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WHATSIS.ECZEMA?
It is an agony of agonies.
A torture of tortures.
It is an itching and burning of the
jkin almost beyond endurance.
It is thousands of pin-headed ves
icles filled with an acrid fluid, ever
forming, ever bursting, ever flowing
upon the raw excoriated skin.
No part of the human skin is
exempt.
It tortures, disfigures, humiliates
more than all other skin diseases.
Tender babies are among its most
numerous victims.
They are often born with it.
Sleep and rest are out of the
question.
Most remedies and the best phy
sicians generally fail, even to relieve.
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cure Eczema, it would be entitled to
the gratitude of mankind.
It not only cures but
A single application is often suffi
cient to afford instant relief, permit
rest and sleep, and point to a speedy
cure.
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A RALLY FOR THE SOUTH.
Hewitt’s Utterances Shown to Be
Unfounded.
Representative Patterson Speaks Be
fore the Democratic Club of New
York on Dixie’s Friendly Feelinsr
Toward the Country’s Metropolis.
City Controller Fitch Talks of the
Financial Soundness of the South
ern Leaders.
New York, Feb. 24.—Nearly 150 good
democrats sat down this evening to par
ticipate in the regular monthly dinner at
the Democratic Club’s house, No. 617
Fifth avenue, and incidentally, as it was
thought by some, to listen to the Hon.
Benton McMillin of Tennessee, give
the Hon. Abram S. Hewitt an
oratorical dressing down for his
free and unpleasing criticism of modern
southern statesmen, made at the South
ern Society banquet on Thursday night.
But Mr. McMillin had to send his regrets,
on account of illness, and the New York
democrats, who sympathize with the
southern ones, who have felt specially
aggrieved, listened instead to Representa
tive Joseph Patterson, of Tennessee, as
a substitute.
It was nearly 10 o’clock when the toast
master, Mr. O’Dwyer, once president of
the club, demanded attention, and in a
very brief speech presented Judge Patter
son. who spoke to the toast, “The South,
and the Public Credit.”
DIXIE’S AFFECTION FOR NEW YORK.
Judge Patterson said: ■ “I imagine that
1 have been selected to respond to this
toast because it is imagined in New York
that the south does not care much about
the public credit, and because I am from
that section of the union. Permit me
to say that 1 am one of the citi
zens of the south who has always
entertaining a high regard for the dem
ocrats of this municipality. When the
south was in travail, when the south had
misfortunes, when the south w T as under
radical rule, during those dark days,
when no star but one appeared in the po
litical horizon, that star always
appeared above Manhattan Island.
1 feel an affection for the
democracy of New York, because that
democracy lias always stood by the south
m its struggle for home rule and self
government. I congratulate the demo
crats ot New York as I do the democrats
of the south, that they had been able to
snake hands and wipe from the statute
books, the last vestige of radical
ism in the repeal of the election bill.'’
A PECULIAR CONSTITUENCY.
The speaker said he differed from a
large number of the congressmen from
the south, but they had a peculiar con
stituency in that region. His opponent
"as a double-barrelled man—one barrel a
populist, the other barrel a republican.
Jhe Republican party was Janus-faced
on the money question. They advocated
ound money on Wall street, and anything
eise that would please the electors in the
south He did not believe in paternalism,
out he did in self-reliance. The Ropubli
can party was t ), e par ty which has pros
ttuted the (lowers of the government for
v„°* re thirty years for pri
,1 0 advantage. The administration
. I ‘l l s government under its rule
'as absolute paternalism. It was not
stram,., the speaker said, that the col-
? eop eof 'he south when they heard
iat tavnra were going to the monied men
n the country, should expect forty
acres of land and a mule. [Laughter.]
, !? s * 1 l "°P' e ’o New York who feared
, uu tins goternment would embark upon
, " * ri ( ‘ ' in| i unlimited coinage of silver,
dre''t ** Sa,v that they need have no such
J"*** Patterson closed with a high
Cite to President Cleveland, who. he
- ' . was the exponent of a union with
-1 se(Jll ons and a flag without dishonor.
FITCH PEFENPS THE SOUTH.
Congressman Isador Straus was the
\ , . spei ‘her and was followed by Hon.
c i* ./' city controller. He
“It is a peculiar fact that the
''Cressman from the rural districts, not
, ; * s °uth. but of the north, think
\ !-o " a street is the city of New
''k. I agree with ex-Mayor Hewitt
■ o-n he says that the southern congress
' 0 n ot understand the needs of the
, , lor { , v experience in congress, how
. ' 1 lias been that the congressmen from
‘c cities in the south have always sup-
I' cd our bills, but the congressmen
" a t'** rural districts have opposed all
s that benefited New York simply be
* 11l ,v did not understand thorn.
o<-could always count upon the city
-icxsrnen in the south to support us,
1 ause they understood what we want
want to say for the south and for
me southerners that in the long
. M over the silver bill in the House, in
IU 1 * participated as a member of ron
•■' ss, the help we most relied upon was
‘; ' lose men whom Mr Abram S. Hewitt
■ P’litly foigot, when in his rectnt re
aras ut the Southern Society he erlti
• the southern section of the country,
o' , ' w ’ tl lorgot that manly Charles
fellow with oue arm, who made his
From the Moment of Birth
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) by imperfect cleansing
and impure soap.
great fight on the floor of congress, he for
got the noble representatives from New
Orleans.
WILSON AND THE SHERMAN ACT.
•‘He forget the men scattered all over
the south who faced almost certain de
feat to stand by their principles; he for
got the man who at this session put in
the first bill for the repeal of the Sher
man act—the Hon. William L. Wilson. It
is not right to alk of sectionalism, it is
too bad that so many in the south and
west have not the same views that we
have had. All through the fight
in Washington, we met at
Mr. Carlisle's house, where, sur
rounded by southern influences and noble
men, we carried our fight to a successful
issue. We had the earnest co-operation
of all these representative statesmen. It
is easy, very easy, to make a fight in a
congressional district here in
New York, but is quite another
thing in the south, and means much
for men there wno perhaps may risk their
entire political careers. For what they
have done they deserve eternal recogni
tion.”
Mr. Fitch was followed by Surrogate
Arnold, who also touched upon Mr. Hew
itt’s reflections upon southern modem
statesmanship. He said Mr. Hewitt
would not be happy if his remarks were
not criticised, and he reminded him of a
boy on the Fourth of July whose cannon
went off prematurely.
Following Mr. Arnold, Seldon Macon,
of New Orleans, spoke. He referred to
Mr. Hewitt's speech saying: "If the
days of Webster and Calhoun and Benja
min have passed away, the people of the
south have not neglected their southern
manners. They have before now
marched to the polis through lines
of bayonets and recorded their
votes in the interest of good government,
and they have always upneld the laws of
their country. They always believed in
what was right and just, no matter what
their detractors may say, and nave always
believed in the constitution.”
This concluded the speech making.
DEPORTATION OF THE NEGRO.
The Knights of Labor in Favor of the
Scheme.
Memphis. Tenn., Feb. 24.—The Knights
of Labor of the United States are about
to start upon a campaign, having for its
object the removal of the negroes from
the United States, and their colonization
in the Congo basin, Liberia, or some other
part of Africa.
The first substantial step looking in
that direction was taken in Memphis to
night, when the trades council was
called to meet to make arrange
ments to entertain Grand Master
Workman Sovereign of the Knights
of Labor, who will make a tour of the
south during March, and lecture in the
principal cities upon this subject. The
undertaking is not anew one in the ranks
of the Knights of Labor, for it has pro
gressed so far that the order in every
state of the union has been polled on the
question, and every state has found been
favorable to the movement.
General Master Workman Sovereign is
thoroughly imbued with the spirit of
the undertaking, end for some time to
come will give it his unlimited attention.
His first step in this direction will be
the contemplated lecturing tour to the
south, when his sole theme will be the
deportation and colonization of the ne
gro.
This tour will begin early in March and
last throughout the month One of the
points he will touch is Memphis. He will
take in every important city in the south,
including New Orleans, Atlanta, Nash
ville, Birminghatp. Chattanooga, Mont
gomery and many others.
The Cigarette Habit in Women.
From the New York Press
A young girl who had been to a woman's
luncheon at one of the very best houses in
New York told me the other day with
some indignation that she was the only
one present who did not smoke Turkish
cigarettes with the coffee. She said,
with virtuous pride, that she never
smoysed cigarettes, and thought the cigar
ette habit nnfeminiue. Haply some hoary
headed swain may agree with her, but I
am in doubt myself. We have fallen on
peculiar times, and women claim they
have a right to do anything they choose.
They have, of course, and it is not sur
prising that they want to combine the
flavor of Turkish tobacco with mocha.
The flavors melt and minirle consolingly,
and there® nothing intrinsically un
pleasant at the spectacle of rings of
white sn.oke curllug out from between
coral lips. Getting > loser to the subject,
I may add that I see no more reason why
I should expect a woman to kiss me after
smoking a cigar than that 1 should object
to kiss her lips while the faint, sweet
breath of the cigarette still lingers upon
them. 1 own to holding old-fashioned
views on the subject of what is becoming
and modest in woman's conduct, and
smoking has seemed unbecoming, but 1
own that this is largely be ause I have
seen so few nice women smoke. Besides,
temperance |>eople say it Leads to tippling,
which cannot be condoned Perhaps it's
Joat as well not to smoke, girls It's an
unnecessary habit, at all events.
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 27\ 1894.
SAVED FROM THE SEA.
Thrilling Experience of a Lady Well
Known in Richmond.
Mr. Sewell’s Account of the Wreck of
the Steamship Normanby—Perils on
Land—a Fainful Journey—Land at
Last.
From the Richmond Dispatch.
A copy of the Singapore Free Press has
been received at the Dispatch office,
giving a detailed account of the wreck of
the steamship Normanby, which struck
on a rock in the China sea near Singa
pore. Among the survivors were Mr.
Sewell and wife, who were making a
wedding tour around the world, they
having been married last September. Mrs.
Sewell was Miss Milly Ashe of San
Francisco, Cal., and is well known in
Richmond, where she spent two winters.
Mr. Sewell was interviewed by the Free
Press, and after describing the scene on
board when the ship struck and the
preparations to abandon her.said:
When the captain and mate were ready
to leave X joined my wife in the mate’s
boat of the ship, and m.y fear was that
we should be overturned before we got
her off. I called loudly to the mate to
abandon the ship and come into our boat,
which he did shortly afterwards. Then
the three boats shoved off.
THE LAST BOAT TO LEAVE.
The mute, either because our boat was
short-handed, or because there were some
mtn still left in the ship, went back again,
and thus we were the last boat to leave.
He got several men off, but while we were
waiting we were several titnes dashed
violently against the side of the ship, and
were in imminent danger of capsizing.
In our boat, beside the first officer, my
wife and self, there were the
first and third engineers, two Lascars,
and three Chinamen. The sea
was rough without being' the
roughness of a storm: and the rain
fell at intervals violently.
We were Wet; the only water in the
boat was that winch came from the rain,
but there was so much of this that soon
we had to begin to bail her out. We kept
out to sea waiting for daybreak, which
seemed as if it would never come. There
were no stars, and the sky was heavily
overcast, 5:20 o’clock we looked at
the mate's watch, it was still dark, and
we dared not venture towards the land.
Until an hour afterwards it did not grow
any lighter, and then vve agreed to put
the boat about and try to effect a landing.
The land was then from four to five
miles off, perhaps not so far, and the dan
ger. as it had been all night, was that vve
should get into the trough of the sea and
be overturned, or that we might strike
a rock. There were so many breaking
waves that it was hard to tell whether
they signified rocks or whether they
were simply storm waves breaking in
deep water.
A PERILOUS ATTEMPT.
We turned the boat about and made for
the shore, but when we had come within
about a third or a quarter of a mile or so
of the land we selected our landing place
and started, putting the boat on the top
of the breakers. We found, however,
that it would be impossible to land there.
On one side there was a long line of rocks,
and right ahead of us was a reef; about
and before were breakers everywhere, so
that just in time we managed to put the
boat about and get her out to sea again.
That was about the most trying time in
the whole of my experience—to be nea r
land and yet feel that we had to put out
to sea. Meanwhile we had tried to rig up a
sail, but the iron work about the foot of
the mast gave way, and we were in dan
ger of being capsized. We had therefore,
to break loose the mast and give up the
idea of sailing.
Then we pnlled a safe distance from the
shore, studying some place to effect a
landing. About an hour afterwards we
chanced upon what seemed to be a sanded
beach further up the coast, and we made
for that. As we drew near we saw no
obstacles in the way, and very soon we
were in such a position that we could not
have turned back. We decided upon a
last offort and headed the ship for the
beach, and riding on the top of the break
ers ail our energies devoted entirely to
keeping her with them, so that she should
not be overturned. Having ridden about
six very heavy breakers we then found
ourselves in comparatively smooth water,
only about 20 yards from the shore.
LAND AT LAST.
I sounded with my oar and found we
were in comparatively shoal water, and
that r could touch bottom. We pulled
easily to the beach, drew the boat along
side and stepped ashore. We then had
something to eat lor the first time, and
took off some of our wet clothes. Leav
ing the men in charge of the stores the
officers, with my wife and myself, started
to walk up the beach. Mrs. Sewell and
myself were barefooted, and all of us
suffered more from want of shoes than
anything else. The spot where we had
landed was perfectly wild, and there was
not a brace of human habitation. Wo
walked along the shore for some distance
up’il we found a path which led us over
a h 11, which we followed. This brought
us again to the beach. When we reached
there we saw, about five miles away, at
the extreme end of the bay at which we
had landed, the ijl-fated Normanby, with
her nose high up on the rocks and her
hull sloping off to the stern.
The we walked along the beach for an
other quarter of a mile and found fish
wares. and then, looking inland, we found
a native kampong where there were two
houses. Arrived there we met the second
engineer, who had been in the captain's
boat and who was the first of the ship's
company or crew we had Seen since we
left the ship. He came forward and told
us that in the house was the captain’s
wife, my wife’s Japanese maid and him
self, with some of the crew who had been
in the captain's boat; that soon after
leaving the ship they had gone
towards the shore and been over
turned; that neither the captain
nor his child had been seen again,
and that he Gbeiieved, as'afterwards
turned out to beithe case, the captain had
struck his head against some of the boxes
in the boat and been killed, not drowned.
A PAINFUL JOURNEY.
The same afternoon we were told that
the rajah lived near and would receive
us at his house, and we decided to take
the captain's wife and my own wife there.
After vve had gotie through the woods a
long distance on foot we found that it was
a mistake and painfully retraced our
steps to the houses where first we had been
received. We had no fear of the Malays,
but the appearance of Chinamen about
there in some numbers alarmed us, and
we kept guard, watch and watch, as on
ship, during the night.
Mr. Savvall then narrated how the cap
tain s body was found and buried and
continued:
Alout an hour after we returned from
burying the captain two Dutch officials
with a large number of attendants, carry
ing provisions, clothes and litters for
the women, appeared. These were the
controller of Mo. Mr. Trimming, and the
captain of the indragiri. Captain Van
Ham, and they had with them about JS or
40 porters. From this moment the kind
ness shown us b,v the Dutch officials of
the island is beyond anything that I can
acknowledge. We were clothed and fed
that night, and the next morning at 8:30
the three women on canvas stretchers
aod the third engineer and myself on foot,
with the officials and attendants, started
for Hio across the island, the mate and
the chief engineer remaining on the scene
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of the wreck. We were o the Island
of Bentang and our destination was Rio,
where the resident lived, and whore wo
hoped to get into communication with
Singapore. The officials who had come
to our assistance had heard the news
only the night before, at midnight, and
the resident had not as then received my
letters. The walk across the island was
very, very difficult, there being no bridges
across the streams except where trees
had been cut dpwn, and the porters found
it very hard work carrying the women.
My wife walked nearly half the
distance. It was very hot. too, and we
passed through a Jungle, the only
clearings being gambier and pepper
plantations. After walking about four
and a half hours we came to a Chinese
kampong at the head of a river, and here
we met the resident, Mr. Van Hasselt,
who had come to meet us from liio in a
steam launch.
LURID LEGENDS FOB LADIES.
Did the Dovil Ever Choke a Beautiful
WomanP Never! Never!
From the New York Sun.
A discussion interesting to the ladies is
now running through some of the French
papers. Briefly stated, the question is
whether or not beauty has anything to do
with the kindling of the tender passion.
Handsome women say yos; homely ones,
or. to be more correct, the less beautiful,
say no. In proof of the soundness of their
platform, which rejects the plank of af
fection for loveliness only, the latter have
unearthed the musty old legend of tho
loves of Leila and Megnoun.
When the King of Persia heard of the
smitten young man, he sent for him and
asked him how it was that he had become
so desperately spoony.
“In order to understand that,” replied
Megnoun, “you would have to see my lady
love.”
“Well.” said the king, “let's see the
wonder.”
Leila was brought before him. She was
red-headed, scraggy, squint-eyed, stump
nosed and freckled faced.
“A thousand blizzards!” roared his
majesty. ‘‘‘ls this the object of your ex
traordinary ardpr’ Splinter my sceptre!
The meanest slave in ray kitchen is better
leoking than she!”
“Then Judge hew I must love her,” said
Megnoun, “since she is as beautiful in my
eyes as she is homely in yours!"
But, not to be outdone, the opposition
put Queen Olympias, the wife of Philip of
Macedon, on the stand. She had reason
to believe that her husband was sweet on
a lady in Thessaly. She resolved to sac
rifice the woman to her vengeance. She
was convinced that the Thessalian beauty
was a sorceress, and that she had cast a
spell ovor her royal spouse. But when
she saw her intended victim and gazed at
the marvelous beauty of herfeatures ar.d
form, aud the air of dignity and grace
which accompanied all her movements,
the queen exclaimed: “I forgive you! I
know your spell! To love you is only
to see you!”
So far so good. But here comes the
lurid lepoud of the famous Ninon de Len
clos. Ninon flourished during the reigns
of i-ouis XIV and Louis XV, and many
enthusiastic descriptions have been given
of her incomparable charms
Well, one tine day Mile de Lenclos was
quietly seated in her parlor when the ser
vant came to announce to her that a gen
tleman wished to see her, but that ho
would not give his name. She told tho
servant to say to the stranger that she
was engaged with company and could not
see him.
"1 know very well.'' said the stranger
to the servant, “that mademoiselle is
alone. Go back and tell her that I have a
matter of the very highest importance to
communicate to her
This strange reply tickled tho curiosity
of Mile, do Lenclos She gave orders to
admit him. He appeared before her.
He was a little old man. clad in black,
with a sinister look. lie wore a black
skull cap, and carried a little black cane.
His eyes were full of tiro, but, after all,
his features were intellectual.
“Mademoiselle,” said he, “be good
enough to send away your waiting maid.
Nobody but you alone must hear what I
have to reveal.”
Ninon was terrified at flrstj but at last,
remembering that she was in the pres
ence of a little decredit old man, she took
courage and sent away the waiting matd.
"Don’t let m.v visit frighten you,” said
the stranger. “It is true that 1 do not
honor everybody in this way, but you
have nothing to fear. You have before
you a man who is obeyed, more or less, by
all tho world, and who can bestow at will
all the gifts of nature. I was present at
your birth. I fashion tho fate of all
human beings, and I have come hero to
learn from your own lips how I shall dis
pose of yours, I bring you tho highest
titles, enormous riches, and an eternal
beauty. Which will you have? Take
your choice, and rest assured that no mor
tal on earth has the power to givo you so
much.”
“Really, sir,” said the woman, laugh
ing, “you are very kind, and tho magni
ficence of your gifts is so groat that ”
“Mademotsello,” said he, Interrupting
qer. “.you have too much good sense to
make fun of a man whom you do not
know. Choose quickly. Which will you
have—titles, riches, or eternal beauty?”
“My dear sir,” said she. “there is no
room for any hesitation over the good
things that you offer me. I’ll take eter
nal beauty; but what must Xdo to obtain
this precious gift?”
“Mademoiselle,” said the stranger,
“you must write your name upon m.v
tablets,” and he presented to her an old
blackened tablet, upon which she signed
her name. Then he gave hor a light tap
of his black cane upon the left shoulder.
"That will do now,” he said. “You will
be beautiful all through your life, and you
will live for a long time. You will create
passions at a period in life when other
women are in the horrors of decrepitude.
You will never grow old. I give you the
power to charm everybody. During 6,000
years I have traveled through the uni
verse from one end to the other, and upon
the earth I have only found four women
who were worthy of this great privilege.
They were Semiramis, Helen. Cleopatra
and Diana de Poitiors. You are the fifth
and the last to receive this gift. Ask me
no question. You will see me again, once
more only, and that will be when you
shall have only three days more to live.
Remember my name it Noetambule!”
He disappeared, leaving Mile, de Len
clos frightened almost out of her wits.
The career of the wondrous beauty is
too long to follow. It is enough to say
that three days before her death Noctarn
bule appoare before her, showed her her
signatur a din a dreadful voice told her
that sr> aii captured ; that she lived all
her lif< .m ier the power of Lucifer, and
tnal h . end was at hand. On the third
day he rime and choked her to death!
It is consoling to think that there is
some doubt about the exact truth of this
story. Indeed it is said that it goes back
far beyond the birth of poor Ninon do
Lenclos, and that it began with Louise de
Budos. the second wife of Henry L, who
died in 1599. She was wonderfully beau
tiful, but immediately after her death she
became black and frightful looking. She
was the lady that was strangled by the
Prince of Darkness.
Lady Constance Lytton, daughter of the
late Earl Lytton. Is one of the ablest women
journalists In (treat Britain to-day. She In
herits her love for literary work and qualifi
cations tor her labors from her late father.
F.mperor William's famous bottle of wine
which he sent as a peace offering to Bismarck,
was of the "Stelnberger Cabinet, of 1842”
vintage it was a bottle of the finest wine In
tbe mperjal cellars, of which there are only
a few left.
Mrs Nancy Ciltman. although SO years old,
recent y secured HWsignature-, to a petition
to the legislature of Now liami shire asking
that the right to vote be granted women.
MR. OTIS TELLS OF HIS DEATH.
Doctors Call It Suspended Animation,
But He Knows Better,
From the Indianapolis Sentinel.
It remained for an Indiana man to first
tell the world how It really fools to die.
Levin P. Otis, of Hammond, Ind., was
stricken with pneumonia a few days ago
In Chicago, and was taken to a hospital.
After a prolonged illness he was pro
nounced dead and In due time buried. Ho
had been permitted to rest but ono day
and part of a night, when several medical
students dug him up. They shipped him
bock to Chicago and placed him in the
dissecting room in tho college of which
they were students, and after getting out
their knives and rolling up their sleeves,
were about to proceed to cut him up after
the most scientific mode, when be opened
his eyes and asked them for a drink of
water. Tho students, in spite of their cal
loused nerves, were horror-struck, and
fled from the room, leaving Mr. Otis in
full possession. He in a moment sank
again into insensibility, and, would, no
doubt, have died In earnest in a short
time had the frightened students not re
covered themselves and returned to apply
restoratives.
In speaking of his horrible experiences
and sensations while sinking into tho
grave and trom thence to the dissecting
table, whero he so narrowly and miracu
lously escaped the keen and eager knives
of tho students, Mr. Otis said:
“I was sick and in great pain. Once I
thought that I might die, and then, fear
ing to invite death, 1 dismissed the Idea.
But my suffering increased, and I knew
that I was becoming weaker and weaker
day by day. Oh, the dreariness of the
long nights! I lay sketching plans for fu
ture work, and I looked hack upon the
skeletons of good resolutions. But my
life, my misdeeds, did not pass before mo
in review. I simply pronounced myself a
failure in the aggregate, and regretted it.
and lam now constrained to think that,
no matter how much aunan may have ac
complished, he must.as death draws nigh,
regard himself as a failure.
One night all pain suddenly ceased.
This was hopeful, aud I thought I'd tell
my attendant about it, but when I at
tempted to speak 1 found that I could not.
This, however, did not worry me any.
But why should so heavy a weight be
placed upon my breast! I looked down
to see what It was, but could see nothing.
Oh, how tired I was; but I suffered no
pain. It was tho rest that must come
after so long and exhaustive a fight. I
attempted to raise my hand and couldn’t.
I couldn’t raise even a finger. This was
strange, but not alarming. What was
that I heard? The doctor had said that I
could last but a few moments longer.
That was nonsense. I would show him.
How quiet were my nerves, and I bad
been so nervous! What a relief! Tho
heaviness was gone, but I could not
move.
‘‘Why had they put out the light?
What was that! Someone said: ‘Pull
down the shade; the sun is shining in my
face.’ Sun shining in myfaoe! Why,
the sun had gone down hours ago Oh,
how the human family persisted in lying!
What was that drop? They had taken
the pillow from under my head. What
was that faint sound awayoff yonder? A
voice that said : ‘How he must suffer!’
Suffer! 1 wasn’t suffering at all. But I
couldn’t remain much longer in this con
dition. And I mused that if I could only
turn over I would go to sleep. I couldn’t
move, though, and I lay there thinking.
"Suddenly I thought: ‘This is death.
Why didn't I think of it before? When
did 1 begin dying? Oh, it must have been
years ago! Why, I have been dying all
my life.’ Well. I was glad it was all over.
Then I mused: ‘I wonder if [am dead
now How am I to kuow when I ara
dead? 1 will put it all aside. I will
sleep.’
••The next thing I knew was a feeling
of thirst, and that was when I asked
those carvers for a drink of water. Aud
I want to say that they may call it sus
pended animation and all that sort of
thing, but I know that I have boon dead.”
WANTS A COMFORTABLE COFFIN.
Father of Congressman Brookshire la
Having One Made to Order.
From tho St. Louis Republic.
Crawfordsville, Ind., Feb. 21.—There ia
a man living nine miles south of this city
who, though in the best of health, has
given his orders for his coffin. His name
is Drake Brookshire. Ho is the father of
Hon. E. V. Brookshiro, the democratic
congressman from this, the Eighth, dis
trict. Mr. Brookshire weighs2Bo pounds,
has always lived upon a farm, enjoyed
tho best of health, having never been sick
a day in his llife, and is now 67 years of
age The other day he came to town and
went to an undertaking establish
ment, and informed the proprietor
that he wanted to purchase a coffin. Tha
proprietor, after asking who was dead,
wa3 greatly astonished on being told that
it was for the live man standing before
him. Mr. Brookshire, however, quieted
him by saying that he did not intend to
die until he had to, but that he wanted to
die with the knowledge that there was a
coffin already made for him, in which ha
would have plenty of room. The under
taker did not seem to know Just what to
do, and Mr. Brookshire, seeing his em
barrassment, laid down upon the floor
and ordered his measurement taken. The
coffin will be made of two-inch oak, firmly
bolted together, and will be 6 feet 6
inches long, !1 feet wide and 2W feet deep.
After the coffin is made Mr. Brookshire
will try it and see if it fits him. He also
says that he desires to be taken to the
graveyard in his farm wagon, drawn by
his team of favorite mules.
A Poor Widow’s Revenge.
From the Baltimore American.
Detroit, Mich., Feb. 22.—Clad in a
calico garment, with a faded shawl
wrapped about her head, Mrs. Eliza
Hnook, .a poor widow, took her stand
yesterday directly in front of the city
hall with a large bell, which she rang
constantly.At tho same time she displayod
a large sign to the effect that a local jus
tice had by brutal legal process taken her
sewing machine— her only support—from
her and returned it to the company from
which she purchased it and on which but
$1.25 remained due. All day long she rang
the bell and in loud tones demanded that
tho amout she bad paid for the machine—
sß9.s0 —be returned to hor. At dusk she
went home, but promised she would re
turn this morning and continue the ding
dong until she recovered the machine or
her money.
Band Storm In California.
From the Philadelphia Press.
Los Angeles, Cal., Feb. 22.—A big sand
torm raged in the valleys eastward to
day and the effect was plainly seen from
this city. On the Southern California
railway, near San Bernardino, part of a
train, No. 41, a local, was blown from the
track. The engine plunged into a sand
bank and turned over on its side, as was
also the baggage car. The rest of the
cars kept the track. Engineer Barnes,
of San Bernardino, was badly cut about
the head.
A terrible gale suddenly piled up a
huge drift of sand on the track, and tha
air being filled with sand and dust as
impenetrable to the eye as the heaviest
fog.
“No man could make my husband quail.”
“Why not?”
"Because he isn't that kind of a bird.”—
Sunday Mercury.
Winks—l notice that your barber always
talks to you In French 1 did not know that
you understood that language.
Jinks— Well. I don’t: but you needn’t tell
him so.—New York Weekly.
He-I don’t believe In long engagements, do
you?
She-No: I prefer short ones, sad mere ot
them.—Brooklyn Life,
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