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This was two years ago, and I am still enjoying perfect health.” XS n ° Seml f or OU r special book on Cancer; it contains much information that will interest y° u \vr--i e our physicians about your case, and for any advice or information wanted; they have ma<lc a life study of Cancer and all blood disease., ^e^ke^o char^what^^^ CCMpftNy ATLANTA . GA , ever for this. • i were still capering about he-"went away to saddle a SPIDER'S CHAPS BY WOLCOTT LE CLEAR BEARD tale of the OF AGUA CATTLE THIEVES CALIENTE. Copyright, 1000, by W.Le Clear Heard, jj 9p yflrTonOO O O 0 O O QOOOOOO OO OQ OO OOOO OO OOOOOC Tne cuttle, tired and thirsty, started willingly enough toward onr camp by the river, bnt they moved very slowly, after the manner of cattle. We had onr bands full in hurrying them, all three of ns. As Lee had said, it was nearly sun rise. The cattle had hardly crossed the low ridge when the summits of the hills were reddened by the first beams of the son that shot np over the level edge of the desert. This reminded me of° the foreman’s threat concerning Agna Caliente and its inhabitants. I had forgotten it until then. “How far do yen think we are.from the camp?" I asked Lea "Onr camp? Ten er ’leven milea More maybe,” he replied. - “We c:m ’t get there in an hour, then," I said. “Perhaps I hud better send Spider on ahead to tell them we’re all right." Lee objected. He conld see no reason why we should send any one away. Thero were only three of ns as.it was, and there was plenty of work to keep ns all busy. Evidently he had notjieard what the foreman had said, so I told him. It did not seem to alter his opin ion, however. Spider threw np his hat and shouted. The hat fell beyond his reach, bnt he picked it np without dis mounting and 'evinced a decided in clination to depart immediately for Agna Caliente. I sternly restrained him. “So tho foreman said he’d go over to Agna Caliente for a visit, did he ? Well, unless wo meet np with the boys as they go. them thieves what holds forth in the town will see anawfnilot er fnn by two hours from now. When the fore man says he’ll do a thing, that’s the thing ho does every trip,” commented Lee, grinning delightedly. “But we’re sure to meet up with the boys—we’re right in their track.” he added, with a reassnring nod The foreman was even better than his word Hardly had Lee finished speaking when a eland of dust that had been rapidly moving over the desert proved to lie the wake that followed onr men. Except Hollis, every one of them was there, even the Ballet Girl. He had screwed ttko spike that decorated the end of his artificial leg into the foot rest of his woeden stirrup and was rid ing straight and well, his long gray beard blowing hack over his shoulder. The heavy pistol that always hung in his belt, was re-enforced by another, and across his saddle a riile was balanced. While the boys noisily greeted Lee and Spider the foreman rode directly np to me and without preamble began to explain the suddenness of his appear ance. “You see, I didn’ say I wonldn’ start off before tho time I set," said ha “I didn’ mean ter, though, when you left, bnt the boys they got dead anxious. Tiler’s been a lot er them rustlers f’om Agna Caliente hangin ronn the place, an wo all thought you mighter stacked up agains’ some troubla So the hoys got kinder scared up for yon. Why, even the Bally Gnrl, he starts ont an gives me fits fer lettin yon go without the lot of us hack er you. He saddles up a horse an gets ont his gnns an swears he’ll lead the hoys himself if I don’t start out. He's dead game, the Bally Gnrl is, an I tell yon these boys is a mighty good lot er boys.” “But I told yon particnlarly that you weren't to attack Agna Caliente,” Baid I reproachfully. “You weren’t going to do that, were you?" The foreman looked somewhat dubious. “Dunno,” he said candidly. “The . hoys was kinder mad, an if we hadn’t found yon I reckon they’d ’a' give Agna Caliente a little shake np, whether I’d let ’em or not. Min’,” he added, with his usual scrupulous regard for the truth, “I didn't say I wouldn’t erlet 'em. Where’s Hollis?” I had no idea where Hollis was; was about to ask the same question myself. The foreman went about among the men, making inquiries, but no one had seen him or apparently felt mnch trou bled about bis absence: “He drawed all the pay that was a-comin to hint, didn't he?" asked one of the men. “Well, then, he jns’ took an skipped over to Lorena an his gang, where he belongs; that’s all.” That seemed to be the general opinion, and there was a decided feeling of relief that he was no longer with ua The cattle moved along merrily, each man doing his best to hurry them. Never before had I imagined tbnt wooden leg conld he used to advantage in driving cattle; bnt, when wielded by the Ballet Girl, I found that it had a wonderfully accelerating effect When at last we reached the camp, was thoronghly tired ont. My ankle and wrist ached, and there was nothing I desired so much as rest. I started at once for my tent, and as I did so Spider rode up to the foreman and asked what orders there were for the day. “Orders? Why, yon little fool, yonr pony can’t hardly stand on his legs, an yon’ll tumble outer the saddle in a lit tle more.'' replied the foreman, with grnffness assumed to cover his approba tion of the boy. “Go’n turn yonr pony ont an turn yonrself in. Quick, now, ’fore I make you." Tumbling on my cot. dressed as was, I slept for hours. On waking I be came conscious of the rumble of distant thunder. The brilliant sunlight, that usually lit the desert until it was near ly as dazzling as snow, had disappeared, leaving tile sand cold and gray. 1 thought that dusk had fallen. but my aren roio me that tne middle or the afternoon had barely passed. “Reckon we're a-gonter have a little weather, *’ remarked the foreman, who met me as I came out of my tent. “Jus’ look over yander. ’’ He pointed to the eastern horizon, where masses of dark cloqds. veined here and there with red lightning flashes, were piling them selves np into the sky From the north another storm was rising, even more rapidly Except the foreman and the Ballet Girl, none of onr men were in the camp. Some distance away the cattle, that had been brought in the night be fore and had failed to wander off to a sufficient distance during the nbseuce of the men. were gathered on the mesa, guarded by Spider and Lee, who were riding around them at a steady lope in opposite directions The two thunder clouds rose higher and higher, spread ing around the horizon and narrowing the strip of bine sky that still shone be tween them It ain't common ter have one than derstorm ronnd here, let alone two,' observed the foreman “The cattle feels the thunder, too—they're gettiu oueasy Reckon I better go'n give the hoys a han.'' The cattle were uneasy. I could see that from where I was standing. They tossed their heads ami lowed and moved here and (here among themselves It grew dhrlnr each moment and the cat tle became more restless Sometimes, when cattb are in this condition, the sound of the hnman voice will tend to qhiet them Spider began to sing •‘Tiler was an ol' geezer. An lie had a- wooden log, Bat h,i never had terbanker, So terhack he had ter beg. Another u!‘ geezer Was as sly as er fox. An he alw's had terbacker In his ol' terbacker box.* Spider’s voice rnng shrill and clear over the deaert, his song measured by the regular hoof beats of his horsa He passed back of the herd, and only an occasional note above the lowing and muttering of the cattle conld one hear. The air had been still, bnt now little pnffs of wind began to arise, and ghost ly little whirlwinds enreered over the desert The strip of bine sky was re- ,1 dozen shallow horsemen charged down on the herd. dneed to a mere thread; the darkness became thicker : the herd was nn indis tinct mass, except when the lightning showed everything in an instanlaneons photograph. The foreman, riding at full speed, had nearly reached the herd; but as shown by the lightning, his horse seemed to he standing still in nn nngainly pose on tho desert. Then ev erything was darker than before. Once more Spider came to the front of the herd. He had increased the speed of bis horse, for in quicker time than before his song went on: “Jus' Stop drinkin whisky An save up yer rocks. Then yon'll alw's havo torbaokor In yer ol’ terbackar”— The two storms met. For a moment there was blinding light, followed by a crash that split the sky. A dozen shad owy horsemen, that seemed to rise ont of the ground, charged down on the herd, shonting and waving blankets. I saw six flashes from the foreman s. pistol. The Ballet Girl, who was stand- ing near me. lurched toward a rifle that leaned againat the wheel cf the cook The herd tosaed and anrged like boil- ing water. Spider darted forward to try and hold it. For a moment it hesi tated Then, with a roar of galloping hoofs, it broke and rushed madly away The thieves had stampeded the cattla The lightning gave one more vivid flash and ceased. The crash of thunder that followed seemed to tear open the sky, for the’rain descended like a liquid enrtain that concealed everything- CHAPTER V. DJ WHICH BEIDER RETURNS IN TRIUMPH. I had never seen rain fall as it did then. It seemed to come in streams. It beat thtongb the heavy canvas of my taut, forming a mist on the ijiside. The continuous crash of the falling water would have drowned the report of a mortar. It rained and rained and kept on rain ing. Little brooks formed on the plain, then came together and made larger ones that finally tumbled over the edge of the cliff in a series of cascades. When an hour later the foreman^and ripider returned to the camp, there were no signs of a let np One by one our disheartened cowhcjs straggled in and repaired to my tent, where the nearest approach to shelter was to be found. None of them seemed particular ly surprised when told of the disappear ance of our cattle. They had expected it all along, they said. I don’t never remember seein raiu las’so long as this aronn here," said Lee as he tried vainly to .light a damp match on the sole of his soaked boot in order to ignite the wet tobacco with which he bad filled his jiipa “Them fellers must 'a' seen the storm comin up an then come over a pnrpose ter stam pede the herd Course we can't do noth in till it lets np. an then we'll have ter do some huntin, I reckon. This rain'll have washed out all the tracks.' “We'll fin' the tracks again without much trouble," replied the foreman. “Ther ain’t no doubt but what we got ter do snnthin. though Question is. what ?” “Looks to me as though we were in something of a scrape,’’ I observed, try ing hard not to speak despondently. “None so bad as what it might be,' replied the foreman philosophically “We got ter make a plan, that’s all.” Wo held a disconsolate council with tho water drumming over ns on the strained canvas so that we had to raise onr voices in order to make them heard. Tho plan, when finally decided upon, was a very simple one. That the thieves had made a dean sweep was evident, for none of the men who had come in had found any cattle. They had all been driven away. Now. to cover so much ground in so short a time argued that onr enemies had a force much larger than ours—one that we could hardly hope, unaided, to defeat. - Therefore it was decided that ns soon as it stopped raining some of the men would scatter over the desert to find, if possible, some trace of tile missing cat tle, while we would, send a messenger to some ranches that lay on the other side of the river some 80 miles below ns, with instructions to bring back all the men that conld be mustered. Cat tlemen ure usually ready to help each other in cases of this kind, for no one knows when his own torn to require help may come. In this instance, too. the community of cattle thieves had long been a menace to the men on whom we called All of them probably had suffered from this or another raid- The rain ceased as suddenly as it be gan. The clouds parted and were blown In dark shreds' across the sky. The pools that lay in shallow depressions of the plain were like beds of coals as tho level rays of the setting snn reddened theip. As we had planned, tho foreman sept five men in different directions with orders to search for traces of the miss ing herd, to let ns know at once if any were found, and to report by midnight in any case Delighted at the prospect of action, the men trooped out of my tent Some of them spread their blan kets ont to dry Others offered needless help to the men who were preparing to set ont. The rest. Spider among them, lounged about the cook wagon and “joshed” the Ballet Girl, to nse their own phrase, because bo conld not start his fira For some minutes the foreman stood in the door of my tent rubbing bis chin thoughtfully Then he called to Spider “Look — here, you kid,” said he “You heard what we said 'bout aendin down the river ter get more men. Weil. I want you ter saddle np a fresh pony an be ready ter start in five minutes. Hear? The boss, here, he’ll write a note fer you ter taka Get a wiggle on, now.” The laugh that Spider brought with him faded from his face. This was business, and without a word he nodded and strode away. “I reckon he’s about the bes' one ter sen',” continued the foreman, turning to me. “He'll do what he sets ont ter do every time Then it ain't likely ther’s any danger down that way, an you can’t tell what'll turn np here. It’ll keep the kid outer mischief fer awhila ” While the foreman was speaking I had torn a leaf pnt of an account book and had written the nota Suddenly I became aware that the laughter and talk of the men had hushed- A second later Spider, his face working with rage, dashed into tho tent, caught up a rifle and vanished “Stop!” roared the foreman, lifting the flap that closed the tent door Through the opening i could see that Spider had dropped on one knee and was taking careful aim at something that was out of my view “What you doin? Come here!" com manded the foreman sternly Lowering the rifle. Spider rose slowly to his feet, keeping his eyes fixed on the point to ward which he had been aiming. Run ning to the door, l followed his gaze with my eyes. On a ridge of sand, half a mile away, three men were galloping up and down, waving their bats and firing pistols. They were shonting, too. for the faint echoes of their shouts reached ns. “Look there!” cried Spider. “See them men ? Hollis is one of 'em, an that greaser what shot at me las' night They’re givin us the laugh, that's what they’re doin, 'cause we los' our cattle au they got ’em. Are you fellers “Come here! Hear me?” commanded the foreman again. “Look here, young tnan," he continued as Spider came re luctantly forward, “it ain't good busi ness lettin yonr mad get up so bad yon lose yer head, not for no one what works ronn horses an cattle. You had orders too. ' Nobody what won't obey orders works in my gang. Ther wasn't no shootin called for. Besides. ” he add ed as an afterthought, “you’d a-knowed if yon’d had any sense that you could not hit nothin at that range.” Spider glanced at the foroman. and bis face fell. “That’s right. I los' my head clean I know I did. I won’t do it again an. say, I’m awfnl sorry, ’_ he said penitent ly. Carefully lowering the hammer, he placed the rifle, apparently as n sort of token of surrender, in the foreman’s hands. Then, withont another look at me men w on the rjdg horsa “The boy's got the ties' eyes of any body in the outfit, all right enough,' said the foreman, setting down the rifle. “I alwns knowed that, bnt yet I don't believe ho c’n tell .who those men- are, not so far away as that. " It certainly seemed impossible that Spider conld distinguish any one at so great a distanca I ran into the tent to get a pair of fieldglasses, bnt when I returned the men had disappeared. “Jns' give one yell an then walloped off bellin' the ridge thar as yon went in.” said the foreman. “They was lef behin' by the res’ er tber gang so's ter watch ns. 1 reckon, an see what we're a-gonter do. ” “Well, they won't watch nothin.' commented Lee. who had strolled np to ns. “They're drunk an they'll get drunker, 'specially if Hollis is there. He's ben sober so long now tb.it he won't stop soon once he gets started. ’ “Meekness, an sobriety an the rest of it ain't his style enough ter hurt,” agreed the foreman. “Bat maybe Hol lis wasn’t there. Look a here, yon kid.' he called as Spider rode up on the big gest and. next to his own, the ugliest horse I had brought from the ranch. I forgot ter tell yen before that you're likely ter steer np agains' a heap er tionble one er these times if you go shootin at men what yon don’t know, 'specially when they're so fnr off yon can't hit ’em It ain't perlite." So earnest was Spider that he failed for the moment to see that the foreman was joking "I did know 'em—two of ’em—Hol lis an that there greaser,” he cried. I saw ’em 'Deed I did. Honest.” “So?" replied' the foreman, with as sumed gravity “Well, if that*8 the case, jus' yon climb down offen that ther horse an go an get yer snpper 'fore you start'' Don't need ter. Got some grnb hero in my cerones (saddlebags) The Bally Girl give it to me jns' now. Mayn’t I go?” The foreman waved his hand and smiled. With an answering grin Spider galloped away. In view cf the distance that must be traveled wo hardly expected to see Spider again before daylight Making allowance for delays, we hoped to get away on the following evening. To me the wait of 24 hours seemed a fatal waste of time. The cattle would prob ably he well into Mexico before that. “Prawb'ly they will," agreed the foreman “Then all wo got ter do is ter get ’em outer Mexico again, that's all." This was delightfully simple in theory The practice. I feared, wonld be somewhat difficult It was obviously impossible for ns to wove, as we were then situated. Until onr re-enforcement should come we conld do nothing bnt wait. Mnch sooner than was expected, how ever. these re-enfercements came. The men were just finishing their snpper. In order to guard against a possible though nulikely attempt at surprise, oue of their number, posted in a position from which lie conld watch both the mesa and the river flat, was acting as senti nel Snddenly ho hailed the camp. “Ther’s a gang er men an horses corq- in np the river," ho cried- In an in stant every man was on his feet, had canght np his rifle and was running to the edge of the cliff, sheltering himself behind the rocks that fringed it Some of the men were ordered to fall back in order to guard us against surprise from tho rear. They went, and then for a mo ment there was silence cn the top of the cliff. A bnzz of conversation from the men below conld be plainly heard. “Them fellers ain't greasers, any how,” whispered the foreman. “How do yon know?" I asked- “Why- greasers talks high UP in their heads, like women, er kids. These men talks low in ther chests, like ns. Lis ten. ” “Belloth e camp 1 ' hailed someone from below. “Hello below Who ure yon ?'' roared the foreman in return. “From the X bar X ranch Ther’s more of ns comin How d’yer get np that, anyhow?” “Waiter tninnte." called the fore man While tho conversation was go ing on Lee had laid down his rifle and had been hurriedly gathering tho resin- qns branches cf the greasewood shrub that grew about us thickly, and bind ing them" together with a rawhide thong Lighting the bundle at the fire, be ran back and threw It over the edge of the cliff Fanned by the draft made by its fall, the resinons wood blazed like a firework qf some kind. The horses of the party below shied and capered as the glare strnck their eyes, apd there Was some swearing among their riders. The light showed half a score of lean, sunburned men. heavily armed and well mounted. Their leader, an elderly man on a silver trimmed saddle, was at once recognized us an old acquaintance by the foreman “Glad t’ see yer, Hayward, ” called ha “Tnrn t' yer left, thar, an yon’ll find a trail what’ll bring yer safe up. Sorry ter sen that flare down, but we had ter be sure yon was friends. Gome up." Filing oyer. the rough path that zigzagged np the cliff, the ranchers reached the tableland. “Mighty glad you all's come—didn’t expec’ yon so soon, " said the foreman, shaking hands with Hayward. “How’d yer leave the cattle down yonr way?” “There aren’t any cattle down onr way—pot so mncli as a calf left,” was the response. -“Tijis raid is the biggest thing I ever knew. Jt has wiped out every brand on the river anywhere along here. The boys are ail up. We’re the first, but the rest are coming, all that can Seven of our men will never stir again. ” Gone out?” asked the foreman. "lee; snot by tne thieves. 1 met that | • . T bbj you sent after ns about half ah i CllAZ'I J 0 L1LN ALL bill, he nr ago. He didn't know wliat if, ’ ma Ye of us any more than yoa did, ar,d one .if the boys who rode out to sea> T ,,-ho he wiYs nearly got shot for his /pains. We m.sdethim understand 'alien' :1 while that weiwteren’t rustlers, and./-hen ho gave usf jnnr messaga " "Why didn’t he come-back with yon?” I asked. 7 ■Don’t know. 1 told y.hn he might as well, for we were all r , p an( i coming, bnt he asked us to tell yon that he’d return shortly, and tly be struck over the desert, going son th. r don't know where he was boon', f 0 r. ” Spider’s absence, troubled me a good deal, bnt the fate', man an( j the Ballet Girl took it vcsf calmly indeed. There wasn’t any on d who could hurt him. said they, exy ^pt possibly the three men that we had/ seen that morning, and it was not a?, all likely that he would meet their.. The str angers unsaddled their horses and picketed, them, then rolled thern- NEWSPAPERS PUBLISHED BY LUNA TICS FOR LUNATICS. . There!" he exclaimed. “I thought / wasn't never go liter get bach." selves in their blankets and went to sleep. Most of onr men followed their exampla Assisted by Lee and the fore man the Ballet Girl was breaking pro visions and utensils out of the cook wagon and arranging th-m in packs ready to place on the horses. The wagon was to bo left where it was for tho tima We conld not-take it with us. It wonld never have been able to keep np. From time to time men came strag gling in in knots of four or fivo or sometimes more. None of them had seen Spider. I asked them all. The night was wearing on. The moon rose, showing the forms of the sleeping men and making the glow of our dying fire seem redder than ever in contrast to the silver light. The Ballet Girl had nearly finished his preparations, and the camp became more and more silent ■ One after another our scouts re turned. each one reporting that he had geon the trails of not one, but several herds of cattle, all of them heading in one direction with the evident pnrpose of meeting at some point farther on. They were bonnd eastward, too. and not toward the sonth, whero lay the Mexican line, as we expected they wonld. I feared that this change of di rection might have some dangerons sig nificance. and. as usual, asked the fore man about it. “So fur as sellin the cattle goes, ther wasn’t no nse in euttin across tho lino right here,” said he. “They’d ’a’ had ter pull down ter Palomas anyhow — Palomas is the neares’ town in ol’ Mex ico—an the way they’re goih is the shortes’ way. It means they think they’re strong enough to hoi’ us back if we meet up with 'em; that’s all. But I don't reckon they think we’ll meet np with ’em. I’m a-gonter turn in. Won der where that kid lias got ter?” “There he conies now, " replied tho cook- “Where ua top er the worl' do you reckon he got them horses? An— an. say. what in blazes is that thing what he’s got on his saddle in front of him ? I been a lookin at him fer five minutes, bnt I can’t make it out. ” '“Looks like he’d cut a man in. two an was briDgin half of him home,” ob served Lee. It did look something like that Spider was cantering toward us, leading three horses by their neck ropes. Astride of his saddle there hnng an ob ject that seemed to be a pair of short, knobby legs, terminating in a pair of large boots that banged the .horse’s withers at every step. From the tops of the legs something was sticking out. “Them’s his chaps—the kid's chaps,' said Lea “He's stopped np the bottoms er the legs with them boots, held in by the foot straps, an lie’s got ’em stuffed full er snnthin Them things what’s atipkin out are rifles-" As he caught sight of us Spider waved his hand and forced his horse to a faster gait, which made the legs kick wildly ■There!” he exclaimed as he rode np to the cook wagon “I thought I wasn't never gouter get back. Them horses, they held back all the way Couldn't tie 'em to the horn ’cause the line pinched my leg. so I had ter lead ’em They most pulled my arms out by the roota ’’ Be dismounted while speaking and with great deliberation proceeded to tie the horses to a wheel of the cook wagon. Then I saw that, besides the boots which decorated the bottoms of bis chaps, Spider had tied three other pairs to the back of his saddle. Some of the men who had not been asleep or who were w-iked by the stir left their blankets and gathered about scorn {emulsion; K Is a food medicine for the | § baby that is thin and not % S well nourished and for the V mother whose milk docs w not nourish the baby. | § It is equally good for the t ¥ boy or girl who is thin arid | pale and not well nourished * ¥ by their food; also for the | 1 anamic or consumptive,. ¥ adult that is losing flesh t y and strength, ' * ¥ In fact, for all conditions j I of wasting, it is the food ; ¥ medicine that will n.ouie 'i 1 I and build up the body and ¥ give new life and energy £ ¥ w h cn a i| other means fail. -Jj Should be taken in summer a welt as winter, 50c. and $t.oo. all druggists. SCOTT & BOWNE, Chemists, New York. •What’s that you got in yonr chaps there, kid. an where’d yqn get them boots?” inquired Lee. pider answered never a word. Going to his horse, he unsiuqg with some difficulty the chaps that hnng OYer the saddla First lie pulled forth four rifleH that stuck ont and laid them carefully on the ground. Then, taking the boots in bis hands, he turned the cliqps upside down. Four pistols tumbled out of the one From the other there came three pistols and a knjfe. -“Say. where’d you get them guns an boots an things?” qnevied the Ballet Girl impatiently. “Answer when your Spoke to. can’t you? Quick, now, else tber'il be a kid somew’ers ronn here What gets a lickin What yon been a-doin, eh?” Bpider arranged the pistols and knife in an orderly row beside the rifles, then got the boots and added them to the collection “Them things, ” he said. looking aronnd at his auditors with a trium phant grin—“them things belongs— that is, they did belong—to’Hollis an that greaser what was eavortiq ronn here yestiddy an to two other men what I don' know. They're my prisoners, all pf 'pm. an they're back here a ways on the desert now waitin for some ope ter pomp for 'em (TP 11E CONTINUED. J T>.c Pnhlicatlomi That Are TsBUcfl In Madhouse* and Asj-Inais Are Al most Entirely Free From Gloom and Melancholia. Dotted here and there over the earth are little colonies whose Inhabitants are cut off from all intercourse with the everyday world by their own idiosyncrasies. IQach individual lives in a world of his-or her own creation, which, in the majority of cases, only two outside"Interests ever succeed in reaching—namely, the asylum doctor and the asylum magazine. In some eases the proof sheets are just glanced at by the head doctor be fore the magazine goes to press, but they are written, printed and published by the inmates themselves. Although America produced the first two lunatic journals, to Scotland be longs the credit of having started the first paper of this kind which lias sur vived its infancy. In fact, the birth of lunatic journalism took place when the first number of The New Moon was is sued from the Crichton Royal asylum. Dumfries, on Dee. 3, 1S44. Since that date the following have been success fully launched: Tlio Morningslde Mir ror, from the Royal Edinburgh asy lum; Tile Excelsior, from James Mur ray’s Royal asylum, Perth; The Fort England Mirror, Grahamstown, South Africa; The Murthly Magazine, from the Perth County asylum; Under the Dome, tile organ of Bethlehem Royal hospital, London, and The Conglomer ate. which belongs to the Middletown asylum. New York. These magazines touch the journal istic ideal, as. being written by the readers for their amusement, they can not fail to bit the popular taste. We find that those mentally deranged like about four-ninths of tlieir reading to tnke the form of travel and heavy prose articles of a strictly theoretical nature. The rest of the contents comes in order of quantity as follows: Hu mor. local notes, poetry, chiefly in a light vein; special articles on local the atricals and fiction. The most striking feature about these Journals is the almost total ab sence of gloom and melancholia, and we have it on the word of the doctor of one of the leading asylums that this Is not owing to such contributions be ing tabooed. But now and again one comes on a poem or tale drenched with melancholia and morbid insanity. In one of these journals appeared a story written in the first person about a hero —undoubtedly the writer—who had his head twisted round the wrong way. The consequence was he Invariably had to walk In the opposite direction to which he wanted to walk. This ter rible fate haunts him right through the story, causing him to lose friends, money and everything else which man holds dear and ends up by bis, lu his own mind, murdering the girl who was to’ save him from himself. « According to the story, the heroine was standing on the edge of a great precipice. The hero is standing near. Suddenly the heroine becomes giddy and totters on the brink. Tlie hero tries to dasli forward and save her, bnt of course runs the other way. Here comes a break in tlie narrative, which is finished by the following sentence; •And tlie gates of an asylum for those mentally deranged shut the writer off from his friends in tlie outer world.” Apart from such tragedies as the above, the whole of these journals are saturated witli burner. In one we find tho following among “Questions We Want Answered:*’ When does tho queen of Sheba In tend to recognize the royal rank of the •Prince of Wales?’ Did ‘Marie Corelli’ really tweak the doctor’s nose? Why did ‘Ranji’ throw tlie ball at ‘W.' G.’s' head during practice at tlie nett?” Per haps it should be explained that the celebrities referred to above are not those known to the public, but other persons who claim their personalities nnd are detained In the asylums for that very reason. A writer in The Fort England Mirror gives tlie following reason for his de tention: “1 met a young widow witli a grown stepdaughter, and the widow married me. Then my father. Who was a widower, met my stepdaughter and married her. That made my wife tlie mother-in-law of her father-in-law and made my stepdaughter my mother and my father my stepson. Then my step mother, tlie stepdaughter of my wife, had a son. That hoy was, of course, my brother, because be was my fa ther's son. lie was also tlie son of my wife's stepdaughter and therefore her grandson. That made me grandfather to my stepbrother. Then my wife had a son. My mother-in-law, the step sister of my son. is also his g-andmoth- er, because he is her stt-psen’s child. My father Is tlie brotlier-in-law of my child, because his stepsister is his wife. I am the brother of my own son. who is also.the child of my step-grandinotli- er. I am my mother’s brother-in-law, my wife Is her own child’s aunt, my son is my father’s nephew, nnd I’m my own grandfather. And after try ing to explain the relationship in our family some seven times a day to our calling friends for a fortnight, 1 was brought here—no. came of my own will.” Another declares that he never found rest from Ills mother-in-law before, and he Intends to hoodwink tl\e doctors as long as possible. 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