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A V EXHORTATION.
i, - for to be skilled in making salad.
'T* jfving sweetest song or ballad,
r ;'h?UJ j s is but a hunerv sinner,
Ver -pntiment 'til after dinner.
JW; ' way vou’d find into his heart,
11 „ t verse, but culinary art.
not —Louise Taber.
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Fairy lales.
sat on a low stool facing the
.; s breakfast spread on a great
.I;t* beside him. Beside the egg
. :jl > toast and the glass of milk
~ M vvas The Book, with its cover
~.r -ously decorated in red and
' ii( j i >ned open at the picture of
i ->■ ‘3S. As ha finished the last
“ i butterad toast and began
mOi v
,:. p i.owly on tne egg — one Kept the
alvr.ys for the last— he turned
• meditatively on the nurse,
could one do to grow large
a c. lar-gei as you—large enough to
this big chair?” he wondered,
tiongKfiiHy.
Mary P mr| i on her cap at
mirror. She spoke with difficulty,
otj! ntion on her task.
.‘Ob. oat much and sleep much and
jj e Y pvy cood and obedient.”
-vat and sleep—and be good,”
pari summed up concisely. ‘‘Does it
take long?”
Mat'' turned her laughing eyes on
him, cur: <usly. ‘‘Not very long,” said
gjjp/ “Why does he want to be big,
t wonder?” He reached gravely for
rpj, 9 pook and opened it quite slowly
to the place.
“T should like,” said Paul, “to eat
downstairs, where Simpson waits,
and to go places with —with her, and
to see what happens after she kisses
me good nignt.
••Oh!” said the girl, in an odd lit' 1 e
voice.
He thumbed the pages wistfully.
••I suppose it rather surprised her
—having a little son.” said he. “The
princes in this are all big, and I sup
pose she wouldn't know quite what
to do with me if I went down now —
I wouldn’t — fit in. But I don’t seem
to belong to her up here, somehow.”
Mary dropped upon her knees and
patted his legs comfortingly. They
were rather fine little legs, straight
and shapely, and rosy-brown above
the socks.
"Don’t you now?” said she. Her
eyes grew very narrow and bright as
they always did when she was
thoughtful or cross.
“I tell you! Let’s have a sur
prise?” she proposed brightly.
“A sur-prise! ”
“Something nice when she won’t
expect,” explained the girl. "Shall
,we have it?”
“Yes, let’s!” cried Paul eagerly.
“Is it something about being big and
eating downstairs and being with—
with her? What is it?”
Mary hugged him tenderly. “It’s
sleeping in her very own bed with
her!" she said impressively. “Would
yon like it—just for once! And when
she wakes up she will find you!”
Paul put his arms around her hap
pily. “When—when will it be bed
time, please?” said he.
The boy opened his eyes on a
strange world. Before him stretched
a wonderful view, waving, fluttering
billows of soft blue silk. His little
body was almost buried in downy
sheer pillows. He had never been in
this place before, but somehow it re
minded him of her, perhaps because
the faint, very faint blossomy smell
that she had was here, too. Suddenly
he remembered. He breathed a
quaint little sigh of content; then he
opened his eyes again, amazed. Soft
strains of music were floating in to
him. Very cautiously he pushed back
the curtains and peeped out.
The room was as dainty and blue
as the bed, and was dimly lighted by
a pale blue lamp in the alcove. He
wpt out of the bed scarcely breath
ing, and, half-awed, approached the
window. It was black outside, and
the familiar sky was strangely lit
with many twinkling lights. He was
five years old, and he had never seen
the stars! He dropped down on his
knees and gazed at them estatically.
How pretty—how pretty!” he
tnurmured softly, and then, reinem
bering, he drew a sharp little breath
and added, “How very clever, too!”
Outside the music was running on
dreamily. He scratched his head an
instant, reflecting, and started slowly
for the half-open door in his hare feet
an d pajamas. And so, in his'Journey
°i inspection and exploration, he
came, unheard, upon the two upon
tho stairs—a pale, slim, little face, all
eyes and tiny, quivering lips.
******
‘‘lf only you were not unhappy,”
s &id the man slowly, ‘‘l—why—I
couid bear it then; that would be
enough for me; but —”
H am happy,” said the Princess
tremulously. She raised her roses to
ker lips to hide their piteous trem-
D bng, and dropped her eyes.
Hast week—yesterday, perhaps 1
tfiight have thought otherwise, but to
fiight—to-night, I know that I have
everything—everything my heart de
sires.”
Everything?”
She nodded, her face turned away
to escape the pain in his eyes; her
°wn were very soft and dark and
buying in the half light, and a little
fistful.
’ she repeated, “everything.”
Fhe m an fastened his glove intent
• an d looked off somewhere into
space.
H believe,” he said, grimly, “that
'° u are breaking your heart.”
x °. no,” she cried, softly, “but I
Jb braking yours again. Oh, if I
l fiht make you happy—if I might!”
•Why not?” he asked earnestly,
“Why?”
She leaned over thoughtfully, her
eyes on the people below them.
“You wouldn’t understand,” she
said; but she half closed her eyes
and seemed about to go on, so he
waited quietly.
“When I married,” she said slow
ly, “you—you know the story. We
gave each what we wished and so—
it was not love, you see. We didn’t
even pretend that it was love.”
She looked up, but his face was ex
pressionless and set.
“I loved you,” she went on calmly,
“loved—do you see, but, you didn’t
ask me—then, and Terrinini did. Af
terwards you told me—afterwards,
and so I had that comfort to begin
on. Then—and then my child was a
boy. I didn't want—a boy. I know
nothing whatever about boys, and I
was very young, and so—but, mean
while, I have come to know Terrinini,
and—”
She raised her eyes co his curious
ly, and he winced.
“He’s brave—and big—and true,”
she went on evenly, “and my boy is
growing up. Some day he’ll be a
man. I don’t want the love in his
eyes to change. I want him always
to look at me as he does now. I—”
There was the slightest rustle on
the stairs behind them, and a very
forced cough. They turned their
heads curiously at the sound.
“I beg pardon,” said Prince Paul,
gravely, one hand on the balustrade,
the other nursing a bare foot. “I
think I must have wakened by mis
take. ”
The Princess caught her breath
sharply and held out her arms to him.
“Is it Fairyland?” he asked seri
ously, coming down to them. “I have
never seen things like this before.”
“It is,” said the man, "and how,
will you tell me, did you get here?”
“I don't know. I really shouldn’t
have come, I suppose, I’m so little,
and little people don’t belong to
stories, but —I wanted to be near
you,” he finished sweetly in her ear.
She clasped her white arms around
him, and let her head fall down on
the soft, silvery folds of her gown.
“Boy—boy,” she murmured un
steadily.
ft was a confession of love and a
prayer in one.
The man reached over and caught
the child’s hand. “And now that
you've come—what?” said he curi
ously.
Paul sat thoughtfully pondering
the question.
“It is only for a visit, I guess,” he
sighed. “There is no place, you
known for —for just children. They
don’t count in things at all—they
don’t —”
The man pressed the hand he held
tenderly. “They just do,” he insist
ed. “Fairyland is Childland. Don’t
you know? Fairyland is only for
you—”
“And mother,” said Paul. “For
princesses, too, Your picture is in
my book,” he confided to her in a
w’hisper. “I recognized you. That’s
how I knew you are a princess, and
Mary says it’s true. Princess Terri
nin-i.”
Then he turned politely to the man
and added:
“I expect you didn’t want your pic
ture in? Or maybe you aren’t a
prince? ”
“No,” said the man. “I am not a
prince; I’m afraid I’m not much
you know. I’m —I’m there,
Perhaps you didn’t
I’m the Wicked One.”
“Why, no!” cried Gs/tT wide
eyed. “Are you who kept
the princess in and made
her old and and —?”
“No,” man gently. “I
couldn’t. little prince won her
away got into her heart and
held it against me, and then —and
then even captured mine!’’
Paul wrinkled his forehead,
puzzled.
“I don’t quite remember that
story,” said he.
He lay back comfortably in the
Princess’ arms and closed his eyes
to shut out the glittering lights. Over
his slim white form the man stretched
out his hand and caught the Prin
cess’.
“Good-bye,” he whispered. “I’m
off again. You are happy, I see, hap
pier than I could ever make you. ll’mI —
I’m glad.”
Then she smiled at him. Tears for
him were in her eyes.
But Prince Paul sat up, as he had
turned to go, and held out his hand
to the Wicked One, who arose from
his stair seat.
“I’m sorry you are the Bad Man,”
he said. “I —I rather like you. I —l
suppose, though, you have to be.
They wrote you that way. And I’m
sorry I couldn’t rem-remember the
—the story. I’ll look—it up—to
morrow,” then he turned and smiled
up into the Princess’ soft blue eyes.
“Would you put me—in bed?” he
asked timidly, "and kiss me good
night again—if the others could get
on without you, I mean?”
“They must,” whispered the Prin
cess happily. “They must, for I am
never coming back to them. I am
going to stay always—with you.”
He blinked his eyes sleepily and
pressed his warm little lips tenderly
against hers.
“To-morrow —and to-morrovg —and
to-morrow?” he asked doubtfully.
“For always,” she promised.
Pie closed his eyes sighing, and
smiled . . . and so, in her arms,
she carried him back to the blossomy
b e d. —Fred Jackson, in Black and
White.
In the sandy deserts of Arabia
whirling winds sometimes excavate
pits 200 feet in depth and extending
down to the harder stratum on which
the great bed rests.
THE PULPIT.
AN ELOQUENT SUNDAY SERMON BY
THE REV. EDWARD NILES.
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Theme: Rejoicing in Suffering.
Brooklyn, N. Y.—At the Bushwick
Avenue Reformed Church, the Rev.
Edward Niles, pastor, preached to a
large audience cn the subject: “Re
joicing in Suffering.’’ The text was
from Colossians 1:24: “NowJ rejoice!
in my sufferings for your 'sake, and \
fill up on my part that which is lack- j
mg in the afflictions of Christ in my
flesh for His body’s sake, which is the
church.” Mr. Niles said:
When Paul was converted, Chris
tianity was a Jewish sect unknown
outside of Palestine. When Paul had
finished his missionary tours, he
could say w r ith pardonable exaggera
tion, “The gospel is preached in all
creation under heaven, whereof I,
Paul, was made a minister.” And
how he loved to preach! How he
yearned to bring every one into
knowledge of the truth!
Then' while in his prime, he be
came a prisoner, fettered to a soldier,
any hour liable to execution. He
would be well nigh excusable had he
complained. I never read this verse
without astonishment: “Now I re
joice in my sufferings for your sake.”
He is not submissive. No passivity
lurks in that word “rejoice.” Now
after the flight of years, retracing
his life, he comes to realize that the
tilings for the present grievous never
theless worked out the peaceable
fruits of righteousness. Now, while
Buffering, he rejoices.
No back sight, but present feeling.
Why does he rejoice? Not because
he is glad to have a rest from work.
Not because he is a poser and fishes
for sympathy. It is for the sake of
the church. There, in his cell, lie
can perform what makes the church
happier, more useful, healthier. Each
soldier who mounts guard over him
is a soul for him to save, until the
whole palace garrison talks about
Christ. His presence in the capital
city gives boldness to the brethren.
He has leisure for writing letters to
Epheseus, Colossae, Philippi which
will do good for centuries after liis
preached sermons are forgotten.
So, whether as a minister or a suf
ferer, he fills up what was lacking in
the afflictions of Christ, is a supple
ment to the otherwise incomplete
gospel.
Our text means just that, although
many timid Protestant commentators
endeavor to explain it away.
Wthout Paul, Christ’s sufferings
would have been lacking, Plis coming
to earth a partial failure.
Atonement means at-one-ment be
tween man and God. Our Saviour s
ministry and death brought it about
from God’s side, not from man’s.
The debt sinning humanity owed
was paid by Him, but the debtor
didn’t know it. Jesus lived, preached
and suffered in a little corner of the
world. He never went outside of that
one Roman district on the east shore
of the Mediterranean. Caesar never
so much as heard of him. Purposely
He made His work intensive, training
a few men and women, who did not
fully comprehend Him until fifty days
after His death, that they and those
they inspired might fill up what was
lacking in Plis sufferings for the
world.
Jesus died to save but
He could not save thegSWrld alone.
A thousand people con
verted by PauljygjpPrching to one by
Christ’s. was full of hap
piness, what the condition
of his he realized how essen
to the Son of God. It was
*' r to do- what Jesus had not
jjßreT If he could not do it in one
■way, he would do it in another. Noth
ing was hard with such a stimulus.
Paul far from filled up to the brim
what was lacking, with all his
triumphs. He made a beginning and
every real Christian since has been
adding to Paul’s contribution. Just
so much®self-denying effort must be
actively put forth, just so much pain
must be passively borne for others
before every phase of the redemption
plan is filled out and the great day of
atonement is ushered in, when every
knee shall bow and every tongue con
fess Jesus as the Christ to the glory
of God the Father.
In proportion then, as you do your
part will this kingdom of God be es
tablished upon earth. Yours is the
responsibility for its delay! Chris
tianity is not a means for you to es
cape suffering hereafter, a plan for
you to attain future bliss. It is a
method for you to hasten on the act
ualization of the angel’s song on
Bethlehem’s plains.
Like the greatest of Christians, you
are called to the ministry. A colle
giate education is not required, a the
ological course unnecessary, ordina
tion, a pastorate may be or may not
be conferred upon you. You have a
calling, whatever your means of live
lihood, and that calling is to fill up
what is lacking in the afflictions of
Christ.
Fill up the purse of this church so
far as in you lies. Fill up the pews
of this church by your presence and
persuasion. Fill up the prayers of
saints, those vials of golden incense
which should ever be kept burning
before God. Fill up what is lacking
in Christ’s afflictions for the children
by participation in the Sunday-school
or some branch of young people’s
work.
With you, the work here reaches
nearer the perfect. Lacking you, it
lags. Even Christ is insufficient, mi
nus the weakest Christian.
The Captain of our salvation must
have soldiers of salvation or His or
ders are useless. ‘ The private behind
the gun is as imperative as the officer
beside the gun.
Like Paul, you are called to suffer
ing when it comes to you, Christian,
or if it has already come, don’t bear
it, I beseech you. Rejoice in it. Tra
vail is a part of the new heavens and
new earth birth, wherein dwelleth
righteousness. So much groaning
and travailing in pain must be before
the great day of the restoration of all
things. Whatever you carry means
less pain for others. You are thus a
vicarious sufferer. That made Jesus
perfect. It will you. Holiest of all
joys is the mother’s heartache when
her child is sick, is that which the
father feels when his boy is about to
contest for some great prize in lire,
which the pastor knows as he yearns
Softer a wandering sheep. By bearing
our mutual woes and burdens the
body of Christ is cleansed of spots,
loses its wrinkles, prepares for the
presentation ceremony.
Each member of that body should
supplement its head.
1. As an example. Jesus walks
no longer upon earth. Multitudes
never read from His biography. All
they know about Christ is what they
see in you. You are His substitute as
a pattern. Your holiness incarnate
must so attract them that th’ey will
want themselves to read of and know
Him who is the pattern you are copy
ing. The responsibility would be
crushing, were not v the privilege so
exalting.
2. You supplement His love. Jesus
was the perfect lover, because He
showed no favoritism. He went
among publicans, sinners, lepers and
beggars without slighting the rich
and prominent. He despaired of
neither the drone nor the drudge. He
really meant it when He said. “Every
one is My brother and sister, My fath
er and mother.” He isn’t here now
to tell them He will bear their griefs
and carry their sorrows. You are.
3. You supplement His salvation.
You are the ambassador of goed news,
the missing link between the sinner
and the Saviour. The divine message
must be interpreted by the human
voice. You have that voice. It needs
no training in elocution to repeat to a
dying soul Christ’s promises.
If we identify .ourselves with
Christ’s sympathy for others by our
living and dying for them, His expec
tations of us will never seem despotic
demands, but ever the longing of one
part of the body to help another in its
pain.
Built upqn the foundations of the
prophets and apostles, Jesus Christ
Himself being the chief cornerstone,
you and I are living stones. Just so
many other living stones as we can
bring hastens so much filling up the
required quota of repeated acts fo
self-denial by successive generations
and individuals.
Your work may not “bring forth
the top stone with shoutings of grace,
grace unto it.” It will certainly sup
plement what the cornerstone began.
You can do much by active effort,
by rejoicing suffering, or by both, to
hasten on the final glory of the tem
ple of Cod.
Longing For Peace.
You say that for many years you
have been praying and longing for
peace and abiding rest of Soul, and
that it lias somttimes come for a
while„and then has gone, leaving you
darker than before; and yet you do
not know anything in your life to
keep you from God. You are (all
unconsciously) resting in feelings, not
in faith. Remember that the true or
der of the Christian life is—first,
God’s facts about Christ as our per
sonal Saviour; second, our faith in
Christ; and then, and only then,
thirdly, our feelings or experience as
the result of our faith in God. Now,
if we reverse this order we get into
spiritual difficulty and depression. It
is sometimes said that for one look at
self we should take ten looks at
Christ. I would rather say that we
should not look at self at all, but be
ever occupied xvitli Christ. Rest ab
solutely in God’s Word, and keep in
that attitude of trust, whether you
have any delightful feelings or not.
If, as you say, there is nothing of sin
between you and God, just rest abso
lutely upon His Word; and as you
cling by simple faith to His sirs
promises, abiding peace will surely
come. “Joy and peace in believing.”
—Rev. W. H. G. Thomas, in London
Christian.
Influence.
Influence is to be measured, not by
the extent Qf surface it covers, but
by its kind. A man may spread his
mind, liis feelings, his opinions,
through a great extent; but if his
mind be a low one, he manifests no
greatness. A wretched artist may
fill a city with daubs, and by a false,
showy style achieve a reputation;
but the man of genius, who leaves
behind him one great picture, in
which immortal beauty is embodied,
and which is silently to spread a true
taste in art, exerts an incomparably
higher influence.
Now the noblest influence on earth
is that exerted on character, and he
who puts forth this does a great
work. The father and mother of an
unnoticed family who in their seclu
sion awaken the mind of one child to
the idea and love of perfect goodness,
who awaken in him a strength of
will to repel all temptation, and who
send him out prepared to profit by
the conflicts of life, surpass in influ
ence a Napoleon breaking the v/orld
to his sway.—Channing.
What Led Him to Jesus.
Dr. R. A. Torrey tells a beautiful
story of a man in Chicago who had
a sweet little daughter. He loved
her dearly, but God took that little
child away from him. The house
was so lonely, and he was so angry
against God that vrent up and
down liis room far unto the night
cursing God for having robbed him
of his child. At last, thoroughly
worn out, and in great bitterness of
spirit, he threw himseF on his bed.
He dreamed he stood beside a river.
Across the river in the distance he
heard the singing of such voices as
he had never listened to before. Then
he saw in the distance beautiful lit
tle girls coming toward him. nearer
and nearer, until at last at the head
of the company he saw liis own lit
tle girl. She stood on the brink of
the river and called across, “Come
over here, father.” That overcame
liis bitterness; he accepted Jesus and
prepared to go over yonder where
iiis sweet child had gone.
Vanity Spoils Everything.
Hezekiah “showed them the house
of his precious .things, the silver, and
the gold, and the spices, and the
precious ointment, and all the house
of his armour, and all that was found
in his treasures; there was nothing
in his house, nor in all his dominion,
that Hezekiah shewed them not.”
Let the spirit of display once get
into you, even as a church, and you
may write upon the temple
door. The things to be shown in the
church are the Bible, the altar, the
cross —“God forbid that I should
glory, save in the cross of our Lord
Jesus Christ.” If men come to our
churches and see the precious things,
the silver, and the gold, and the
spices, and the ointment, and see no
cross, they will curse us in the d?y
of aecount. —Joseph Parker.
RUSHING THE SCRAP HERO.
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CONSUMPTION COSTS US A BILLION A YEAR.
Startling Statistics Brought Out at tlic Tuberculosis Congress by Professor
Fisher, of Yale.
Washington, D. C.—Professor Irv
ing Fisher, of Yale University, read a
paper before the International Con
gress on Tuberculosis which created a
decided sensation. Professor Fisher’s
paper was on “The Cost of Tubercu
losis,” and he made the startling an
nouncement that the great white
plague costs in hard cash over one
billion dollars a year.
Fie estimated that consumption
kills 138,000 persons every year in
the United States. This is equal, he
said, to the deaths from typhoid
fever, diphtheria, appendicitis, 'men
ingitis, diabetes, smallpox and cancer
all put together. Then again, he said,
it generally takes three years to die,
during which time the poor victim can
earn little or nothing.
“Five million people now living in
the United States are doomed to fill
consumptives’ graves unless some
thing can be done to prevent it,” de
clared Professor Fisher. “As each
death means anxiety and grief for a
whole family, I estimate that there
will be over twenty million persons
rendered miserable by these deaths.”
The scourge, he said, picks out its
victims when they are young men and
young women, at the very time of life
3125 COAL MINERS LOST LIVES.
Records Show 1907 V/as the Worst Year in History of Industry.
Washington, D. C.—Accidents in
coal mines of the United States dur
ing the last calendar year resulted in
the death of 3125 men, and injury to
5316 more, according to statistics
just made public by the Geological
Survey. The death record among the
coal miners during the year was
greater by 1033 than in 1906, and is
said to have been the worst year in
the history of the coal mining indus
try. The figures do not represent the
full extent of the disasters, as re
ports were not received from certain
States having no mine inspectors.
West Virginia reported the heaviest
death rate in 1907, 12.35 per thou
sand employes, and this State also
showed the lowest production for
each life 105t—65,969 tons. New
Mexico stood next* on the list with a
death rate of 11.45 and a production
of 77,332 tons for each life lost. Ala
bama was third, with a death rate of
7.2 per thousand and a production of
DIVER FIGHTS BEVIE FISH.
Thirty Feet Under Water in Hold of Wreck When Attacked.
Sail Francisco, Cal. —Wrapped in
the tentacles of a giant devil fish,
Martin Lund, a diver employed by
the Coast Wrecking Company, fought
for his life in the hold of the wrecked
steamer Pomona, which lies in thirty
feet of water in Fort Ross Cove off
the Marin County coast.
The devil fish had evidently entered
the vessel’s hold during the night.
Lund had been at work some time
before he was attacked. A giant ten
tacle four inches in diameter first
gripped one leg. Before Lund real
ized what was happening another en
circled his thigh.
~Tlie diver began to chop at the rub
ber-like bonds and at the same time
gave the hoisting signal to the barge
above. Two more tentacles squirmed
MERCURY FOUND BY SURGEON TO CURE TUBERCULOSIS
Washington, D. C.—Physicians and
the laity will be greatly interested in
the result of a series of experiments
made by the navy surgeons recently,
through which they believe they have
demonstrated that mercury is a spe
cific for tuberculosis. The Govern
ment Bureau of Medicine and Surg
ery has published the reports of Med
ical Director C. T. Hibbett and Sur
geon Barton Leigh Wright.
Surgeon Wright, who is the origin
ator of the treatment, says he discov
ered the efficacy of the drug by acci
dent. He was treating a case which
required mercury. The patient was
tubercular as well. To the surgeon’s
astonishment the tubercular lesions
began to heal.
The mercury is administered by in
Rain Storm Uncovers Rich
Placer Pockets of Gold.
San Bernardino, Cal. Jacob L.
Thomason, of San Bernardino, was
prospecting among the old Mexican
placers near Hesperia when he was
overtaken by a furious storm, which
forced him to seek shelter. After a
quarter of an inch of rain had fallen
in less than one hour, throwing the
canyons into roaring torrents, Thom
ason returned to his work. When the
water subsided he found scores of
rich placer pockets, and within a few
hours panned out SIO,OOO in gold.
when they are beginning to earn
money. The minimum cost of doc
tors’ bills, nursing, medicines and loss
of earnings amount to over $2400 in
each case, while the earning power
which might have been if death had
not come brings the total cost to at
least SSOOO for each individual.
If this sum is multiplied by the
138,000 deaths, the cost, it is seen,
is bigger than the immense sum of
81,000,000,000. Professor Fisher es
timated that over half this cost falls
upon the victims themselves, but the
cost to others than the consumptive
is over $440,000,000 a year.
Asa matter of self-defense, he
averred, it, would be worth while to
the community in order to save mere
ly a quarter of the lives now lost by
consumption to invest $5,5 00,000,-
000. At present only a fraction of
one per cent, of this sum is being
used to fight the disease.
Professor Fisher expressed his be
lief that isolation hospitals for in
curable consumptives are the best in
vestment of all, because in this way
the most dangerous consumptives are
prevented from spreading the disease
by careless spitting in their homes
and neighborhood. *
92,535 tons for each life lost. Mis
souri had the lowest death rate, head
ing the roll of honor with .95 and
4 99,742 tons of coal mined for each
life lost.
Statistics do not bear out the pop
ular idea that most mine disasters
result from explosions. Of the total
number reported during the last year,
947 deaths and 343 injuries resulted
from gas and dust explosions, and 201
deaths and 416 injuries were caused
by powder explosions. The chief
cause of death among the miners, the
report explains, was due to the falling
of mine roofs and coal. Such disas
ters caused 1122 deaths and 2141
injuries.
E. W. Parker, chief statistician of
the survey, asserts that much benefit
will result from the action of Con
gress in appropriating sls 0,000 to in
vestigate mine disasters and take
steps to decrease the number of ac
cidents each year.
out of the darkness and one twined
about his neck. As the efforts of the
men on 1 lie surface to comply with
his signal threatened to pull his hel
met off, Lund was forced to signal
them to stop.
With only his left arm free he
hacked at the tentacles until they
were partially crippled, but he was
being drawn toward the fish when he
saw the outline of the body. Plung
ing toward it he drove his knife with
all his force into the head, repeating
the blow until he had slashed it into
sections. In its death throes the oc
topus tightened its tentacles until the
diver was almost crushed in its em
brace,^
Lund finally cut himself free and
was brought to the surface fainting.
jeetion into the muscular tissue in
order to avoid digestive derangement.
Dr. Wright says:
“I am convinced.” he adds, "that
in mercury we have a specific for tu
berculosis, and that the only question
remaining is how long a time will be
required to effect a cure. We follow
the well established rules of treat
ment during the administration of
the drug—open air, rest, proper food
in abundance, sanitation, personal hy
giene and selection of climate.” Sur
geon-General Rixey declines to com
ment on the tests.
Of course it is not claimed by Dr.
Wright that the new treatment will
restore the lost lung tissue, but where
there is enough lung tissue to support
life hebelieves the victim can be saved.
Kansas 3lastodon Tusk
Crumpled When Found.
Concordia, Kan. A large
tusk, seven inches in diameter, wa
found near here in a bed of clay. The
find was made by Frederick Dutton,
who was canoeing in the river. The
tusk crumpled into small pieces when
taken out, but parts of it were
brought here, and Mr. Dutton will
make a further search for the skele
ton of the ma'stodon, which is believed
to be buried in the bed of silt and
clay. Years ago the lower jaw of a
mastodon was found in this district.