WASHINGTON — Forty enlisted
men from various army posts through
out the eastern part of the United
States will be ordered by the War de
partment in Washington in a short
time for Instruction in taking finger
prints and in photography, prepara
tory to carrying out the new Identifi
cation plans for the army. It is the
purpose to have at least one man at
every post who is familiar with the
finger print and photographic work.j
Men detailed to Washington will re
main a week.