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i .mv Invention of .lau Sxoxo
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*, |*olnn*— Kipfht Times Il£ Failed,
■S.-J, rl> Hnlnlnsr Ills Financial
macro; the Ninth Time He Sne
( , ,|,.il and the First 10,000 Flor
i ls v, hicli lie Hecclved W as Sent
|>4l \,aims the Peasants of His
v ii\i- Town. Who Had Knonn Jan
an Idle Fellow—Smcaepanlk Also
. inventor of the Telectro
the Distance Seer, by Means
,1 \\ Ineli Vienna May Enjoy the
\ l lructions of the Paris Stage.
V ( Austria. Nov. 20.—A poor Polish
tnaslor has built a camera that runs
JAN SZCZEPANIK, WITH SOME OP THE WORK OF HIS CAMERA.
THE LARGEST CAMERA IN THE WORLD AND ITS INVENTOR.
on a railroad track, the largest plioto
waphlc camera in the world, and in ac
complishing this feat he has completely
r- 'o!u lionized the weaving of the rare
fabrics for which Poland is so famous,
fbr inventor's name is Jan Szczepanik,
is pronounced Shtepenik.
has already made him
-6t 1 famous by the invention of
I 'li: innre-secr, or telectroscoiie. bj
t‘. m< (,( which a man sitting comfortably j
a' heme in Vienna can see a trick rider
P foi in on a Faria stage. The telectroscope
R 1 i t exhibited at the Paris exposition
II P'"o for the first time, and with the
1> loiographic-weaver it Is likely to moke
"Panik’s name stand with Edison's,
1 id’s and Roentgen's.
*■ 1:1 long ix-fore Szczepanik had been suo-
J 1 with the (irst distant seer, he had
f bed ihe problem of building the Im
' photographic camera of which I
• ,u '' been speaking.
IhiHur,! at ll.ioliM, But a Genius t
Designing.
h ■ zepanik is only 2G years old.
-v.i... brought up in Krosno, an orphan,
I 1 ■ r the rare o{ a kindly aunt. Nearly all
"pie of the neighborhood made their
then us they do now by working all
1 ng hours of daylight at rattling old
1 blooms, weaving marvelous tapestries
" ■ ti pets. Jan was a poor student at
but a scholar in weaver’s designs;
earliest boyhood lie loved to make
of wonderful new figures, and he
■arly to think of building a machine
eg ihi work of the 'weaver more
than the old looms could do it.
people of Kroano c.illccl Jar. an idle
and worthless lad, but his aunt, who look
ed upon him with all the fondness of a
mother, believed him to be a genius, and
she furnished him with money to buy
looks and pictures, and he spent it with
out compunction until it was all gone.
Then he went begging in Vienna, but for
a long time no one would help him, and
be was compelled to teach a small village
.school. At length he succeeded in per
suading Herr Kleinberg, a wealthy mer
chant of Vienna, to invest in a small fac-.
tory, buy material, employ workmen and
assist in securing patents on his inven
tions. Then this raw boy, barely 20 years
old, built eight different machines for
photographic weaving, and each of them
failed as soon as it was finished, until
Herr Kieinberg’s money had all been dis
sipated, and his friends told him that he
was mad In thus backing a hair-brained
inventor. Indeed, the director of the
weaving school at Aachen laughed at the
idea of a photographic-weaver when it
was first presented to him.
Vet young Jan never for a moment wa-
vered nor lost confidence, and finally he
persuaded a second capitalist to invest
money, and the ninth machine which he
built was a notable success. It would
do the work of a hundred weavers, and do -
it with more certainty and accuracy.
His First MMHtO Florins.
When Jan Szczepanik received the first
money that his inventions ever earned,
10,000 florins, all in gold, the first thing
he did was to send every penny of it to
his aunt in the old town of Krosno, and
that good woman, although she was poor
herself, promptly djstribuied the money
in small loans among th? poor of Szcze
panik’s own native village, asking no se
curity. quilt; content to help those who
: needed money more than she. The people
WHO had known Jan as a boy formed quite
j a different opinion of him as a man.
i The great camera, which is making
! Szczepanik famous, is now located on the
I top floor of the enormous factory in \ i*-
j enna which Herr Kleinberg and Herr
H .brick have built for the young invmt
| or. Rut it will soon be taken to the Vi-
I cnr.a exhibition. Where It will show how
the portrait of the good Emperor can ho
I woven with remarkable fidelity the
i threads of rare tapestries.
Camera Weighing Two Tons.
Steczt panik’s Invention, which the young
inventor himself explained to me, is sim
ply n matter of photography, the making
of designs to be used in connection with
the J a oquart weaving machine. He can
produce any picture or a- s gn, such as the
portrait of a famous man. a beautiful
mviif in some little Austrian village, a
spirited battle pi*co, a naval struggle or
Ia German duel, by taking a picture upon
j sensitized paper. The giant camera w.th
wit it which he does • he work weighs about
t two tons, and when stretched out to its
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, DECEMBER 4, IS9B.
full-length covers nearly twenty feet, the
focussing box running on a regular rail
road track 6et up on trestle-work a few
feet above the floor. The lens is live
inches in diameter and the plates are four
feet square. Each one of them weighs
sixty-five pounds, and is handled, to pre
vent breakage, by two and sometimes
three men.
These plates are the most wonderful in
some respects of their kind. They are di
vided into over 800,000 little squares or
oblongs, ihe shape varying with the pat
tern to be woven, and corresponding to
the threads, shadings and bindings of va
rious satins, twills, woolen goods and oth
er textile fabrics, so that the photographed
design falls with mathematical accuracy
upon just the right threads. These ]>ecu
Har plates, or rasters, as they are called,
from the chief part of Szczepanik's re
markable invention and t-ffect an enormous
saving of time in the making" of designs
for carpets, gobelins, damasks, plushes,
tablecloths, napkins, tablesiweads and al
most every other kind of woven goods.
Eight !t3<mt)is ly Hand, un Hour liy
Machine.
For instance, the design for an elaborate
piece of tapestry that might have occu
pied the time of a weaver for six or eight
months by the old band-loom method may
now be finished in an hour or less, thanks
to Szezepanik's genius. An expert has esti
mated that this invention will save about
r 5,000,000 francs annually In the indus
try of design and weaving and will do the
work far more perfectly than any hand
weaver has been able to do it.
This invention, with Szezepanik’s telec
troscope. the patent railroad, which prom
ises to revolutionize the building of rail
road beds and rail-laying; and the electric
card-cutting invention to be used in weav
ing—will all be exhibited at the Paris ex
position, and they will certainly lay the
foundation for fame as an inventor which
will rival that of any living genius.
John Stile*.
NEW STORIeYoF DEWEY.
From the Chicago Times-Henald.
New stories about Rear Admiral Dewey
come across the Pacific with every steam
er and sailing vessel hailing from the
Philippines. Each addition to the supply
of anecdotes on hand reveals the hero of
Manila In a still more attractive light, and
establishes him more firmly In the hearts
of his countrymen. He Is already known
as an exceptionally modest man, with an
unlimited stock of cool courage, a high
strung temper, a keen sense of humor, and
a regard for his personal attire which,
possessed by almost any other man, would
make him known as a dude. All of these
traits may be detected in the following sto
ries fresh from Manila:
Several weeks after the memorable bat
tle between the two fleets a correspondent
for a Chicago newspaper, for whom Ad
miral Dewey had shown a warm liking,
visited the flagship.
“Admiral, I wish you would tell me what
you said during the fighting on the morn
ing you entered the bay,” said the corre
spondent. “Nearly all great naval battles
have brought out some utterance from the
victorious commander which has become
historical, and I would like to know what
you said that can be preserved In ”
“Why, John, I can’t for the life of me
remember what I said during the fight,”
the admiral said, knitting his brows
thoughtfully. “I was so busy, you know,
that I paid no attention to anything ex
cejrt the fleet.”
"Try and think what you said,” urged
the correspondent. “I believe there is a
good story in the light that has never been
told.”
Admiral Dewey thought long and earn
estly. not that he had any desire to glorify
himself, but simply beeause he wanted to
oblige the correspondent. Finally the
correspondent suggested that the admiral’s
staff officers might, recall something of
value as a historical utterance. The idea
was at once acted upon by the adtniral,
and he told his orderly to call the officers.
They presented themselves, two young flag
lieutenants, who have the most profound
admiration for their commander that can
be imagined.
“>lr. Scott, can you think of anything I
said during the fight?” said Admiral Dew
ey, addressing the junior officer. “John
wants a story, and I’d like to help him
out. I don’t remember saying anything
worth repeating, do you?”
“I hope you will excuse me from repeat
ing it, sir,” said the young officer, a faint
twinkle showing in his eyes.
••Go on, Mr. Scott,” responded Admiral
Dewey. “If you can give John a story 1
will thank you for it.”
"Well, sir. <lo you remember when we
were turning the second time on ihe figure
eight that you noticed the Baltimore was
going further away than had been order
ed?"
“Yes. I remember that very well," re
-1 plied Admiral Dewey.
“Well, sir, do you remember what you
said as soon as you noted the position of
the Baltimore?”
"No. I have forgotten everything about
that except ordering a signal of some kind
| to lie displayed lor the Baltimore. What
i did I say?”
■ "Vou said; ’What’s the matter with the
blankety blanked man? Is the blanked
blank a blank coward? Tell the blankety
b anked Baltimore to close up. Blank him.
tei! him to close up!’-”
Admiral Dewey looked across the bay
toward the city of Manila a moment and
flecked the ashes from his cigar. The
young officer’s knee* were beginning to
IKtnble, and the correspondent was In-gin
ning to wish he had not been so persist
ent in Itis search for a historical utter
ance. when tluir suspense was broken by
the- admiral turning with a quiet smiie
and saying:
"Let’s look at the signal book for that
morning. That will tell what I said."
The signal book was quickly produced,
and this was all that could be found re
ferring to the Baltimore:
“Please close up!”
Soon after Maj. Gen. Merritt reached
Manila he liegan to experience trouble
with the insurgents. Agtnnahio was not
disposed lo t>ay much heed to the gen
eral’s orders, and the general complicated
matters more or less by endeavoring to
avoid any clashing of the American With
tile insurgent forces. The situation was
becoming somewhat strained when Gen.
Merritt sought a conference with Admiral
Dewey on the Olympia. The general and
ttie -admi-al discussed the situation at
great length, the former giving special
attention to the question of jurisdiction its
the Philippines. At last Gen. Merritt put
this question to the admiral:
"Admiral, how far, in your opinion, does
your Jurisdiction extend on the island?"
Admiral Dewey took two short turns on
the quarter-deck before answering. Then
he asid:
“General, my jurisdiction extends from
as close to shore as I can move these flat
irons,’’ pointing to the American fleet, "to
as far into the island as I can throw a
shell.”
If there ls any one thing which pleases
Admiral Dewey It Is neatness In dress. He
has never been Known to set a bad example
in this respect, and is regarded by his sub
ordinates as a fashion plate for the Amer
ican navy. One of the standing orders fol
lowing the establishment of routine duty
in the fleet when there were no more Span
ish ships to fight was one requiring all
officers "to wear their white uniforms.
One day a certain paymaster named Mar
tin, who Is afflicted with an abnormally
bushy growth of red whiskers and a
figure of pi-onounced rotundity, visited the
Olympia on business connected with his
department. As the paymaster mounted
the gangway he was seen by Admiral
Dewey, and a frown gathered on the brow
of the autocrat of the fleet. Paymaster
Martin was a sight to provoke a laugh
from a ship’s figurehead. He was arrayed
In a dun-colored suit of duck, a loosely
woven undervest resembling a sweater
showed beneath his jacket, and on his
head was one of those enormous cork hel
mets with a circumference equal to that
of an umbrella.
“Orderly, tell Paymaster Martin I wish
to see him at once,” said Admiral Dewey,
and the orderly sought the paymaster with
a grin on his face. A few moments later
and the paymaster, very much pleased
with being accorded the honor of visiting
the quarter deck, stood before the admiral
and executed one of his very best salutes.
"Paymaster Martin,” said the admiral
In his chilliest tones, “1 think you are
drunk.”
“I beg your pardon, admiral—l assure
you I am not drunk—l—l am perfectly
sober,” stammered the paymaster, stag
gering under the blow his complaisance
had received.
“I still think you have been drinking,”
continued the little man in spotless white,
"for I can’t believe you would come aboard
this ship sober wearing such an outlandish
uniform. Go back to your ship, sir, and
don’t let me ever see another violation of
orders like this.”
Among the volunteer officers of the
army is a captain in a California regiment
whose moustache rivals the whiskers of
Paymaster Martin in its bushiness. It
spreads over his features from his eyes
to his lower jaws, and reaches back to
his cars. While ashore one day the ad
miral saw this captain at short range,
and his keen gray eyes shone with un
usual brilliancy as he turned to a brother
officer and quietly remarked:
"It Isn’t fair to fight the Spaniards with
that officer.”
“Why do you say that, admiral?"
"He’s in ambush all the time,” was the
reply, and the admiral”s joke had cir
culated throughout the whole fleet before
night. _
—The “first and only American newspa
per published in the capital of Cuba” ls
the Havana Advertiser and Weekly Ga
zette, just established. The little paper
contains a good deal of Cuban news In an
attractive form, and it has several col
umns of advertising. One significant par
agraph of news Is: “All pictures of Span
ish royal personages found in Cuba are
being collected by order of Capt. Gen.
Blanco for shipment to Spain."
Enlargement of the soft bones of the
nose, thickening and ulceration of the lin
ing membrane, with its constant discharge
of unhealthy mucus and pus; breath
tainted, hawking, expectorating, nose
bleeding, headaches, partial loss of hear
ing, ami noises in the head
Caused by Poisoned Condition of the Blood.
Cured by Botanic Blood Balm (B.B.B.)
The Great Rlond Remedy.
Catarrh Is due to an impure condition of the
blood, and is one of the numerous offspring of Blood
Poison, it may have como from a long way back In
the family history, hut the general opinion among
medical men Is that Catarrh is the offshoot of Poi
soned Blood, producing had breath and the above
named symptoms. The fact is admitted by all that
it is only curable by constitutional treatment. Bo
tanic Blond Balm (B. B. B.) has scored some bril
liant victories in the cure of this loathsome malady,
and why ? Because B. B. K., when taken asdlrected,
mixes with the poisons In the blood, which produce
Catarrh, so as to cause the poison to Ire expelled from
tile blood through the sweat glands and excretory
organs. It. It. Sauher, Athens, Georgia, wrote us
not long ago that he was surprised to observe how
agreeable his breath had become sine* using only
three bottles of B. B. B. He was also able to hear
better. Mrs. Lula Banks of Alabama wrote us that
a friend of hers since using six homes of B. B. B.
that the mucous discharges which she had through the
mouth and nose had stopped, and that she was able
to breathe freely, and talk without offending any one
with her bad breath.
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pracllce for blood diseases, such as Old Sores, s.-rof-
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treatment. Si. Book of cures sent free of charge.
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THE LITERARY OUTLOOK.
THE AVTHOHN* (LI B AND ITS EX
CEPTIONAL PROSPERITY.
Tlie W l iters of I ii-lgnod Novels— V
Sprrt‘l I.Horary lii<lustr> —Eriiont
Sr lon Thompson nml Ills Artistic
Studio—Kipling nml Conan Doyle
nt S|iorl— Aullioi'm nml Athletic*.
Various Items.
New York, Doc. 5 —The Author's Club
has lately entered upon its sixteenth year.
There has been no particular note taken
of the fact, so far as I have seen; but
there well might have been, for uniter
the conditions that prevail here, it is no
ordinary achievement to have maintained
such an organization for so long. At an
earlier day, say Just before ttie war, there
seems to have been a kind of instinctive
drifting together on the part of writers
in and about New York. Hut since then
the disposition has seemed to run just the
other way; so much so that doubt has
often been expressed whether Now York,
in spite of the magnitude of Its publishing
interests and the large number of people
here who are devoting themselves, In ono
way and another, to the literary center,
was in any true sense a literary center.
Y'et the Authors' Club has lived; and what
in more, it has prospered. From the day
of its organization, Oct. 21, 18S2, it has
had money in its treasury; and it now
has a surplus of about $9,000, In addition
to a handsome benevolent fund.
Meanwhile the club has been able to
provide Itself with a commodious suite of
rooms, furnished rather richly and to per
fection for the special purposes had In
view, and here it dispenses a hospitality
marked by anything but the scantiness
of the proverbial author’s fare. It has
collected a considerable library, partly by
donations from members, but largely by
purchases with money from the treasury.
As It can, it is getting together especially
books in literary biography. It already
has about 400 volumes of this kind, some
of them extremely rare, and the design
is finally to get a collection worth hav
ing in this department, of whatever tongue
or time. Then, In order to have the club
fully equipped for the service of members
who desire to do work there, an excellent
collection of books of reference has been
provided.
From the first, It has been the study of
the Author’s Club to avoid an excess of
government. It has no president, and, if
by any Inadvertence, you asked who the
president was, you would give offense. Its
affairs are managed by a board of nine
trustees, and these at present are Ros
slter Johnson, secretary; George Cary Eg
gleston, George Haven Putnam. J. D.
Champlln, Henry Marquand, treasurer; F.
R. Stookton, chairman; Albert Mathews,
James H. Morse and Duffleld Osborne.
Three of the nine retire each January,
when the annual election is held. Mr.
Eggleston and Mr. Putnam, however, have
been elected lately; Mr. Eggleston to fill
a vacancy caused by the resignation of
Oscar S. Straus, who Is absent from the
country as United States minister to Tur
key, and Mr. Putnam to fill a vacancy
caused by the death of Col. George B.
Waring.
It has sometimes happened that authors’
organizations were distinguished by the
absence of authors. That Is not the case
with the Authors’ Club. It Is genuine,
and in looking over its list of members,
you don't often need to ask who the peo
ple are. Among the founders were George
William Curtis, Edmund Clarence Sted
man, Richard Grant White, Edward Eg
gleston, Henry M. Alden, Richard Wat
son Gilder, Parke Godwin, E. L. Godkin,
Noah Brooks, Laurence Hutton and Bran
der Matthews, and the present member
ship, which comprises about 160 persons,
IS of the same quality. Not all of the
members,, however, live In, or even near.
New' York. For instance, Henry James
lives in laandon; James Whitcomb Riley
in Indianapolis, and Hamlin Garland any
where from Alaska to Boston.
Hut while It coniines its membership
rather rigorously to authors, requiring that
one shall have published at least one book
in order to eligible, the Authors' Club does
riot fence itself off from the rest of the
world. It opens Its doors to visitors with
rather more liberality than most clubs
do. It Is not a dining or lodging club;
and it is mainly resorted to on the even
ings of the fortnightly meetings, when a
generous spread is served and particular
efforts are made to render the rooms at
tractive. At some of these meetings vis
itors are especially Invited; from none of
them, I think, are they excluded, if prop
erly Introduced by members. In the win
ter, ' the club’ gives a series of afternoon
teas, and then ladles are admitted.
Mr, Ernest Set on Thompson, whose new
book, “Some Animals I Have Known,’’ is
Just now giving a special familiarity to
his name, Is principally an artist, and a
visit to his apartment, in the lower part
of Fifth avenue, is a delight to the lover
of old and delicate draperies and choice
curios. It Is not a particularly spacious
place—few New York apartments are; but
the Interesting things that Mr. and Mrs.
Thompson have succceeded In suspending
and drooping and trailing and piling away
in It ard beyond number. I perhaps ought
to say that I write from a visit of last
spring, for we are a much-moving people
here, the artists especially, and the n(trt
ment I am outlining may now have ceased
to exist and the house that held It have
gone to the dump. Of one fact, however,
I am still sure, down to this very Instant;
and that is that Mr. Thompson is a most
Interesting man, and that there is ample
justification in nature, for the fact that
his new hook Is found good. Let the read
er beware of concluding that the sophis
ticated apartment I have referred to dis
credits the claim made by Mr. Thompson
in his took that he has personnaly known
the animals he writes about. City apart
ments hold him only for a small, Inclement
fraction of the year. He is an outdoor
man, and he lives for months at a time
out among the Indians, bey And the edge
of civilization. Ho has studied the Indian
and his mode of life In the same Intimate,
loving way that Edward Keim-ya and
llarnlin Garland have; and It is not a lit
tle In this special department that he
works ns an artist, fine of the Interest
ing features of his collection of curios
Is a lot of pictures painted by Indians.
He exhibits these with great enthusiasm,
and tells you many an Interesting story
of the way In which he came by them,
and of the circumstances under which
they were done, lie has the good fortune
to have In Mrs. Thompson a complete
sharer in his tastes and enthusiasms and
even of the hardships of his far journeys
and his life in frontier huts and tents.
She also Is a writer.
A literary Industry that Is pursued with
great energy by a numlier of people and
that yields, where It is skilfully followed
a very fair livelihood. Is the- writing of
unsigned stories and novels. The produc
tions of this Industry are sold to various
newspapers and weekly and minor monthly
Journals, and appear either without a name
of under a nam" kept diligently untndlea
ttve of the real author. The writers who
devise them have in view but the one ob
ject of making themselves a living, and
prefer, as a rule, not to be known in con
nection with them. In some instances,they
do also wotk of a higher grade, Which they
Cold Weather
Brings Catarrh.
The Severity of this Dis*
ease Increases Bach
Winter.
Though the disagreeable efTectsof Ca
tarrh are felt all the year round, cold
and unpleasant weather aggravates
the disease and it is during the winter
season that its severest form is felt.
Each succeeding year seems to in
tensify the disease, so that it gradually
fastens its hold upon the sufferer with
a grasp that becomes firmer each sea
son .
Catarrh often appears as only a cold
at first, and is hardly noticed. But
gradually the cold returns, and it is
more difficult to cure, and stays longer
than formerly. These symptoms can
not be mistaken; they mark the first
appearance of a disease that will de
velop in severity and stubbornness,and
which it is impossible to cure with the
local treatment of sprays, washes, and
similar applications. Being a disease
of the blood, only a blood remedy can
have the slightest effect upon it. S.S.S.
(Swift’s Specific) is the only cure for
Catarrh, beenuse it is the only blood
remedy which goes to the seat of all ob
stinate cases, and forces out thediseaße.
Mr. T. A. Williams, a leading mer
chant of Spartanburg, S. C., writes;
“For four years I had nasal catarrh,
and though the case was a mild one at
first, it was not long until I noticed that
it was gradually growing worse. Of
course I was under treatment of first
class physicians, but their remedies
were applied locally, and the Catarrh
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aTatime. Before that 1 could not eat
anything. Now I eat at avery meal.
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sign; but In such cases they are all the
more scrupulous with the secret of their
anonymous work. Generally, It Is only the
rather undistinguished way In which they
are brought out and their complete lack
of literary quality that makes these un
signed tales a thing to be shy of acknowl
edging. Once In a while they are bad in
tone and matter; but that is not the rule.
Usually they are aggressively morul, and
often they show in plot an originality and
ingenuity that arty novelist would be glad
to have the gift of. With those who have
the knack of It, the production of them is
extremely rapid. It is only this that makes
them fairly profitable; for the prices paid
for them are extremely low. I know sev
eral writers of them who, when asked,
have to stop and think before they cun say
how many they have writ-ten, even In the
course of only a few years.
I see that Conan Doyle, in a recently
published note, describe* himself as only
"an Intermittent golfer." From a member
of the National Starting Club and a man
of Dr. Doyle's exceptionally athletic build,
we should expect more than this; but au
thors in general. 1 fancy, never come into
much beyond the “intermittent” relation
with golf, or, indeed, with any similarly
active sport. Mr. Kipling has written much
about hunting, and he Is known to be fond
of wandering through the fields with a
gun In his hand. But common report
credits him with being, after all, very tilth'
of a sx )or,pmarl - De tlk. s to ride a wheel,
however—all the authors seem to take cor
dially to the wheel, by the way—and he
prefers one, I am glad to add. of Ameri
can manufacture, and bits the courage to
adhere to such a one even In England. Mr.
Barrie is credited, in a scml-otllcial way,
with a devotion to cricket and “all out
door games;” but I have always a little
doubted it—he certainly does not look it.
Mr. Andrew Lang, 1 suppose, we must
allow to lie genuinely and ardently ath
letic; herein the mail’s own confessions
seem to hear out common repute. Among
our own authors, there is even less pre
tense of sportive ness than among the* Eng
lish. 1 don't belli ve Mr. Howells and Mark
Twain ever attempt anything In the way
of exercise beyond a little walking; and
even its- youths of th*- profession don't
exercise—except, It may be, In running
around to sell their work.
The death of Col. George E. Waring is
the sixth that has befallen in the mem
bership of tile Authors' (Tub during the
current year; and this Is the largest num
ber that the club has suffered since Its
foundation. Four meinbefs died in 1888*und
four In 1S&U; and these were the largest
annual losses until now. The first who
died this je ar wus Martin Warren Cooke,
seemed to be getting a firmer hold on
me all the while.
“After spending so much money for
treatment which proved to be all in
vain, I wus urged to try 8. 8. 8. This
remedy proved to be the right one, for
it got at the disease, and a few bottles
cured me perfectly. The cure was a
permanent one, and I have not had a
touch of the disease for many years.
Swift’s Specific is the only remedy that
will have the slightest effect upon
Catarrh.” *
—Sufferers from
Catarrh should get
M raja a start on the dis-
SBL ease before the cold
Vi (Os mgk &' weather aggravates
JHr it. Those who have
\Xa JL/ been relying upon
A J 0< ’ a l treatment will
Jk.w^ n d winter weather
’fgMffiwtNre l ' l all that is needed
x|pto show that the
** still with
***** them. A course of
S. 8. 8. (Swift’s Specific) will prove all
assertions made that it is the only cure
for Catarrh ; it goes to the cause of the
trouble —the blood—and forces out all
traces of the disease.
Swift’s Specific is the only remedy
which reaches real obstinate blood dis
eases; it cures Catarrh, Rheumatism,
Cancer, Contagious Blood Poison, Ec
zema, Scrofula, and every other
disease of the blood. It is guaranteed
Purely Vegetable
and is the only blood remedy containing
no potash, mercury or other mineral.
Books mailed free to any address by
the Swift Specific Cos., Atlanta, Ga.
author of “The Human Mystery in Ham
let.” lit died at the age of 58. The next
was George I'arsons Lathrop, the poet
and novelist, who died at 47. Then fol
lowed Edward Bellamy, 48; S. H. Gurleen,
who wrote books on art, Anglo-Saxon lit
erature and charity and charitable or
ganizations, 58; Harold Frederic, the Jour
nalist and novelist, 42, and, finally, Col.
Waring, 65. It will be seen that not one
of them was strictly an old man; and the
'oldest—Col. Waring—seemed, ns you saw
him, to be anything but as old as he was.
His eye was as bright, his color as fresh,
his step as brisk and his carriage as erect
as with the ordinarily well set up and
healthy man at 45.
There ought to be gratitude among mag
azine editors to the city of Buffalo, for it
has given them within recent years two
first-rate writers of short stories. By any
one who knows how the good short story
is sought after and never found in such
supply as the need requires this will be
allowed to be no ordinary generosity on
the part of any city. It is now, I suppose,
about 10 years since George A. Hibbard
contributed his striking story of “The
Governor” to Scribner’s Magazine. It was
his (list, or very nearly his first appear
ance. He followed it with other success
ful stories in Scribner’s, Harper’s and the
Century, and in course of time issuejl a
collection of his stories as a book. Inquiry
ailout him arose-, and developed the fact
that he was a young man In Buffalo, and
an artist ns well as a writer. Ever since
he lias gone on producing creditable work.
He does not appear often; but when ha
does apiiear it is always to good effect.
Within the last year considerable atten
tion was attracted hy a succession of ex
tremely spirited horse stories that ap
peared in the Century under the general
title of “Gallops." Lately, the Century
Company has brought them out as a book.
And Inquiry about the author of these
stories has developed the fact that he,
too, is of Buffalo. His name is David
Gray, and he was liorn in Buffalo In 1870.
Ho graduated from Harvard In 1892, and
then began life as a newspaper reporter
at Rochester, N. Y. Subsequently he had
newspaper connections in Buffalo and hero
In New York. Latterly, I believe, he has
turned his devotions to the law. His home
Is still in Buffalo. E. C. Martin.
—Rev. Dr. Withrow, the venerable pas
tor of the Bark Street Church, Boston,
which Is commonly known as “Brimstone
corner,” lives up to the old traditions of
the Church. ”1 do not see,” he says, "how
a man can tv- a Christian who reject* th*
doctrine of eternul punishment.’*
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