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' A BULLET IN HIS HEART. Charles Nelson Haa Thus Lived Since July 1, and Be May Recover. Charles Nelson's heart will carry weight to the end of its race with time. An ounce of lead is the handicap, and the most dar ing of surgeons would shake his head If the South Side cyclist were to ask to be relieved of his burden And allowed to run ent his race like other meh. If three skiagraphs of the injured man’s chest can be trusted, the bullet which pierced his breast on the night of July 1 jn Washington park lodged in the septum o f his heart—the fourfold partition of muscular fiber that divides the interior of that organ into auricles and ventricles, right and left. There it throbs up and down 100,000 times a day, bidding defi ance with everypulsation to the law made of doctors that the touch of hostile metal to a man’s heart brings death. For Nel son has gone back to his boarding house, and except for the pain attendant upon the healing of the wound in the outer wall of his thorax, he has nothing to remind him of his excursion up to the gates of death. The three negatives all show the same dense, black spot, which, according to Dr. Otto Schmidt, who made them, marks the location of the bullet which crashed full into the sternum and lost, itself in the masses of muscle that lie just beneath. The spot is not sharply defined and clear in outline as are the shadow records usual ly made by bits of metal when subjected to the X rays. The irregularity, experts say, is certain evidence that the leaden pellet is imbedded in muscular tissue, whose movements blurred the image. In two of the skiagraphs, the front view and the back view, the shadow of the bullet falls in the same place—almost exactly in the center of the thorax and almost mid way between the ends of the fourth pair of ribs. In the profile view of Nelson’s thorax the location of the black spot shows that the bullet penetrated 2H inches of cartilage and muscle before it was stopped. Where it entered the thorax, the pericardium, Which incloses the heart, touches the sternum, itself less than an Inch in’ thickness. The only conclusion that can be drawn, tho surgeons say, is that the other inch and a half of its path was plowed through the fibers of tho heart. The extreme thickness of the ventricular walls of the heart is one half inch, while the walls of tho auricles are even thinner, so thafrunless it lodged in the fibers of the heart it would be impossible, the surgeons say, for the lead to plunge forward an inch and a half without puncturing one of the cavities of tho heart. That it did puncture the wall of the heart at any point in its flight Dr. Hall of the Chicago hospital thinks unlikely because of the relatively small hemorrhage Nelson suf fered-after the shooting and because of the position of tho bullet In the skiagraphs—a little above a lateral line drawn through the heart. The theory that the bullet lodged in the pericardium is equally untenable. Dr. Hall thinks—and the fact that the bullet did not puncture either of the lungs, which approach within an inch of tho hole in the sternum, proves—that it did not encounter either of the side walls. About the only place that it could have pushed even an inch into the organ without rupturing the wall beyond repair' is at the junction of the septa which separate tho four chambers, and this Dr. R. H. Babcock, tho heart spe cialist, Is inclined to regard as the proba ble point where the bullet lodged, In the normal heart tho point where the septa join usually flutters up and down midway between the ends of the fourth pair of ribs, just where the bullet plunged into Nel son’s chest. Dr. D. J. Hamilton, the Scotch surgeon and pathologist, cites more than 50 cases where rupture of the heart walls did not result in immediate death. The most re markable of all and the one that approaches nearest to Nelson’s case is that of the prize fighter Poole, who was shot in the heart in New Jersey while battling with Baker in 1855. He recovered, to all appearances, in four days and wanted to finish the in terrupted contest, but 12 days later he col lapsed suddenly and died without recover ing consciousness.—Chicago Record. The Union Jack. Hoisted at the mizzentop of a ship at thdsame time as the flag of the lord high admiral at the fore, it signifies that the sovereign is aboard, while an admiral of the fleet hoists it at the main. It is then properly called the great union, as also when displayed ashore. When.flown from a staff (hence called the jackstaff), it be comes the union jack, a name under which the great union often passes. Again it forms the jack of the seamen, which is a flag bearing the colors of the union sur rounded by a border of white, one-fifth the breadth of tho flag, and which, hoisted at the fore, becomes a signal for a pilot, and hence is often called the pilot jack. Tho origin of the word “jack” is un known. Tho meaning, as understood to day, is “something shown,” and in thia sense tho application of tho word is now limited to the union flag. Some have supposed it to be derived from the jack or jacque, the tunio worn in early time by men at arms, those of Englishmen being decorated with the cross of St. George, which jackets, when not in use, were hung in rows, side by side, thus displaying the blood rod cross which was at once their banner and their shield. Others regard tho name as coming from that of the sov ereign James (Jacobus or Jacques), who was the first to hoist it as a national era, blem. Whatever its derivation, its mean ing remains.—Good Words. The Marechai Kiel Rose. The Empress Eugenie gave the name Marechai Niel to the lovely rose which is so called. When General Niel returned from the Franco-Prussian war, where he had signally distinguished himself, a poor man presented him with a basketof lovely yellow roses. To perpetuate their beauty the general had a cutting struck from one of the blooms, and when a rose tree had grown from this he presented it to the Empress Eugenie. She was delighted with the dainty gift, but was much sur- ■ prised to learn that the rose was known by no distinctive name. “Ah,” she said, < “I will give it a name. It shall be the - Marechnl Niel. ” Thus tbs empress achlev- ■ ed two ends—named the flower and ac- , quainted the general with the fact that he ( had been raised to the coveted office of marshal of France.—Philadelphia Ledger. The Smiling Book Salesman. A customer dropped into a bookseller’s the other day and asked for a copy of “The Lady of the Aroostook.” The clerk seemed 1 to be in some doubt about the title, but 1 after a moment’s consultation with an other salesman he came forward and said blandly, “So sorry we haven’t got ‘The Lady or the Rooster,’ but we can give you ‘The Lady or the Tiger.’"—Bookman ■ ,-n AN EVERYDAY HEROINE. ~ The Country Maiden, the Wicked Stage Company and the Tailor Made Girt. Four reckless persons had clambered into the stage, an old man, a middle aged woman, a young man and a tailor made girl At Fiftieth street a dress maker’s little girl struggled in with a huge box. Town life was evidently new to her Her rosy cheeks -announced country air to the least observing. She held her money in her hand. Looking dubiously about, she finally spied the money box and dropped in the coin. After this she waited expectantly. Nothing occurred, however, and she began flushing and paling with nervous indecision. At last she resolutely stood up, attracted the driver's attention and called to him: "How do 1 get my change? I put a quarter in the box,' ’ she asked. “Yese oughter a-handed it up,” said the man. “Yese can’t git it now." “But it’s all 1 have,” protested the girl. "Git it off the new passengers, ” yell ed the driver and turned away. It was all the money she had, but how could she "get it off the new pas sengers?” Everyone in the stage had become interested, but no one volun teered any advice. Two tears rolled down the rosy cheeks. The stage stopped, and an old lady scrambled in. As she took out her mon ey, a 5 cent piece, the tailor made girl leaned over to her “Willyou give me that for this little girl?” she asked. "She dropped in a quarter by mistake, and the driver said the new passengers might make it Up to her. ” The old lady beamingly handed over the nickel .She felt that the stage com pany was being rigidly but justly dealt with at last Then a man got in. This was harder for the tailor ipade girl, but she made the request again and handed a second fare to the grateful young person from the country The whole stageful was now interested watching for a new pas senger as a spider watches for a fly. A woman waved desperately from down a side street for the stage to wait for her, but the driver passed on unheeding and exclamations of disgust arose. Another corner, and another smartly dressed girl got in. The new arrival did not seem at first to understand the request, and, flushing, the tailor made girl repeated it and secured one more of the precious 5 cent pieces. The little girl had reached her desti nation. “lam so much obliged, ” she murmur ed to the heroic maiden who had been taking up fares in her behalf. “I ought to get out here, so I guess I’ll let tho other go. ” “No, no, you must not, ” said the fair conductor, opening her purse. “Take this and I can get it from the next one who gets in. ” “You are awfully good,” murmured the unsuspicious little one with new tears in her eyes, and one of the men took the big box and handed it down to her when she had stepped out. The stage rattled on and the tailor made girl looked unconcernedly out of the window. The next passenger was allowed to drop his fare unmolested into the box, unconscious of the little comedy that had brought the others to gether in r common interest for a mo ment, and the stage company was still ahead of the game.—New York Sun. AN EVENING WITH DICKENS. How the Great Author and His People Can Be Studied by Literary Clubs. “For an evening with Dickens, " ad vises Fannie Mack Lothrop, writing of “Evenings For Literary Clubs” in The Ladies’ .Home Journal, “one of the items of the programme might be a sketch of his life condensed into about 200 words. The Dickens drawings by Charles Dana Gibson might be cut from The Journal and hung up before the au dience and the story of each character and incident illustrated told. The trial from ‘Pickwick’ could be arranged for individual reading or for a number to take part in it. A bright paper may be written on ‘The People of Dickens’ World.’ In Dickens’works there are 1,550 separate characters, enough to peo ple a whole village. “Some of Dickens’ poems have been set to music—notably ‘The Ivy Green’ —and would make a pleasant feature. Anecdotes of Dickens might be given by ten or a dozen members, each giving one. These might be interspersed through the programme. A member with any cleverness in photography might make a series of Dickens’ lantern slides from pictures in standard editions of the novelist’s works and give a magic lantern entertainment The death of Paul Dombey would make a pathetic reading from‘Dombey and Son.’ Mrs. Jarley’s waxworks, as described in ‘The Old Curiosity Shop,’ could be given with some of the members grouped aS characters in the famous show and des ignated, as Little Nell did, with a pointer. ” The “Gallery Godz.” The frequenters of the lofty gallery of any theater have a good deal to do with the making or marring of any new play. Yet that is not how they acquire their title of "gods. ” As a matter of fact, the origin of the expression is this: Years ago Drury Lane theater had its ceiling painted to resemble a blue sky With clouds, among which white Cupids were flying in every direction. This ceiling extended over the gallery, whose occupants thus appeared to be very near heaven. Hence the expression arose of “gallery gods.”—London Answers. All Quiet There. "I’m glad to know. " remarked Miss Cayenne, "that Mr. and Mrs. Jinkies are living far more happily than they were formerly >* ■ ■ ■ "Indeed?” > “Yes 1 am informed that' they have not spoken to each other for weeks."— London Tit-Bits I. . ’ i * -. Made It Plata. The wise speaker knows that no UIUS i trations arc so effective as those which have to do with familiar, everyday objects. In this rospoct the Great Teacher ret an ’ example for all who should come after ‘ him. How an itinerant preacher in tho Tennessee mountains profited by this ex ample la narrated in Tho American Mis i sionary: A group of young men wcro assembled one Sunday in a grove to hear the preacher when one of them said: “Seo hero, John, why didn't you bring up my rifle when you come to preaching?” “Well, Sam, I ’lowed ’twan't right to 1 bring it up on Sabbath. I mought see a varmint on the road and git a-shooting and forgit it was Sabbath.” I “Huh! There’s no use being so particu lar as all that. I think it’s all right to do little turns of a Sabbath. Even a little shooting won’t hurt if you happen to see game.” The discussion was joined in on either side by those around, and it was finally decided to leave tho question to the preach er. He was called and the case stated. "Look yer, boys,” said he. “S’posin a man comes along here with seven hand some gray horses, a-rldln one and the oth ers a-follerin. You all like a pretty beast, and you look ’em all over. You can’t see ' that one is better than another. They are all as pretty critters as ever were seen - among these mountains, though there will be differences in horses, boys. When you come to know ’em, no two is alike. Well, that man says, ‘Here, boys, I’ll jest give you six of these beasts for your own, ’ and he gits on the other and rides off. I s’pSse now you’d mount your horses and ride after him and make him give you the other horse, or at least let you keep it till your craps was all in. ’’ “No Wo ain’t so ornery mean as all that, preacher.” “Well, ffiar, can’t you let the Lord’s day alone?” A blank look at the preacher and at each other. Then Sam spoke out: “ You’ve treed us, preacher. John, I’m right glad you didn’t bring that gun.” t Mr. and Mrs. Dillon. I made a hasty excursion to France to see John Dillon and his family, who had made a visit to Europe and came as near the mother country as the English author ities permitted him. “Dillon,” says my diary, “looks vigorous and tranquil. He preserves the sweet serenity that distin guished him of old.” I cannot pause on this visit except to note two lessons I got . —one against prejudice, one teaching magnanimity. On Sunday morning Grey and I strolled to tho local church without waiting for Dillon. After we came out we compared notes, and agreed that French women had an unrivaled art of dressing. One petite dame, who knelt before us, was, we agreed, the best dressed woman we had seen for a decade, showing that only tho French, etc. When she walked out of the church, wo discovered that the belle dame was our country woman, Mrs. Dillon. The example of magnanimity was fur nished by Dillon himself. We told him what was being done in Ireland—not only above the surface, but, as wo understood, beneath the surface. “We ought to con sider, ” says Dillon, “that what we call England is tho only country in Europe where the personal liberty of men is se cure. Here we are living under a perpetual spy system. We don’t know that our serv ants are not spies, and it is little better in Germany and Italy. It goes against my conscience to see anything done in the pur suance of our just quarrel which is not done in broad day.” When wo consider that the exile was shut out of his own country by the power he was judging so generously, this was surely finely mag nanimous.—Sir Charles Gavan Duffy in Contemporary Review. The Old Attic. I do not believe that tho modern child knows anything about an attic. The fin de sioclc attic is a respectable place, where boxes are solemnly piled and where moth camphor sheds its fragrance abroad. Our attic was a long, low room, with mysteri ously dark corners, into whose depths we did not penetrate. There was an old hair trunk in one corner that held some of grandmother’s muslin dresses. It was opened only on rare occasions, and I was allowed but a glimpse of the faded beauty within. There was an old spinning wheel where spiders hung fantastic wreaths, and there was a guitar with broken, moldered strings. But the corner where the books were piled was tho spot I liked the best. An old fashioned, tiny paned window let an occasional sunbeam stray across The Ladies’ Repositories and “Saints’ Rests.” There was a fine old elm tree that tapped against the window and sometimes a robin sent a thrill of song into the dusty corners. Just beneath the window seat I used to sit, a small crouched form, bending over a musty volume. But when I wished to read under the most blissful conditions I fortified myself with half a dozen russet apples, whose juice would have given fla vor to a treatise on Hebrew grammar. Now I never seo a russet apple without seeing also tho dim old attic and an utter ly contented child, and I am sure the mar ket women misunderstand my wistful glance, for they draw closer to their bas kets and look at mo in suspicious fashion. —Erin Graham in Lippincott’s. Drove Oxen After He Was Paralyzed. I have heard of many cases of fortitude, but that of “Duke” Joyner excels them all. Charles J. Joyner, during his life time, lived near the head of Crooked Fork valley, in Morgan county. He was a man of powerful physical development—bravo, fearless and of wonderful endurance. He fought on the Union side in the civil strife, and then after the contention was over he married and went to farming. In some way when a boy the title of “duke” was given to him, which ever afterward ho was known by. “Duke” Joyner was a hard worker and a good farmer. Ono day while building an underdrain, assisted by two small sons, he had a stroke of paralysis and was un able to move, but could talk. "Duke” concluded that he would superintend the operation of taking his half dead body homo. He had the two boys put a log chain around liis body. Then he had them put down a couple of planks. Next they hitched the chain to the ox chain and the oxen drew his body up in the wagon. While lying in the wagon tho “duke,” by the use of his voice, drove the oxen to his house. He survived and lived a number of years after —Knoxville (Tenn.) Trib une. 9 The Remnant. Mr. A.—l presume you carry a memento of some sort in that locket of yours? Mrs. B.—Precisely. It is a lock of my husband’s hair. "But your husband Is still alive!” “Yes, str, but his hair is all gone.”— Ijondon Fun. . ... • - LIGHTHOUSE IMPROVEMENT Change* That Been Made In Llghto and Lentet, An article about lighthouses, entitled "The Lights That Guide In the Night," is contributed by Lieutenant John if. Ellicott to St. Nicholas. After telling of the growth in the number of light houses Lieutenant Ellicott says: Meantime the means of lighting were being steadily improved. The open fire gave place to the oil lamp, then a curved mirror, called a parabolic mir ror, was placed behind the lamp to bring the rays together; next, many lamps with mirrors were grouped about a central spindle, and some such lights are still in operation. The greatest stride came when an arrangement of lenses, known as tho Fresnel lens, in front of a lamp replaced the’ mirror be hind it. This lens was rapidly improved for lighthouse purposes, until now a cylindrical glass house surrounds the lamp flame. This house has lens shaped walls, which bend all the rays to form a horizontal zone of strong light which pierces the darkness to a great distance. The rapid increase in the number of lighthouses has made it necessary to have some means of telling one from another, or, as it is termed, of giving to each light its ‘ ‘characteristic. ” Col oring the glass made the light dimmer, but as red comes most nearly to white light in brightness some lights have red lenses. The latest and best plan, how ever, is to set upright prisms at inter vals in a circular framework around the lens and to revolve this frame by clockwork. Thus the light is made to flash every time a prism passes between it and an observer. By changing the number and places of the prisms or the speed of the clockwork the flashes for any one light can be made to occur at intervals of so many seconds for that light. Putting in red pi-isms gives still other changes. Thus each light has its “characteristic,” and this is written down in signs on the charts and fully stated in the light lists carried by ves sels. Thus, on a chart you may note that the light you want to sight is marked “F. W., v. W. Fl., 10 sec.,” Which means that it is "fixed white varied by white flashes every ten sec onds. ” When a light is sighted, you see if those are its characteristics, and if so you have found the right one. MOTHER GOOSE. The Iconoclast Throws a Big Stone at Boston’s Famous Personage. Iconoclastic Boston has decided that if there ever was a Mother Goose with poetical talents—which isn’t likely— she was not the Mother Goose buried in that city and whose grave has for years been haunted by sentimental, patriotic and more or less literary visitors from all parts of the country. It seems that the respectable Mrs. Elizabeth Goose, whom legend credits with the composi tion of all those sprightly lyrics in which, for no very good reason, chil dren are supposed to take such delight, had ’ no more right to a place among America’s eminent women than Jack the Giant Killer has to be included among our famous generals. She lived and she died, and that, except the names of her parents and the fact that she had some children, is absolutely all which is known about her. The story that she wrote, or at least collected, the famous poems is a myth invented by one of the presumably good lady’s descendants. "Mere I’Oye” wife from time out of mind a character in French fairy tales. The name first ap peared in English in 1729, when the prose "Contes de ma mere I’oye” were translated as “Tales of Passed Times by Mother Goose. ” This book became the property of John Newbery of Lon don, the famous publisher of little books for children, and about 1765 he utilized the trade name by printing as a companion book “Mother Goose’s Melodies.” The latter was merely a collection of old English nursery rhymes. From England it came to America and was reprinted by Isaiah Thomas of Worcester, Mass., about 1787, then by Munroe & Fraficis of Boston about 1825, and now by every one. The fiction about Mrs. Elizabeth Goose of Boston was started by John Flint Eliot about 1860, utterly without proof or probabil ity, and has since been repeated, gain ing imaginary details at every stage.— New York Times. - -- K The Queen of Greece. It is said by a lady who recently vis ited Greece and had the honor of meet ing the royal. family that perfect har mony exists between them, and the king and queen arc devoted to their children. The queen is still a very beautiful wom an and the only lady admiral in the world. She holds this rank in the Rus sian army, an honorary appointment conferred on herby the late czar because her father held the rank of high ad miral and for the reason that she is a very capable yachtswoman. The king has a very remarkable memory, an in teresting personality, and is a brilliant conversationalist. He goes about the streets of Athens without any attend ants and talks with any friend he chances to meet. Prince George is very attractive, and his feats of strength, shown often in the cause of > chivalry, are a continuous subject of conversation among the people. A Telling Look. “lean tell a man I like the first tims I look at him.” “Yes,’’rejoinedthe other girl, “your eyes are certainly very expressive.” Os course, the poet was on the right track, but it is woman’s to woman'that really stimulates the crape market.—Detroit Journal The first ingredient in conversation is truth, the next good sense, the third good humor and the fourth wit.—Sir William Temple. There are several “giant bells” in Moscow, the largest, “the King of Bells, ” weighing 432,000 pounds. see THAT THE fASTDRIII (jJW 1 M JFAC-SIMILE AVegc table Prcparationfor As- I SIGNATURE the Stomachs andßowclsdT S OF Opium. Morphine nor Mineral. ■ jg Qjq- rpTTK I WRAPPER I ■ OP EVERT fgftfeT I BOTTLE OF In 1 OTO 0 i $ |UW i Ulilh NEW YORK. M Cmtoria It pot «p in MM-ata bottlm only. 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