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Childlike ignorance.
Laura Jean Libbey, discussing In
Brooklyn her successful appearance
on the stage, said:
"I talk in my monologue about love,
marriage and the other interests of
the heart. On these subjects women,
especially young women, are strangely
lignorant
“They really make me think, you
■know, of the little girl who was asked
'by her teacher:
“ ‘What can you tell us about Solo
mon?’
“ ‘Solomon,’ replied the little girl,
‘was very fond of animals.’
" ‘And how, my dear,’ said the teach
er, ‘do you make that out?’
“ ‘Because,’ answered the little girl,
‘the Bible says he had 500 porcu>
pines.’ ”
COFFEE WAS IT.
People Slowly Learn the Facts.
"All my life I have been such a
«lave to coffee that the very aronia
iOf It was enough to set my nerves
.quivering. I kept gr adually losing my
health but I used to say ‘Nonsense, it
don’t hurt me.’
“Slowly I was forced to admit the
truth and the Anal result was that my
whole nervous force was shattered.
“My heart became weak and uncer
tain in its action and that frightened
me. Finally my physician told me,
about a year ago, that I must stop
drinking coffee or I could never ex
/pect to be well again.
“I was in despair, for the very
thought of the medicines I had tried
so many times nauseated me. I
thought of Postum but could hardly
ffiring myself to give up the coffee.
“Finally I concluded that I owed it
to myself to give Postum a trial. So I
.got a package and carefully followed
the directions, and what a delicious,
nourishing, rich drink It was! Do you
know I found it very easy to shift
from coffee to Postum and not mind
the change at all?
“Almost immediately after I made
the change I found myself better, and
as the days went by I kept on improv
ing. My nerves grew sound and
steady, I slept well and felt strong
and well-balanced all the time.
“Now I am completely cured, with
the old nervousness and sickness all
gone. In every way I am well once
more.”
It pays to give up the drink that
acts on some like a poison, for health
is the greatest fortune one can have.
Read the little book, “The Road to
"Wellvllle,” in pkgs. “There’s a Rea
jion.”
ShouldHe
Have Killed
His Wife?
AMES MACDOWELL,
an American mining
prospector, killed his
wife.
She had fallen
down a 2,000-foot wall
of rock and lay
crushed, but co n -
scious, at its foot.
“For God’s sake
kill me and end my
agony,” she begged her husband.
They were two days’ march from
the nearest help. MacDowell faced a
clear-cut problem of three sides.
Should he sit beside his wife and
let her suffer her torture until death
came? should he hopelessly start
away for assistance, leaving her to
face death at the fangs of the wolves
which were circling about them?
Or should he kill her?
MacDowell, after hours of anguish,
shot his wife through the head.
Is James MacDowell to be con
demned as a murderer or to be ac
claimed as a hero? On this page is
his clean-cut narrative of his ex
perience to guide his judgment. And
here is the scenario of his tragedy:
Among McDowell's intimate chums
Is John Crawford, also a miner and
prospector. Crawford has a pretty
daughter, a bright, vivacious, coura
geous girl of the real northwestern
type. MacDowell has watched the girl
from the cradle up, and when she is
twenty-two he marries her.
He has a rich claim near Castle
mountain, In the British Columbia ex
tension of the Cascade range, and
soon after he is married he decides
to visit It.
The trail leads through a very rough
country, but MacDowell's bride in
sists upon accompanying him. They
have three mules —one for the wife,
one for the husband and one for pro
visions and implements. The moun
tain trails are very narrow and steep,
and one day, as the wife’s mule, which
is somewhat in the lead, suddenly
brays, as if in pain, and the miner,
looking up, sees him rearing on the
very edge of the precipice. Before he
can reach his wife’s side, the mule
has plunged over the edge of the
cliff, carrying the wife with him!
MacDowell follows the edge of the
canyon until he comes to the mouth
and makes his way to the point of the
catastrophe.
He finds the body of the mule and,
50 feet away, the crushed and muti
lated body of- his wife. Every bone
is broken, although her head and face
have somehow escaped serious in
jury. He mixes some brandy and
water and forces it down her throat,
and she revives. She recognizes her
husband and begs him to put her out
of her misery.
MacDowell realizes that her case is
hopeless and that her death can only
be a matter of hours. The nearest
help of any kind is 120 miles away.
In the distance, he hears the howl
ing of the wolves and knows that the
cougar or mountain lion will make
short work of his suffering wife if he
leaves her.
For 36 hours he has had neither
sleep nor food, and he is unable to
maintain the strict watch which will
be necessary to save his wdfe and him
self from the wild beasts of the re
gion.
And all the time his bride of nine
months is begging him to put her
away, to release her from her agon*.
For ten hours he debates whether or
not to yield to her request, and then
decides to do so. He presses his re
•olver against his wife’s head and
Jres.
Then MacDowell faints. When he
recovers, hours later, he covers his
wife’s body with stones, rocks and
grass, and starts for Calgary, where
he gives himself up to the sheriff. He
is tried by a coroner's jury and exon
erated. The terrible experience he
has gone through almost drives him
insane. He becomes a physical and
mental wreck. Now he is haunted by
his deed, and has come to New York
to recuperate.
Did James MacDowell commit mur
der, or not?
“Justifiable in tho Eyes of
God”
By Rev. Madison C. Peters, Pastor of
the People’s Church, Chicago.
THE taking of human life, except in
self-defense, is never justifiable
in the eyes of the law; but con
tingencies sometimes arise where such
an act is justifiable in the eyes of
God. To my mind, the MacDowell
case was one of them.
The fine feelings which every man
has for his fellow man, the still finer
feelings which a husband bears for a
wife, he sacrificed on the altar of love.
James MacDowell did what every
right-thinking man believes ought to
be done in such a case, but which
very few would find the courage to
do.
But though I have nothing but
praise and admiration for this man, I
realize the great danger which lies
in countenancing the deliberate ta
king of human life under any consid
erations.
This same obstacle is met with in
the consideration of another phase of
the same question —the disposition of
the new-born babe who is physically
deformed or mentally deficient. Should
these little ones be put away or
should they be permitted to develop
into lifelong cripples or idiots? If it
were possible to regulate and safe
guard the disposal of the adult who
is suffering from an absolutely in
curable and agonizing disease and the
baby who is born to a life of torture
in such away that it could not be
subjected to abuse, I should be in
clined to say that, in the cause of hu
manity, an end should be put to such
suffering.
I believe the time will come when
the problem will be solved in this
way.
“Right in Theory, Doubtful
in Practice”
By BARONESS BAZUS (Mrs. Frank
Leslie).
I HAD a beautiful young friend, a
sweet woman of strong character,
who listened to her mother’s plead
ings to give her an overdose of
morphine and end her life. The cir
cumstances seemed to justify her. Her
mother was in the last stages of acute
kidney disease. She suffered terrible
agony, and prayed for speedy death.
She begged her daughter to end her
sufferings.
“It will be easy, daughter. Just
give me an overdose of that medicine.
A few more drops of morphine and my
agony will be over,” she said over and
over again.
Well, the daughter yielded. She
ended her mother’s sufferings, and she
believed she had shortened her life
by only three or four days.
Theoretically, I am in favor of end
ing a life whose prolonging means
only misery. But as to its practical
working out I have doubts. For in
stance; Dr. Crippen might set up as a
defense that h- killed his wife because
she was suffering from an incurable
disease and begged him to shorten her
life.
Like hypnotism, it is capable of
good uses and bad, and we have more
reason to fear the bad than to hope
for general benefits from the good. I
have lived long enough and mingled
enough with humanity to have reached
the conclusion that there are more bad
people than good in the world. There
are many persons who, while not bad,
are not actively good, so their influ
ence is the same.
By James McDowell.
lAM a broken man. When I killed
, my wife, my interest In life ceased.
I do not reproach myself now for
ending my wife’s sufferings in the way I
did—l took the hardest part, for the
memory of her passing away is always
with me. Now that I am baring my
soul to the world, I may perhaps find
peace. I have tried everything else,
and have yet to find it.
Fanny was my child-wife. She was
the daughter of my best friend, and I
had watched her and loved her from
her cradle days, and when I married
her I combined the love for a child
with the love for a wife.
At the time of our tragedy we were
about 120 miles from Calgary, the
nearest inhabited place, and were ap
proaching the wildest section of our
journey. We had been riding for four
hours without break, because I want
ed to complete our trip as soon as
possible. Fanny was a few feet ahead
of me, and the pack-mule brought up
the rear.
We were both drowsing In the saddle,
more or less overcome with fatigue
and the Intense heat from which the
heavy woods afforded us little protec
tion, when suddenly I was aroused by
a cry and, looking up, saw Fanny s
mule rearing on his hind legs. I
thought that he had ben stung by a
hornet, and hurried toward him. Be
fore I had advanced a yard, the brute
toppled over the edge of the precipice
which yawned; and disappeared.
I came upon the dead mule first. A
few feet away I found the shapeless
form of my wife —every bone in her
body broken. Het head and face were
not badly Injured. She had fallen
2,000 feet. I pressed my canteen to
her lips, and the brandy and water it
contained brought her back to Con
sciousness.
“Jim,” she moaned, “if you love me,
end my agony!”
I put my head in my hands and
groaned. I knew that it would take
me ten days to bring help from Cal
gary, and I - believed that poor Fanny
could not survive as many hours. I
heard the howling of the wolves, and
the horrible truth that if I left her to
summon help the beasts would make
short work of her came to me so clear
ly that I at once banished the Idea.
I stood by and watched the woman I
loved better than anything else in the
world suffering the tortures of the
damned with not a single chance of
recovery.
Every now and again. Fanny would
lapse into unconsciousness, and dur
ing these periods I would walk up and
down, wondering what course to pur
sue. Should I kill my wife? I felt
that to accede to her request would
be murder in the eyes of men. But
that did not worry me. I was willing
to commit murder to end her terrible
sufferings. But was there the faint
est chance of saving her?- That was
the great point upon which the whole
thing hinged.
Again she opened her eyes. “You
are a coward, Jim,” she said, “or you
would kill me. You know I haven't
a chance to live and I may suffer this
torture for many hours.”
“But, Fanny,” I groaned, “I can’t
kill you. Some one may come along
and we could get you to help.”
“It’s ten days to Calgary. What
chance have I for living that ten
days?” she asked. “I can’t live, any
way. I am all broken inside of me.
You are a coward!”
For five hours this went on. Alter
nately there were spells of conscious
ness in which my wife moaned and
shrieked with pain and reviled me as
a coward, and then came unconscious
ness, during which I saw that pain
still persisted.
At the sixth hour I could endure It
no longer. I kissed her good-by. I
took my pistol and pressed the muz
zle of It against her head. She closed
her eyes and said "fire,” but I had not
strength enough to press the trigger,
and my arm dropped to my side.
“Oh, you coward, you coward!” she
cried.
I walked away that I might think It
out all over again. The same prob
lems presented themselves to me, and
I could see only .the one answer. Death
alone could end my wife's tortures.
Natural death might be delayed for
hours, perhaps even days. There was
nothing at hand to relieve the pain.
If I fell asleep, as I was bound to
sooner or later, we would fall ready
victims to the wild beasts. The wolves
were already closing in on us.
For three hours I debated the ques
tion, and again I decided to kill my
wife. And again I faltered at the last
moment. And so it went on until the
tenth hour.
My wife’s agony seemed to increase.
Finally, I knelt by her side. We prayed
together for the repoee of her soul
and for forgiveness for my act
Then I killed her!
I covered my wife’s remains with
stones and rocks and grass, and re
turned to Calgary. I gave myself up
to the sheriff. A party was made up
to verify my story and to hold the In
quest I was exonerated by the coro
ner’s jury, but it is not within the
power of man to obliterate from my
mind the memory.
—Chicago Examiner.
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Shaking!
Aching!!
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