A ESNew Thought15 Offense
. By Dr. George F. Butler ana! Herbert Hsley
Victory for Physician-Defective Dr. Furnivall, Where Police Methods Fail
HEX Detective Ruger
som, at seven o’clock
in the evening, learned
that Mr. Courtney Ban
ning, the young club
millionaire, was miss
ing from his home,
that foul play was
feared, and that a
large reward had been
ofTered for information
of his whereabouts, he
believed that he knew
about what had hap
pened to him and just
where to find him.
l nerelore he hastened at once to the
shady Hotel Northern on the fringes
of the slums.
‘ Ring." said he to the night clerk,
a tough looking individual of 40. with
a hard, flushed face, drink-sodden
gray eyes, flashy cheap clothes, and a
tall, bony form, “how long ago was
it that Mr. Banning was nerfc last?”
“A week ago to-night,” Ring an
swered. quickly. "Why? I hope there
ain't nothing—”
"Only missing, that's all. We want
to find him for his family. If lie's
still here, and if you make it quiet
and easy for me, why, no questions
asked—that’s it. All 1 want is him—
see? And nobody else needn't know
nothing about it.”
"Here, come in here a minute.” said
the clerk, hastily. He hurried through
the dining-room into the kitchen, and
standing in the middle of the floor
pointed upward to where a door could
bo seen, with three steps of a former
stairway depending from it. The stair
way was sawed short off. the lowest
step hanging ten feet up from the,
kitchen floor.
“Ye see them stairs?" said the clerk,
pointing. “We cut them down be
cause we needed the room here more
than we did them.' So help me, I ain’t
telling a word of lie, but Mr. Banning
was dodging round tip stairs Monday
night, and for some reason or other
he opened that door that we always
keep locked, and tumbled down here.
He thought there was stairs, I suppose.
He wasn't hurted much, but he could
n't stand, and we would not send him
to his own home, letting on that is
was here he was putting in his time,
so we calls the wagon and
sends him to the Relief sta
tion. Why, isn't he out yet at all?
We thought he'd be all right in the
morning, only a trifle shook up. and
mebbe the head on him from the lit
tle jamboree.”
While he was speaking the inno
cent eyes of the detective were search
ing his face. The clerk wore a guilty
manner, but was it the flag of guilt
in this particular case, or was it the
general, all-round guilt which a man
of his calling and stamp is likely to
show when in the presence of the
law? The letective could not say.
Hut the Relief station would answer
the question, or at least throw enough
light on the subject to start with. Mr.
Hanning would be found injured, but
had the injury come innocently, from
walking through that doorway? The
main point was that the missing man
would be restored to his home and
the restorer would get the reward.
The manner of the injury was a minor
matter, which, however, properly
looked into, might serve as a whip of
power to hold over the shady Hotel
Northern.
Therefore, after a long look into the
clerks shifty eyes, he said abruptly:
“I’ll see you again about this, mebbe.”
and hurried to the hospital. To his
inquiries an attendant answered that
on Monday evening a man had been
brought in unconscious, suffering from
a fractured skull and bruises on the
legs and arms. Two friends who were
with him said his name was C. O.
Hanning. They couldn't give his ad
dress. In the morning, when they had
patched him up and he was able to
leave the station, he denied that he
was Banning, though he refused to
give any other name, and went away
growling against somebody who had
thrown him down stairs.
“Was he a gentleman?" asked Ru
gersom.
“If he was he was thoroughly dis
gttised” smiled the attendant. “Xo,
he was a rough fellow, faded and
dirty, weak-minded, sniveling, a type
we often see here."
The detective hastened back to the
hotel. The clerk Ring regarded him
anxiously.
“Was he hurted bad after all?” he
asked. • “ ’Twould give the house a bad
name.”
“Ring,” said Rugersom. looking him
in the eye, “it wasn't Banning. How
could you make such a bull?”
“Wasn’t Banning!” he exclaimed.
Then he laughed cynically. “Oh, no—
of course not! Didn’t I lift him up
from the floor myself? Don't I know
him better than I do you? Is he there
yet? Or how is It? What are you hand
ing me?”
“Ring,” said the detective, slowly
and impressively, “there's something
phony in this. Out with it or it will
be the worse for you.”
“Jakey! Mike!” called the clerk,
poking his head into the larger room.
“Come here, I want you.”
Two seedy individuals shuffled into
sight. They were the types of young
fallows who always may be seen
around cheap barrooms doing chores
for their entertainment, bleary of eye,
trembling with the weakness of over
stimulation. When they saw the de
tective they showed further signs of
discomfort, but brazened it out, though
doubtfully, as if ready for flight on the
first token of hostility on his part.
“Mike,” said the clerk, “and you, too,
Jakey, where was it yr-u seen Mr.
Banning Monday night—the first time,
I mean?”
“On the broad of his back On the
floor," answered Mike, pointing; and,
“Stretched right out there,” corrobo
rated Jakey, also pointing, both of
them speaking at the same time.
“Was it you two that gave his name
at the Relief station?” asked Ruger
som.
“It was not,” said Mike. “No, sir,"
declared Jakey.
“They helped put him in the wagon,
that's all.” Ring volunteered.
“But who went with him to the hos
pital, then? They say there that two
men came with him and ga\e his
name.”
Both Mike and Jakey began to talk
very fast, explaining that all they
knew was that Mr. Banning had fall
en down stans. that they had lifted
him into the ambulance and then re
turned to the dining room, where they
were sitting when the noise of his fall
startled them into rushing to the kitch
en to see what the trouble was. They
knew Mr. Banning very well by sight,
as everybody around the hotel did,
he was there so often, attracting a
good deal of attention unknown to him
self by being there at all, and espe
cially by spending so much money.
r "You two corue along with me,” Ru
gersom interrupted, grimly. “You
have the spiel too pat. We'll aee if
the ambulance man and the clerk at
the Relief station can identify you.”
“It's all right, Mr. Rugersont. It's
jest as I tell you,” called Ring after
the detective as the three went. out.
“Mebbe,” muttered Rugersom. "but
there's sand in this sugar somewhere.
It grits.”
The instant they reached the first
cross street both men, as if moved by
one impulse, grabbed the officer by
the arm and turned the corner, out of
sight of the hotel.
“Git outer here—I'll tell him—I have
the first word,” growled Mike to
Jakey, who was feverishly trying to
whisper in the detective's ear.
Rugersom shook them Off and
stepped into a doorway.
"Go slow,” he said. "You'll both be
treated the same in this game, no
matter who speaks first. Out with it,
Mike."
Jakey subsided and Mike hastily
took the word.
"There was a gazabo lifted a couple
of plunks off a fellow up stairs there
that night," he whispered, "and hit it
for the main entrance. Rut the Rube
stood up to him, so he breaks away
for the back door he seen there. It
was barred, but he got it open and
slides through, but the siairs is cut out
and he pitches on his nut against the
kitchen floor. We all hears the hulla
baloo and five or six of us trails in to
see the game. Mr. Hanning was one.
We sends for the Hlaek Maria, and Mr.
Hanning says: ‘I'll give every man
here,’ he says, ‘a ten-spot,’ he says,
‘to say that dead man on the floor,' he
says, ‘is me,’ he says. And the a he
says, ‘who want's it?‘ and he flashed
a roll the size of a stove funnel. So
we all took it. And he hands me and
Jakey here ten more to go to the
station for to give his name. And we
goes and gives it. We all thought
the man was dead, but 'twas nothing
real phony, was it, Mr. Rugersiom?
You got nothin’ on us.”
•‘And,’’ put in Jakey, qnicklv. “you
can't get the 20 apiece back from us,
because why?—we blowed it, didn't
we Mike?” >
“S'elp me!” swore Mike, throwing
out his palms.
“Oh, dead sure!” grinned Ruger
som. “You two high rollers blow 20
frequent. But that’s all right. All I
want is Banning. Put me near and
I'm a clam on everything else. Where
is he?” As they consulted each other
with troubled eyes he added impa
tiently. “Leak, now, or I'll take you
in.”
“ 'Twill cost us Ring,” whined Mike.
“He'll give us the run if we do it."
“I'll give it to you if you don't.
Open up.”
“ 'Tis wort’ ten,” protested Mike.
“Ah, twenty!" deprecated Jakey
“Go on along up to headquarters,”
the detective burst forth, angrily,
seizing them by the elbows. This end
ed the controversy.
They gave in suddenly.
“He’s in the house,” said Mike hur
riedly. “Come, we’ll show you. But
Ring is with him by this, and we’ll
have to slide along, for he'll have him
out of that at onct now.”
They saw as they passed the of
fice that Ring was no longer there,
and Rugersom snatched a precious
moment to call up Lawyer Randall on
the telephone. Then taking the s^irs
with speed they ran down a foul
smelling corridor and stopped before
a door marked in black paint with the
number 20. Mike put his eye to the
keyhole.
“They're in there,” he whispered. As
he spoke there came a sudden sharp
exclamation from the room, iollowed
by -the sounds of a fierce struggle,
and Rugersom, throwing himself again
and again upon the door soon burst
it in. Hanning and Ring were rolling
on the floor pounding and clawing
each other, in the midst of torn bed
clothes, overturned chairs, a smashed
table and a mass of broken bottles
and glasses.
The detective’s presence seemed to
cow the fight all out of Ring, for he at
first sat on the floor staring at him
and then arose and stood sheepishly
eying his adversary. Banning jumped
up in a rage.
“Arrest that man:" he cried, point
ing at Ring. He was a slim youth of
23, light haired and weak eyed, whose
! naturally pale face was now pallid
from confinement except where the
clerk's fingers had marked it with
red. ’'Arrest him!” he repeated,
hotly, “if you are an officer, T give
him in charge to you. He has been
keeping me here a week. He wants
money. It's blackmail, and I'll put
him over' the road for it. no matter
what it costs." •' >
The detective walked up to the
abashed clerk.
"Ring," he said, “you must be nut
ty to do u thing like this. Why, it
ain't like you. 1 thought you had more
sense."
The clerk held out his wrists with
out a word, but Rugersom waved them
aside.
“I'won't give you the wristers," he
said. “You'll come along all fight.
For old sake's sake I'll see what 1
can do for you up at—”
He stopped suddenly and leaped to
one side as the gas went out. and
threw up his arm. But lie was too
la.e. A stunning blow fell on his
head and he dropped senseless to the
floor.
‘‘Dr. Furnivall," said Lawyer Ran
dall, "1 have come to you on a singu
lar errand. Whether your unique pow
er is what I need I don't know, but if
it isn't I certainly don't know what
is. And in that cas? I should be com
pelled to stop proceedings, which
would prove a downright calamity.”
"The case is this.” the lawyer went
on. the doctor making no oral response
to his statement: "Some two months:
ago young Courtney Hanning—you
know, the Childs-Bannings, that fam
ily—began going wrong. Originally ■
lie was a line fellow, not a vice in the
world. I'm sure, and not a bad habit
even. Seemed to be just a harmless ,
sort of average youth, who would
never set the world afire, nor drown it
either. 1 saw a good deal of him in
his boyhood and can speak from per- j
sonal knowledge. At his majority he
received three millions in his own
right and became guardian of his sis
ter, subject to advice from a board
of trustees, of which I am one. He '
conducted himself so sanely, with such
good will and ability, that we never |
interfered with him. He was left |
practically with a free hand in the j
disposal of five millions. For two
years, or until last June, he ran as
steady as a clock, giving every day
lo his business interests and the even- \
ings to such society as a rich young
fellow of good family would naturally
select. Then one day I was informed i
that he had unaccountably changed ’
his whole course of life. None of his j
friends had laid eyes on him for ]
weeks, and it was hinted that he was !
going the fast pace in vile resorts.
There were whispers of a love afTair,
and I thought that very likely there
was something in that view. I’m not
sure I don't still think so. A week
ago his sister came to me in hyster
ics. saying that he had not been home
for two days and was not to be found
anywhere. She had searched high
and low, with all his friends helping
her. but to no purpose. N'ot a word
could be heard of him. He had van
ished utterly, without leaving a trace
behind. After making a still hunt on
my own part, which resulted in noth
ing, I quietly called in the police, who
found him at once. But the circum
stances are such that it is impossible
to determine whether he was in hid
ing or held by force. If the former,
it is necessary 1 should know the rea
son; if the latter, somebody should
be made to sweat for it. And I come
to you to learn the truth of the mat
ter, or to find if you have any way of
getting at it.”
‘ Isn't the matter of rather too
trivial an order to set the wheels of
science whirling for?” Dr. Furnivall
remarked, dryly.
“I see that I must make a conildant
of you,” the lawyer said, gravely.
“The fact is,” he continued, hitch
ing his chair nearer to the doctor's
and sinking his voice almost *to the
tone of a whisper, "the fact is there's
a woman in the case and she's old
enough to be his mother. He has
made over $50,000 to her. Still worse,
he has realized on every piece of
property he controlled, that could be
turned without consulting the trus
tees, his sister's as well as his own,
and booked a passage for Europe in
a steamer which sails to-morrow, giv
ing a false name. If his sister should
hear of this it would kill her. She is
very delicate, he is ail1 she has in
the world—”
I “Who Is the woman?"
'/m jmr me
Mmt% yts /am/r/af/r.
“She is a Mrs. Van Tromp, a wid
ow. who—"
"What, the Xew-Thopgkt teacher, on
Marlborough street?"
“The very same. Do you know
her?"
It would scarcely be said of Dr.
Fumivall that he showed lack of in
terest now.
“Jove!” he exclaimed, jumping up i
and rushing round for his hat and ,
coat, “science indeed! We'll untwist .
a strange strand of the human mind
this time. I assure you. We'll see
Hanning at once.”
He was ready for the street almost
instantly, and the two walked rapidly
towards the Banning place.
They found young Banning in the
library arranging some palters. He was
very pale, his face lined and heavy
with care, and his light eyes as he
turned them on his visitors held in
their depths a singular gleam, as of
fear stoutly resisted, yet impossible
to overcome. As soon as the greet
ings were done Dr. Furnivall, remov
ing his heavy spectacles and holding
the young man's eve with his own.
said without ceremony:
"This was a singular experience of
yours, Mr. Banning. I know but lit
tle of the story, but the little indicates
something unique. How did it hap
pen?”
Mr. Randall regarded Banning cu
riously. ' How would lie, lake this ap
parent meddling in his affairs by a
stranger? To his surprise lie did not
resent it, seeming to consider it a
and was plainly nervous, but an
swered, speaking at first slowly:
“Why, I went to this shady hotel
on business, and they detained me
there, hoping to scare me into giving
them a lot of money. They didn’t
succeed, thanks to my sister and Mr.
Randall here, who found them out
and gave me a chance to—er—1—er—
What did you ask me?"
His race as he went on. his eyes in
Dr. Furnivall's,’ passed through a re
markable variety of expressions. In
the beginning he showed embarrass
ment mingled with fear, which ran
rapidly into perplexity, into surprise,
peacefulness, and finally, as he asked
the question, into deep and absorbed
introspection. His mind now was plain
ly bent in upon itself, occupied with
one idea, and that was to answer the
query put to him. And almost at
once, before the doctor could have re
peated his words, had he intended do
ing so, the young man said in a mat
ter-of-fact tone:
“I remember—it was about the mur
der. Yes, I committed it. If you wish
to know why—”
At this startling statement the law
yer screamed out: “Courtney!" and
started forward as if violently to re
strain him from proceeding. Dr. Fur
nivall waved him back.
“Be quiet!” he said. “Let’s have the
story. Mr. Banning, who was your
victim?”
“John P Parmenter," he answered.
“What, the druggist?”
"Yes.”
“Why did you do it?”
“He was working so much harm in
the wprld.” ■%
, “What harm? Begin at the begin
ning *od tell me all about it.
His colorless eyes in Dr. Furnlvall’s
his brow wrinkled in thought, young
Hanning proceeded in a mechanical
voice:
“Some months ago I began to at
tend Mrs. Van Tromp's lectures on
self-help and mental healing. There
I learned many things not taught in
the schools, among them three of su
preme importance, namely, that, first,
drugs are an invention of the devil;
second, that the true healing of dis
ease is through mental suggestion, or
telepathy; and, third, that evil
thoughts can be communicated mental
ly as well as good ones. As soon as I
had become aware of this latter fact
I began to notice that whenever I
passed a drug store I felt a strange
sensations. My head swam, my limbs
trembled, my stomach turned sour,
and my mind became full of thoughts
of horror and dread. I could think of
nothing bnt evil. This was true of
all drug stores, but more particularly
of Parmenter’s. And that is the one
nearest my home, the one I must pass
every time 1 go into the street. 1 con
stantly heard Parmenter's voice
threatening me as I hurried by, men
tally, you know, for he wouldn't dare
say such things aloud. I knew he was j
jealous of my knowledge, afraid that
I would hurt his devil's trade, and
wished to silence me. Once he com
manded me mentally to throw- myself
headlong into my area yard, and be
fore I could brace myself sufficiently
to resist him down I dove, head first,
upon the bricks, and nearly broke my
neck. He compelled me to do many
deridings to his malice, for now his
telepathic communications to me, all
of them commands to do somethings
self-hurtful, were accompanied by
taunts that I couldn't help myself be
cause he was stronger than I. To es
cape him I frequented societies where
I hoped in the midst of carousal, for
getfulness, stupidity and frivolity his
things of this nature, catching me un
prepared, until my detestation of him
added to my knowledge of the evil
character of his occupation, left only
one course open to me. But I would
n't proceed to extreme measures until
I had tried every mild means, such
as sending him, by telepathy, concilia
tory messages, assuring him that if
he would relinquish his drjtg deviltry
I would put him on the right track and
set him up in a business that he could
follow with success and an easy con
science. This seemed to make uo im
pression on him. unless it was to add
suggestions could not penetrate. But
all in vain. I caught them there as
plainly as in my own room at home.
Then I made up my mind. Arranging
all my affairs so that I could start
abroad at once, where I intended hav
ing my sister join me in due season.
I transferred a substantial sum to my
teacher to help on the cause, and then,
though I hated above everything else
in the world to do it, yet felt that I
must, 1 silenced the villain forever—”
The lawyer, whose face had twisted
itself into an expression of the most
ludricous amazement as the story pro
gressed, again started up with a cry of
warning to the speaker not to commit
himself. But Dr. Furnivall, with the
delighted smile of the scientist who
suddenly becomes sure of the success
!
Ireland Claims Explorer.
Lieut. Shackleton, whose recent at
tempt to reach the south pole so near
ly resulted In success, is an Irishman.
Mr. Abraham Shackleton, of Rath
mines, Dublin, a relative of the great
explorer, told a newspaper man re
cently that Lieut. Shackleton is 35
years of age. “I wish.” said Mr.
Shackleton, “that the greatest public
ity should be given to the fact^ that
Lieut. Shackleton is an Irishman. His
father is a first cousin of mine, who
graduated at Trinity college, and is
now practicing as a doctor in Syden
ham, near the Crystal Palace, London.
His mother is an Irishwoman also,
and though Ernest Shackieton was
born in England, you know the old
saying: ‘It isn't because a man's horn
in a sjtable that he’s a horse.” I fore
see that the English newspapers will
claim him as an Englishman, and will
ignore his Irish descent. So I hope
it will be widely known that he be
longs to the Ballytore Shackletons,
who have been in Ireland for 200
years past."
Effective Rebuff
Over In Europe negroes are seen
so seldom that they are not regarded
as having any bearing upon social
conditions. They are simply accept
ed as any other foreigner is. Apropos
of this a well-known Louisville man
was relating to the Courier-Journal
an experience which befell an olcl ne
gro “mammy” whom he took along
with his family. They were staying
at a Parisian hotel, and the old wom
an was startled almost out of her
senses to receive an invitation from
the head waiter to go out for a drive.
The waiter could speak English a lit
tle bit. and thought, no doubt, that
this visitor from the land of the free
would be glad to mingle in the social
lire of the gay capital, ‘Go 'wav frurn
heah, white man!” she said severely, i
"Huccum you ast me sech a fool dues- j
tion? Ah don’ hab nuthin’ to do wif •
no po’ white trash, an' you needn't ast !
me!” It is unnecessary to add that j
the head waiter made no further ef
fort to 'extend the social amenities.
How a War Set a Fashion.
The calabash pipe is one of the aft
er results of the South African war.
To supply the demand to which popu
lar taste has given rise quite an in
dustry has grown up in South Africa,
where the farmers are regularly plant
ing calabash specially for pipes, while i
planting is already being carried out
in the south of France and even in
Australia.
of his experiment, pushed him back
into his chair, taking care at the same
time not to release his subject from
his gaze.
"Sit still!” he said, softly, "until we
see the outcome of this beautiful idea
gone mad. Proceed, Mr. Banning.”
“Why, that is about all, I think,” he
said, “except the fact that an oppor
tunity for concealing myself until the
time of sailing most singularly pre
sented itself, and l seized it. I sent
a dead man to the hospital in my
’tame, in order to throw investigation
off the track, and gave Ring a thou
sand dollars for hiding me. When I
found that I was discovered I prom
ised him as much more to say he was
holding me against my will. For to
admit that I was concealing myself
would amount to a confession of the
homicide. It was I who knocked the
officer down, so that Ring might run.
I suppose 1 must suffer the penalty
of the act, though that will bo a hor
rible injustice, considering the hein
ous practices of that—”
‘One moment,” interpolated Dr.
Furnivall, suavely; ”what means did
you employ, Mr. Banning, in the tak
ing of this man's life?”
"What means?” he repeated, in
wonder. “Why, telepathy, of course.
What other means are there? All is
mind!”
At this declaration the lawyer sat
a moment in silence, a look of puz
zlement struggling with the horror
in his face, while Dr. Furnivall. having
withdrawn his eyes front Banning’s,
regarded him whimsically. Suddenly
the lawyer’s brow cleared. Jumping
up he worked the doctor's hand like
a pump-handle.
“Great heavens!" he shouted. “Who
would believe it? Why. I saw Par
rnenter myself this morning, and he
was as well as ever.”
"Certainly. Without doubt he
scarcely knows there's such a person
in existence as our friend here, who is
merely self-hypnotised. Put him in
a good sanitarium for a while, that
will fix him physically. Then give him
a thorough course of real philosophy,
from Plato to Emerson. That will fix
hint mentally—if anything will."
What seemed the strangest thing
of the whole strange matter to the
lawyer was the fact that when Dr.
Furnivall, who was well acquainted
with the druggist Parmenter, brought
him to the house and introduced him
to Hanning, the young man neither
showed surprise nor would admit that
his telepathic command to him to
make away with himself had not been
successful. Apparently thoroughly un
able to realize that his thought-mes
sages had failed to reach their object,
he seemed to hold a double conscious
ness of the druggist while on all
other matters he was perfectly sane
like a man knotted up with rheuma
tism who declares himself cured. To
him Parmenter was dead.
"I don’t understand it—I don’t un
derstand it,” muttered Randall.
“And yon never will—until you un
derstand the human mind, its cause
and what it is,” said Dr. Furnivall.
"And that consummation is doubtless
removed some distance into the fu
ture for us all.”
(Copyright, 1909, by W. G. Chapman.>
(Copyright in “Britain.)
Except for beastly weather and an
epidemic of colds, this is a fine spring.
It is claimed that the murderers of
Petrosino, the detective, are known to
the Italian government and results are
looked for soon. Perhaps the Italian
government may recall the slaughter
of Italians in Louisiana, not many
years ago. and claim that she is not
responsible for what the Sicilians do.
It is not probable, however, for it is
for her own interest that sbe should
rid herself of the terrorising: Sicilian
bandits.
Mohammad V. Said to Be Broad
in His Views. N
S ' .
No Experience in Government. S-ys
Acting Consul-General at New
York, But His Sound Sense
Will Guide Him.
New York.—Pretty nearly everv
body in New York that knows anv
thing about Mehemnied-Resehad Kf
fendi. the prisoner of the Ylldiz Kiosk,
who has suddenly found himself ele
vated to the position of sultan of the
Ottoman empire, were assembled the
other afternoon in the editorial room.-,
of the Syrian newspaper A1 lloila.
There were Reouf Ahmed, the first
secretary of the Turkish legation in
Washington, who has been acting eon
sul-general in New York since Mundji
Bey departed under a cloud some
weeks ago: M. A. Mokf.rzen, the editor
of A1 Hoda, himself a Sytian; two rep
resentatives of the Syrian society of
New York and two of the most vigor
ous proponents of the Young Turks in
America. The consul-general gave a
few facts, the editor gave a few more
The Young Turks and the Syrians
nodded gravely over their cigarette?,
and said little for publication,
j “The new sultan has of course bad
no experience in diplomacy or the
ways of government." said the actiim
Turkish consul-general. "He has been
practically prisoner in the Yildiz Kio- .
since Abdul Hamid succeeded to th"
Mohammad V., New Sultan of Turkey.
place of power. We know little al>out
hint except that he is a man of broader
and more liberal tendencies than bi
dder brother. We believe that he will
come to remedy the mistakes that
Abdul Hamid made, that he will be n
repairer and not a destroyer, and tba
all of his attention will be given ti
placing Turkey in the place she de
serves among the nations of Europe
Acting Consul-General Reouf Ahmed
would have it understood that once
and for ail time the American new.
papers anil all others in the English
language should get the title of t
new sultan straight. Reschad-EfTendi
should be started right in that regard
at least.
He will take the tiilb of Mohammad
V., said the consul-general. His real
name is Mehemtned. which mean
glorious. Mohammad, the title which
has been held in the line of the O;li
mans four times before, is translated
glorified, or the man who is praised.
There is considerable difference be
tween a man glorious and glorified, u
Reouf Ahmed sees it. and the new
sultan of Turkey is one glorified.
Mohammad V. is the thirty-fifth in
male descent of the house of Othman.
the founder of the Turkish empire in
1299. and he is the twenty-ninth to
rule since Constantinople fell. By the
Turkish law of succession obeyed u
the royal family, the headship over the
state is inherited according to senior
tty by the male descendants of Oth
man sprung from the imperial harem.
The deposed sultan. Abdul Hamid,
would be succeeded by his eldest son.
Mehemmed-Selim, were it not that
Mehemmed-Reschad. the ex-sultan's
oldest brother is living, and by th ■
Turkish law of succession in line for
the occupancy of the high seat of
power.
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Mohammad V. is the third brother
to take the throne in the Yildiz Kiosk
Murad V.. eldest son of Sultan Abdul
Hamid, was deposeil because of in
sanity on August 31. 187(1. Then Ab
dul Hamid succeeded. A sister.
Djemile Sultana, was the next in age
to Abdul Hamid, but because of her
sex she is passed over in the selection
of a successor to the one who so long
held the position of the sick man of
Europe, and Mehemmed Reschad. the
next elder son of Sultan Adbu! Medjid.
has the unenviable throne.
The present sultan was born Novem
ber 3, 1844. The next in succession to
the Turkish throne is not one who
bulks large in the public eve over
there. Inevitably his brother, or uncle,
as the case may be. sees to it that the
people know nothing more about a
possible successor than that he exists
Abdul Hamid was no exception to
this general rule. He gave his younger
brother a place in a detached pavilion
of the Yildiz Kiosk, a retinue, guards,
and that was all. Reouf Ahmed, who
is something of a Young Turk himself,
believes that most of the retinue and
all of the guards were spies.
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For a Hungry Marquis.
The Marquis De X., who is best
known as the strongest-supporter ol
the royalist cause in Paris, wishing
to please a certain pretty actress,
sent her a present. Only the present
was accompanied by a note to the ef
fect that he "regretted that the ex
pense of living at the present day pre
cluded him from making the present
of greater value." Imagine his surprise
when the next morning his baker
brought him six extra rolls in a neat
little gasket, to which was pinned a
billet bearing, above the actress’ sig
nature, these words: “So that the
Marquis De X., shall not starve!”
Seek to Abolish Hat Tipping.
A men's league has been formed
Darmstadt with the object of abolish
toe the custom of raising the hat.
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