Evening Star Newspaper, November 10, 1894, Page 23

A MEMORIAL CHAPEL Erected as an Addition to Howard University — + IN HONOR OF ANDREW EVARTS RANKIN Ft Will Also Contain a New Library Room. A SKETCH OF MR. RANKIN T H IDEA OF erecting a chapel for Howard University was suggested to Mrs. Rankin (now Mrs. H. O. Cushman of Boston) the first year of Dr. Rankin's presidency here, in 1800. She at once pledged the sum of $5,000 toward it on condition that it should be a memor- jal to her husband, the presideat’s only brother, Mr. Andrew Evarts Rankin, late of St. Johnsbury, Vt. Other improvements in buildings for the use of the university have occupied the attention of the trustees, so that they have not been ready for this one, until the present year, though they accepted her proposition at once. These new structures are a hall for the law department and an operating thea- ter for the medical. Both of these have been completed. Meantime, however, funds have been so- Mcited from persons and churches in the Rorth toward the erection of this chapel, and at their last semi-annual meeting the trustees authorized the erection of the structure; devoting also 35,000 lately be- queathed to the university by Mr. John Henry Stickney, late of Baltimore, to this purpose. ‘The building is of brick, purple slated roof, with tower and gables of brown tiles, and has been erected in a substantial and workmanlike manner under Appleton P. Clar«, jr., architect, and Mr. Henry F. Getz, contractor. On the southeast corner of the tower it has a stone shield with the name of Mr. Rankin cut upon it, and will have memorial windows dedicated to some of the more generous patrons; notably te David Livingstone, because of gifts from Congregational churches in England, Wales and Scotland; and John Henry Stickney, as well as to several churches, such as the Tabernacle, Rev. Dr. Taylor, New York, ‘The Chapel. and the Central, Providence, also to Al- ion P. Nichols of Haverhill, and N, O. ver of Boston, Mass. Beneath the main hall of the chapel a new library room, wholly above ground, and with excellent light from the west and south. This room ts to receive the name of Mr. C. P. Huntington, who has pledged $1,000 toward the building, and who, also, assisted in the erection of th» new law hall. In honor of Mr. Huntington, too, one of the Jaw professorships Is called by his name. Names of other generous donors, also, are to be attached to various alcoves !n the Ubrary. This new chapel was especially necessary for all public occasions, when the chapel in the third story of the main building ts ‘usually crowded to overflowing, and for the accommodation of Sunday worshipers. Its erection also relieves that story of the burden of accumulating volumes lately added to the library by the generosity of Congress. and puts them in a building that is almost fireproof. The style is Gothic, finished within on the timbers, and it ts in every way highly creditable to all con- cerned in Its erection. The building com- mittce were F. H. Smith, Geo. W. Balloch and J. B. Johnson. It is a coincidence in names that the name of Andrew Evarts Rankin should be on the chapel and that of Mr. Wm. Evarts should be on the new law buliding. Mr. Rankin was named after the father of Mr. Evarts. This father of Mr. Evarts was Jeremiah Evaris, at one time the eminent secretary of the American board, and at that early day a warm anti-slavery man. A Sketch of Mr. Rankin. Andrew Evarts Rankin, LL.B., was born in Salisbury, N. H., June 8, 1831, being in his fifty-sixth year January, 1887—at the time of nis death. His father, Rev. Andrew Rankin, was a Congregational clergyman. His boyhood was spent in South Berwick, Me., Concord, N. H., and Chester, Vt. Later he was a short time employed in a store in Springfield, Vt, and while there he de- termined to acquire a liberal education. A quick scholar, he easily and rapidly fitted for college, entered Middlebury in 1850 at the age of nineteen, maintained an honorable sition in his class and graduated in 1854. tt was while In college that he began that wide course of English reading whicti he continued through life. During the following four years he taught, first at Abington, Mass., and then at Sanbornton, N. H., and New York city, and finally, in 1858, he went to St. Johnsbury as the first principal of the Union School. Thoroughly equipped for his work, he proved as a teacher careful and The Memorial Tablet. painstaking and was very successful. Re- tween 1855 and 1864, besides teaching, he studied law in the office of Stoddard Colby Montpelier and at the Harvard Law School, Cambridge, Mass., where he gradu- ated in 1861. It was while thus engaged that it became evident that trouble with his eyes would prevent the close and continued application necessary to the following of the legal profession in regular practice, and in 1864 he « ted che position of clerk of the Caledonia county court, which he vela at the time of his death. Though his afffiction pre- vented his entering the arena of public life and competing for the higher places in the profession which he was qualified to fill, his exceptional abilities and ripe scholarship were by no means unrecognized, and he was frequently called from his desk to fill higher Positions, always acquitting himself with onor. While enjoying a trip abroad with his wife and friends he was tendered by President Grant the position of American consul at Messina, a position that might have been accepted had he been at home and able to give the matter the careful con- sideration that was then impossible. As a teacher Mr. Rankin was thorough, ingenious end inspiring, and always at- tracted to himself the confidence and rever- ence of his pupils; as a public official he was prompt, able, intelligent and rigidly conscientious and exact in the discharge o every duty; In the intimacies of private life he was distinguisaed for his thoughtful re- gard of those neare.t him, spending much time delightfully with his wife and children in literary and general study; in ell di- rections advancing in knowledge aad ar- Gently seeking ther advaacement; in his official relations to all who sought his ad- Vice he was a disinterested and sagaciou: THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1894-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. counselor; while as a referee in cases of [pe onionns contested interest gored fear- jess, independent and impartial; no man in trouble ever looked to him to be disap- pointed. More recently Mr. Rankin bad been identi- fled with the monetary institutions of St. Johnsbury, serving as one of the board of trustees of the Passumpsic Savings Bank since 1878 and as director in the First Ne- tional Bank since 1884, proving a wise and safe counsellor and a man of sound judg- ment in financial affairs. Of late years his time had been largely occupied as referee in cases at law, a position his knowledge of law, conscientiousness and independence well fitted him to fill with satisfaction to all concerned. At the time of his death he was referee in at least thirty cases. A Thoro' Seh But Mr. Rankin was pre-eminently a scholar. Said he to a friend but a fe days before hiz death: “The greatest en- Joyment of my life is to be surrounded by my family and my bcoks; bringing into the family circle any author we will, and to- gether enjoying nis companionship and his thoughts.” Authors were like old friends to him, and .he talked of them and their works of friends. An acute critic, local and metropolitan papers often contained exhaustive and scholarly criticisms of cur- rent literature from his pen. This knowl- Andrew Evarts Rankin. edge of literary affairs and bis comprehen- sion of books énd the writers of books was specially remarkable, inasmuch as a large portion of his knowledge was necessarily gained by hearing books read by others, as the condition of his eyes did not at all times admit of continuous reading. Fortu- nately, however, in his pleasant home he found ‘congenial spirits, whose greatest de- light was thus to conirtbute to his pleas- ure, and the happiest hours of his life were spent with wife and children, who were so dear to him. Between himself and his brother, Rev. Dr. J. E. Rankin, the well-known Congre- gational divine, there existed the closest bonds of union and sympathy. In 188i they traveled together through Europe, and were as one in their tastes and habits of thought. This Intimacy, beginning with boyhood, continuing through college Hie, when they were room-mates together at Middlebury, where Dr. Rankin was tutor, while the younger brother was pursuing his studies, was never broken until death sev- ered the ties that bound them together. Mr. Rankin married October 11, 1869, Isabel E., second daughter of the late Judge L. P. Poland, who, with three of the children bern to them, survives him. The relations that always existed between Judge Poland and Mr. Rankin were of the most intimate character, and could hardly have been more so had he been the judge's own son. The confidence reposed In him by Judge Poland was shown from the fact that by the judge's will Mr. Rankin became one of the executors of his large estate. > DISTRUST IN WASHINGTON. An Amusing Account of How Prof. Henry Fell Under icion. Noah Brooks in the Century. It is impossible in these days, so remote from the excitements of the civil war, to give readers of the later generation any adequate idea of the uneasiness that per- vaded Washington, or of the morbid sen- sationalism which characterized the coaver- sation and conduct of the loyalists who were constantly haunted by suspicions of secret plotting all about them. ne even- ing, while 1 Was sitting with the resident in his cabinet, Prof. Henry, thea in charge of the Smithsonian Institution, came in for a social chat with the President. The conversation ran upon various unimportaat themes, and presevily a card was brought in by the doorkesper, who said that the man in waiting was ‘extremely urgent to see the President, as he had matters of pressing importance to communicate. He was brought into the room and proved to be a modest shopkeeper, whose home was not far from the Smithsonian Institution. Glancing. uneasily at the Presideat’s two visitors, whom he evidently did not know, he said his business was very important and should be kept secret. The Presid2nt assured him that Prof. Henry and inyself were to be trusted with any business cf state, however secret it might be, an¢d fally encouraged his visitor to sp without fear of being betrayed in case the weighty matter which he carried in his mind was of an explosive character. The man then went on to say that he had fre- quently observed lights shown from one of the towers of the Smithvonlan Institution late at night. He had noticed that these lights invariably made their appearaace about the same time (at midnight) and he was confident that the person displaying them wus carrying on a contraband corre- spondence with the rebels by means of siz- nals. The President, with great gravity, closely examined the witness, but elicited nothing more from him than the fact that the lights were actually shown. The President said, “Do you suspect any- body in the Smithsonian Institution?” “No,” replied the witness, “I do not know anybody inside of that institution. But I have heard that Prof. Henry is a southern nan and a rebel sympathizer.” With that the President turned to Prof. Henry, and, with admirable command of countenance, sald: “This 1s Prof. Henry, perhaps he will be able to answer for him- self.” The look of dismay on the coun- tenance of the visiting witness was so grotesque that the President could not re- strain his laughter. Prof. Henry, who was somewhat disturbed by this expression of suspicion on the part of the well-meaning but mistaken Unionist, very briey disposed of his tale. He explained that the scientific instruments used to ascertain the direction and force of the wind, temperature, etc., were examined at certain hours of the day and night for the purpose of taking their record, and that the supposed signal light in the Smithsonian tower was the lantern car- ried to the observatory at midnight by the attendant who made those observations. Somewhat crestfallen, the visitor withdrew, the President thanking him for his vigi- ance and well meant promptness in report- ing this Incident, and adding, as the man departed, “If you should see any Indications of a rebel conspiracy in Washington, you will do the country real service by report- ing at once to headquarters.’ toe Phonetics. From Truth. A lonely young matden from Clyde, As an actress, her fortune once tryde; But hadn’t the To face the bad Incl Of the show, so she sat down and cryde. pieek A youth, far out on the ocean, Grew il! from the ship's rocking mocean. With a sigh and a crigh And a tear In his igh, Of Iiving, he gave up the nocean, T wooer, As Into a passion he’ throo’er. But it makes her heart ache To have him her ring tache, And then send his lawyer to soo'er. Once during a certain king’ A youth loved a maiden 1 In a fight, fell the lad, Which was really too bad, For his death drove the maiden Inseign. pocantntiralioes Sr aracasizionas Cleaning Pots and Pans, A woman naturally hates to clean up a bread or cake bowl after the dough has got hard. They should be cleaned as soon as used, but If necessary to leave them for a time, run the tray or bowl full of cold water and let it stand so. When you get ready to clean It the dough will be in the bottom of the utensil as a general thing, and you will only have to rinse and dry it. The same is true of kettles and skillets. I do not approve of setting any uteusii aside when the dishes are washed, for if you keep an oyster shell with a thick smooth edge at hand you can clean the roughness out of anything in half a moment, but if you don’t want to do it just then, you will find that an {ron pot in which potatoes have burned to the bottom, or a skillet in which meat or gravy has simmered to a crust, will be easy enough to clean, after standing an hour or two filled with cold water. EASTERN JUGGLERS Some Explanation of the Miracles They Apparently Perform. MARVELOUSLY RAPID SLEIGHT-OF-HAND They Make Trees Grow and Per- sons Vanish From Sight. - THE GREAT ROPE TRICK From the London Spectator. Mr. Walter Pollock's explanation of the great Indian rope trick, as offered in the Pall Mall Gazette, does not seem to us to explain much. With his general theory, or apparent theory, that the Asiatic “mira- cles” of juggling are merely juggling tricks, akin in every way to the tricks which Mr. Maskelyne performs in London,’ we are disposed to agree, and, indeed, we can ourselves explain one if not three of them, often described as if they were super- human. But there is a remnant, never- theless, which is not completely accounted for, and among them is the trick which Mr. Pollock despises, and which Mr. Mas- kelyre, if he could learn the secret, would make a fortune out of. Reputed Miraculous Tricks. Whatever its origin, the awe certainly ex- ists, and tends, about juggling as about everything else, to the accumulation of legend. It is assumed that certain feats have been performed for thousands of years, which is true; that they cannot be performed in Europe, which is imaginary, and that in certain details they are mirac- ulous, or outside natural means, which, in the present state of the evidence, is pure assumption. The writer, for example, has seen three of the reputed miraculous tricks —the creation of the dwarf mango, the sit- ting in the air and the disappearance of a living being from a basket in a place where trap-doors, concealed exits or collusion were all alike physically impossible. In the first place, the juggler, one of the hereditary caste, did undoubtedly make a leaf spring out of the ground; did make it grow into a dwarf mango, and did hand a mango from it to be eaten. It looked wonderful because of the apparent simplicity of the juggler; but he performed his feat in four processes, and between each he shook out his chudder, or muslin wrapper, so that it passed for an instant between the specta- tors and the plant. The writer had no doubt then, and has no doubt now, that this was done not to con- cea! anytning, but to distract attention mo- mentarily, that the first leaf, the upgrowth of leaves, the dwart mango and the mango on It, were ail of wax or other carefully made imitation, and that the whole “mir- acle’” was marvelously rapid sleight-of- hand. There was nothing ir it at all which Mr. Maskelyne could not do; for the jug- gler, though he had no sleeves, had a tur- ban, .and the performance was decidedly less inexplicable than one carried through by a French jugg'>r in the hall of the Hotel de la Poste at Geneva. This performer put a five-franc piece of the year 18% on a plate, promised to replace it by any five- franc piece asked for, and did replace it by a five-frane plecr of the first republic w twenty pairs of eyes were staring at the plate. The writer, who held the plate and furnished the first five-franc.piece, was cer- tain that he had never taken his eyes off the coin, and was, of course, a mere victim to his foolish certainty. His attention had been distracted, as in the case of the man- go, though by some infinitely more delicate | method. Sitting in Air. In the cxse of the sitting In air the writer has no certainty. The performer, a woman, certainly seemed to defy the laws of gravi- tation, sitting two feet from the ground in open sunlight, with her wrist on the hilt of an ordinary sword. It ts possible, how- ever, lightly as she was dressed, that she was sitting in a loop of wire attached to the sword hilt; and she certainly never breathed. We believe the explanation to con- sist in a long-practiced habit of holding the breath, which, as we have been told, light- ens the body, and in some art of remaining absolutely motionless for a certain number of seconds. I. was the opinion of a profes- sional man present that the woman was in a trance, but there was certainly nothing miraculous about the feat, though it seemed ax the moment nearly inexplicable. ‘As to the third trick, the vanishing, the writer 1s certain. A juggler stepped, at Madras, on the deck of a Peninsular and Oriental Company's steamer and offered the company assembled, who were lounging about highly bored by the old method of if they would subscribe, to show coaling, them something better than common jug- gling. The collection, of course, was forth- coming at once; he cleared a space on the deck and told his wife to lie down. The young woman, who may have weighed seven stone, but more probably six, laid down and her husband placed over her a shallow, flat basket with a handle at the back, exactly resembling the baskets used for Vegetables in East Anglia, and called a “frail,” Then, with a light and graceful gesture, he took up the basket and laid tt down two or three feet off. The woman had vanished and the audible amazement seemed deeply to gratify the juggler. Unfortunately the writer, essentially an awkward man, in stepping back stepped onto the edge of the “frail” and heard a little cry of pain. The whole thing had been « plece of superb acting. The young woman had learned to hook herself with her fingers and prehensile toes into the strong matwotk forming the top of the frail, and the husband, a slight but power- ful man, had learned’ to lift her as if he were lifting but the basket. The writer, of course, said nothing about his awkward- ness; the juggler, after one savage glance, said nothing efther, und only two years ago the case was quoted as one of those only seen in India, and which, owing to a total absence of machinery, could not be explain- ed away. Buried Alive. There remain two other “miracles” at least still to be explained. One ts the self- interment practiced by some Brahmins,who are revered as saints in consequence, The writer has never seen this, but he inquired {nio it once very carefully at Benaros,cross- examining, among others, the well-known English pundit, Dr. Ballantyne, to whom no native told Mes, and he has no doubt that on two or three occasions old Brah- mins have descended Into a prepared grave or underground cell and have remained there for forty days at least without ap- parent means of obtaining food or drink. How that feat is performed he has no idea. It cannot be a mere trick, for the whole business has been watched by Europeans, and {t cannot be a mere case of lengthened abstinence like the one shown at the Aqua- rium and in Jtaly, for though, as medical records show, a human being can survive without food’ for an astonishing length of | time—a convict at Ipswich was more than forty days dying—he cannot survive with- out water. He goes mad, to begin with. ‘The only possible, or rather the only prob- able, explanations, therefore, are that a few Brahmins know of a drug which in- duces protracted catalepsy, a conceivable solution, or that no Brahmin performs the feat who cannot, like the Col. Townshend of a hundred years ago, will himself into a cataleptic trance and repeat this as often as his vitality will admit. It is a very won- derful performance, worth more attention than it has received, but it Is a most in- frequent one, and close scrutiny is a good deal {nterfered with on the part of In- dians “by superstitious dread, and on the part of Huropeans by a horror of doing anything which either in native belief or in reality would lead to the experimenter’s death. The sudden opening of the grave might do that, as well as rouse a whole district into one of those awful bursts of fanatical fury which no sane man or good men will venture to stir up. There remains Mr. Pollock's case. There is no doubt whatever that the Emperor Je- hangeer belleved he saw a Hindoo throw a rope into the alr, run up it and disappear Into space. The emperor was a distinctly able man; he was a Mussulman, hating such tricks of the devil, and he had no con- celvable motive for telling lies. There is no douct, either, that Indians of high re- pute affirm that they have known the feat to be performed, or that here and there is an Anglo-Indian of unblemished character for veracity who will testify to having seen oT the performanee’ with his eyes. The writer never met one, bit Mr. Pollock has, and here is his account and explanation: Climbing the Mugie Rope. “One day, by the merest chance, I was fortunate enovgh to meet an Anglo-Indian who had himseif seen this marvel. As he told the story to us it was simply stagger- ing. He had sden the rope flung up, he had seen the man cjimpb up it, he had seen both disappear; that ts, as he told the story, it seemed that in'the bright sunlight the rope had been flung up to the point of vanish- ment, a man had@ also climbed up to the point of vanishment, and the man and the rope were not seen again. I confesa that for @ moment such saowledge as I have of the art of conjuring deserted me; but I recover- ed myself, and putting such questions as a barrister’s training teaches him, I arrived at these facts without alarming or hurting the feelings of my informant. “The result of my question was this: The performance did take place in the open air. ‘The open air was a‘Torded by a courtyzrd of the kind described in ‘Pickwick.’ There was a dim twilight, the courtyard was light- ed by torches, from which arose a thick smoke; and my informant told me that it was impossible, for those reasons, to fol- low the movements of the man who climbed the rope for more than two-thirds of the way, and I leave the inference—it was ob- vious enough—to people who are not besot- ted with the notion of an impossible magic. Should such people have even doubts, 1 imagine that if they submit the facts to Mr. Maskelyne, he will confirm me in my opinion.” Where fs the explanation? Mr. Pollock does not say or suggest that the rope was caught and fastened, and if it was not the “miracle” remains as inexplicable as ever. A man can no more go up two-thirds ef a rope flung into the air, or, for that matter, two feet of it, than he could go up its whole length, or a mile into the heavens. Mr. Pollock forgets that the vanishment is’ not the whole of the miracle, but a bit of it, the first bit and biggest bit being the ascent of @ rope without an end—a sheer impossibill- ty. His friend, of course, may have seen a mere trick of acrobatism, though the nar-a- live does not suggest it, but it is quite cer- tain that the Indian accounts indicat» mere than this, and that, in particular, any one who had played such a trick on the empe- ver would have lost his head in five min- utes, Perhaps an Optical Delusion. If the performence was ever witnessed at all by anybody some explanation different from that would seem to be imperative. For our own parts, we do not believe that any- body ever saw it, and that the one or two, including the emperor, who thouglit they did were victims of a suggestion transmit- ted to the brain by a hypnotizer who had, uncensciously to themselves, mastered them. It is, however, just conceivable that there ts a physical explanation. It is just possible, though most improbable, that one of the juggling families has discovercd the secret oF projecting a picture on a fora thing actuaily dene here in London—and projects a picture of a man climbing on to a column of whitish smoke, which, with all eyes staring upward, would conceal the fail of a thin rop2. It is difficult imagine such a discovery in native hands; but it may have occurred, and if it did, it would be handed down for generations without spreading, and it would explain pretty com- pletely what as yet remains the least ex- plicable of the “marvels of the east." — a ROW AT BRIDGE Ss WAKE, The Willlamses, Deprived of a Drink, Took the Corpse With Them. York Id. his crowd i$ tgo mean even for a corpse to be with. I, never si such a wake. Help me with the bedy, ‘Billy,’ and we'll take her out. If Bridget was living she'd biush to have her dead body sit in company with such « mean, lot. Mrs. William M., Williams and her inebri- ated husband thereupon took the cofin and | began to carry’ it away from the wake. | That was more than the guests would have, nd there was a free fight, which lasted several minutes. The Williams family were eventually ejected; and then arrested by three policemen"who heard the row. All hands repajrad to the police station and saw the, Williams family safely put in cells. Then they returned, replaced the cof- on the trestles and re ed the | where it had been so rudely interrupt | broke up very iate yesterday m.o | there was no more fighting, although a few satirical remarks were made by friends of the d liams family weren’t invited, any- aid. The wake was that o: . surke, and it was held at the cor |Rer of Manhattan avenue and Java sureet, | Greenpoint. She n Washerwoman, forty | Years ola, far from prosj but with a | Sreat many friends and retatives mcst of Whom gathered to do the last honors to her body. Wake Manager Keady Foresaw It. Patrick Keady was the minager of the wake. He has charge of many Greenpoint affairs of this kind, a manager who can di- rect a wake without friction and send all the guests home with enough to drink, bat still in a peaceful mood being a good deal of a rarity. At only one-third of Mr Keady’s wakes ae there «ny fights, and hardly ever is one of them raided by the police, so tactful and dipton is hi When Wake Manazor Keady saw the Williams family, he whispered to one of the guests e going to get all the liquor they can, and when it’s all gune they're go ing to kick up a row because they invited.” he first four ~ounds of the whisky partaken of by the Williamses, who, er, Kept nudging each other and whispering. But after that Wake Man: er Ready, cting their good faith, and dis: liking to divert any more aicohol, gave the order that in passing the bottle the Wil- liamses be skipped. Patrick Kelly, who sat on Mrs. Williams’ left, took the bottle when it came to him, helped himself to a hearty . and then pointedly leaned over the Wiiliainses and handed it to Mrs. O'Connell. ‘The Williams es, who sat between Kelly and Mrs. O'Con nell, made an ineffectual grab for it, but it eluded them. Resented the Slight. Williams rose in his wrath and spoke “Well, I'M be good and weil gormed if thi isn't the meanest lot of scarecrows I ever sat with. Did you see that, Annie? “Did 17” screamed his wife, “and 1 think i did. Here are we, the best friends the corpse ever had, and they leave us out of the drinking.” “You weren’t invited,” put in Wake Man. ager Keady, “amd if you don’t Ike the way the whisky bottle circulates, you can go.” “Did you hear that, Annie?” exclaimed Williams. Then, seeing that the fightin; blood of the crowd was up, he added: “Let’ go. I know where there's a wake on that's better than this. it’s twins.” “Where's your manhood, ‘Billy?’ " sneered his wife. “Go agwl jeave the corpse with a crowd like that? Bridget was a decent wo- man, and it's her ghoast that would haunt us if we left her with such folkses. Let's take her with us,” o Then began the fight, which preceded the arrest of the Wililants family. —__~-+ e+ —___ A JAPANESE BABY. eren’t bottle A Native Expression Which Had Lost Its Origmmal Meaning. A gentleman fo-merly in the service of the United States navy married a Japanese beauty a few years-ago and settled down to domestic life in thé land of the rising sun. Only a few months ago an old chum of his, an officer on one of our ships of war now stationed in’ Japanese waters, went to call upon him at his house in Nagasaki. While waiting in the room which might correspond to the parlor in this country, he heard the prattle of a child in the adjoin- ing apartment. Said the youngster: “Who is the foreign devil that has come to see papa?” “Hush!” said the nurse. “The gentleman might overhear you, He 1s a fellow-coun- tryman of your father’: “Well, papa is a foreign devil, too.” This incident would seem to show that certain colloquial phrases have survived the feeling of hatred for forelgners which the Japanese abandoned so many years ago, ee Very Kind to Him. From the Woonsocket Republie. “Tommy. Wing’s mother Is awfully good and kind to him.” Mamma—‘What has she done that is so thoughtful?” “Let him have measles just the very day school began.” 23 DUEL BETWEEN LIONS. A Death Struggle Fiercely Feught in e Forest. From the Globe-Democrat. “On our return trip to the coast,” a trav- eler in the foothills of the Andes relates, “I saw a thrilling incident of life in the South American forest, 4 fight to the death between two big pumas. Those great beasts are fierce, hard fighters at all times against a common enemy, but it is only during the mating season that the males fight among themselves, and when they do the contest means death to one or both of them. “For strength and courage they are the equals of the African lion or the tigers of the Indian jungles. “We were making our way down a nar- row wooded ravine in the fvothills of the Andes, and had stopped for our midday meal on the bank of a small mountain stream of clear water. After we had fin- ished the meal I lay down for a short rest, but in less than five minutes I was aroused by the most terrific ro: ring, snap- ping and snarling of wild beasts I had ever heard. “ “Pumas, and there’s going to be a fight,’ sald our guide in a whisper. “It was not difficult to locate the animals. ‘They were not more than 100 yards sway and by creeping through the brush as quiet- ly as possible we were able to get near = to see the fight without disturbing them. “When we caught sight of the two ant- mals they were crouching close to the ground, facing each other, in a small space under some large trees. They were the finest specimens of the puma I ever saw. The Cautious Combatants. “They were probably 5v feet apart, and as they crouched there glaring at each oxher they looked like giant cats about to spring .on their prey. Pugilists never sparred with greater caution than did those big brutes, Their tails were switching back and forth, and their eyes were like bulls of fire. Slowly they moved around jn a circle, all the time cautiously getting closer and closer together. “It was evident that each was waiting for the other to make the first lead. For more than ten minues they watched and waited. The roaring and snarling we had heard when they first met had ceased. They "nade no sound now as they watched for a chance to spring. “Our own nerves were trembling under the strain, when at last the two great beasts rose in the air at the same instant and, like catapults, came together with a thud that could have been heard 200 yards away. “They dropped to the ground and for al- most ten minutes all we could make out was two great brown bodies rolling over and over in a death struggle. They made no outery of any kind, but every few sec- onds we could ‘hear their powerful jaws come together with a snap lke the closing of a well-oiled steel trap. “Finally they began to weaken, and as their struggles grew less violent we could see that both of them were covered with blvod, while thelr fesh was torn to shrels. In tive minates more the fight was over and the two giants of the forest were stretched out at full length on the ground, clasped fn cach other's limbs, just as two fu) kittens sometimes ie down together They struggled feebly a little ioager and then both of them lay perfectly still. Both were dead when we got to them, and I never saw animals so torn to pieces. The | entrails of both were torn out and scattered over the sround where they had fought, and in their necks were great ragged holes, from which the blood had flowed in streams while they were still fighting. They each had a score of wounds that would have ro any animal with less tenacity of ae + 2+ ___ ZOLA FEELS NERVOUS At the Thought ef Leaving France to Visit This Country. Parts Cor. New York ‘Tiny “Je ne dis pas non! “I don’t say no!” It was thus that M. Zola replied when asked if, after the completion of the two books on Rome and Paris, upon which he is about to begin, he would think of raking a visit to the United States and giving one the treai of reading his impressions on the new world, he who has dons se much toward the portrayal of social life in the old. T don't say no!" repeated the author Lourdes,” looking fixedly at the inte - e7. “I should like to, but we French , do not care to travel. Yor my own pert, the idea of a voyage to America frigitens me. , We are not travelers, and the fact is to be greatly deplored. We French are a strange people, and whenever any one re- proaches us with always staying in our country, we inevitably reply that France ts enctgh in tself. It used to be the same thing with foreign languages, and our de- feat in 1870 is, in some me: due to our ignorance of foreign to! g » when I was at college, the students took a pleasure in refusing to learn any other language than French. It was considered ‘chic’ to pay no attentio: to the professors of for- eign tongues. Of course, this has ail chang- ei now, but it remains, nevertheless, a fact, and the most studious young men of my time refused to trouble their minds with arything but French. I was not different from the others. I feel profoundly ignorant rot to be able to understand, for instance, the English language, and not to be able to read the articles published about me and my works in the American and English pa- pers. I am more fortunate with Italian, thanks to the first twenty years of my life spent in Provence, in the south of France, and to'my knowledge of Latin, but, al- n I am the son of an Italfan, T cannot that language. All I can do, and I le to do that slowly and even with uity, is to read Italian books and news- rs, but I cannot speak, nor can | under- tand when anybody speaks tome. When I arrive in Rome I shall have to speak French. Oh! 1 an: profoundly ignorant.” : eee ANIMALS AND HUMAN SPEECH, A Cat and Dog That Understood What Was Said. From the New York ‘Times, lady in Thomastown, Ga., has a cat named Fannie, of whom she is very fond. Wannie had three little kittens, and the ther day her mistress said to the servant: ‘L can’t keep all those kittens; I must have them drowned.” Fannie was in the kitchen and she trotted right away to her family. The next day she and the three kittens were missing. Several days after Fannie appeared without her kittens. Her mis- tress caught her up and stroked her fur. ‘Paunie,” she sald, “go right and get your «ittens; they will be starved.” Within naif an hour the cat was back with her wittens, and nothing more has been said about drowning them. Your editor, too, knew a fine old dog, a reat, shaggy shepherd dog, whose name was Diogenes, He lived on a farm in the vestern part of this state, and for years w a very useful member of the house- nold, driving the sheep and cows to pas- ture and going after them, looking after the babies when they were out of doors, and watching the house at nights. But, as the years went on, Di grew old and feeble. He lost his teeth, became almost blind, and coughed a wheezy cough that was not pleasant to listea to. He wouldn't stay out of doors, elther, but want-d to lie by the fire constantly, and one winter's night, as he was stretched out on the rug, 48 usual, blinking in the blaze, his master, ing by, said to his wife: “We'll have to dispose of Di, I think. Blind, toothless, full of fleas and rheuma- usm, and now with asthma hopelessly fastened upon him, he is no comfort to himself and is a nuisance to the rest of us. Tomorrow I'll take him up to the hiil lot ard give him a dose of chloroform.” Diogenes lay still a few minutes after that; thea he got up, shook his shaggy fur, and turned about. He went to his master and rubbed his knee, and then walked over to his mistress ani laid his head on her lap. She patted him, and he went on to the boy of the family, now al- most grown, who had been his playmate for years, He reached out and patted the dog’s nose, saying, “Poor old Di, good Di!" and Di stayed the longest with him, rub- bing against his knee and looking up into his face again and again. But at last he pulled himself away, and walked to the door, opening it with a toss of his nose. could, and walked out. He was nev seen again. dlis tracks were traced in the snow the next day down to the road, where they were lost among many others. He was well known all about the neighbor- nood, and many inquiries were made for him for miles around, but Di was never heard from again. LOVER AND HUSBAND. A Fatal Tragedy at a Hungarian Wedding Celebrati: From the Philadelphia Thnes. Duck Pond society one night recently was all agog over an approaching wedding. The event, when announced, had Instantly attracted attention, for to the Hungarian settlement it meant much in the way of indulgence in those unbridled dissipations which make up the chief features of Slav- onic celebration. Duck Pond lies on the northern boundary of Wilkesbarre, Pa. Its basin was long ago formed by a depression in the surface caused by a sinking of a worked-out colliery beneath. When, therefore, it was announced that Stanislaw Jamcofoski and Clytemnastria Schoppotfinskt were to be married there was a stir at Duck Pond. The bride-to-be was called the prettiest girl in the settle ment. Her swarthy face was punctured by eyes that were black and glittering, her hair was as dark as the traditional raven’s wing, and though her form lacked somewhat in symmetrical grace, by reason of her disparagement of the corset’s use, still, nature had been very kind to her, and in the eyes of the average Hungarian youth she reached the standard of perfection in shapely possessions. She yielded to the persuasive importuni- ties of Jamcofoski, a big and brawny toiler in the mines, who could fight as well as he could work and who stood in fear of ro man. When the engagement of these two was announced the Slav lovers in and about Duck Pond withdrew from the contest to solace themseives in dreams of the good time they would have at the wedding. The night of the wedding was a con- splcuously beautiful one. The moon, big and full, shone from an unclouded sky, graciously hiding the crude deformities of the Slav settlement and actually trans- forming the pond into a pool of liquid charms, Though the air was burdened with mephitic vapors that arose from the filthy accumulations, a stiff breeze blew them westward and gave relief to those who got on the windward side of the place. The wedding had been noised about Wilkes- barre, and, as upon all such occasions, there were those who out of curiosity went up to Duck Pond to witness it. The chief ef police had sent out an extra force of vigilant officers te patrol the precinct, well knowing that their services would be need- ed before the festivities ended. The event was announced to take place at the house of a saloon keeper named Olschinsky. Like all festive occasions there was plenty of free drink in the form of that vile native compound called bolinky, made of cheap gin, whisky and beer. Tubs of it were sup- plied and men and women drank from Un dippers and cups. A Fierce and Fatal Fight. The wedding ceremony was brief. The prjest placed the hands of the twain to- gether, read something from the book, blessed them and retired. The newly mar- ried were then left to enjoy themselves with the assembled company. The music was struck up again and men and women whirled about the apartments in a mad waltz, Out in a rear room stood a big, red tub filled with bolinky. Here the guests retired at intervals to refresh themselves. Everybody drank of the vile stuff. In front of the house groups were gathered and were also well supplied with the native drink, which was handed out in pails to them. As the night advanced the maddening ef- fects of the vicious drink began to be re- vealed. Angry disputes arose between the guests in the house, which finally resulted in fierce fights. At midnight pandemonium reigned in and out of doors. The bolinky was getting in its fine work. Heads were smashed with sticks and stones, knife blades flashed in the glare of the kerosene lamps inside and the moon light outside and men and women were struck down ‘ike beasts. The police had their hands full attempt- ing to quell the disturbances. The officers had been at Duck Pond before and took things easy. So long-as the fighters kept within an ordinary Hmit they let them have it out. But once a wild cry, a piercing seream rent the alr, and out of the house flew the bride of the evening, her dress torn almost off her back, her bare legs and feet exposed to view, her handsome hat gone and her dark hair streaming {n the air. Behind her, upon her heels, was a man with a huge bludgeon raised in his right hand as if he was trying to smash her head open. This man’s coat was off and his shirt bosom ripped wide apart, showing his hairy breast. Close behind him came the big bridegroom, the fire flashing from his fierce eyes and the hot breath coming lke engine puffs through his gleaming white teeth. He was in his shirt sleeves now, with a trail of blood on his shirt bosom, which came from a horrid gash over his left eye. His right hand clasped a long, ugly looking butcher knife," with a blade fully two inches wide. With a mad leap he reached the man in front of him just as he was about sending the bludgeon he car- ried down into the dark tresses of the un- happy bride. Quick as lightning he drove the keen blade into the back of his neck between the shoulders. The man with the bludgeon dropped like a stone, He Was Her Lover. The bridegroom jumped over his prostrate body and caught his wife just as she was falling in a faint. The crowd pressed on, circling about the two actors in the chief event that had brought them together. It was a long time before any attention was paid to the man who had fallen under the knife blow of Stanislaw Jamcofoski. ‘The police fought their way into the multi- tude. They reached the spot where the bridegroom's victim fell. They picked him up and carried him out into the road. The mob deserted him, frightened by the police. The bright moonlight fell upon the white face of the man as he lay in the dust stretched out on his back. He was dead. At that instant a woman's form was seen hurrying from the crowd that was pressing back into the house, coming u: the direction of the dead man. She was nearly naked, her garments having been torn from her in the frantic fights of the night. When she reached the body she gazed upon the white face a second and then feli upon it, kissing the mute lips passionately and ery- ing out, “Oh, Francisco! Oh, Francisco!” It was tl bride of the evening who thus made sad complaint in the presence of the estounded policeman. A moment later big Jameofosk! appeared, and lifting the woman in his arms said, with an oath: awa: You're my wife now. Your lover is dead.” The police seized the brawny Slav, how- ever, and his nuptial couch was a hard board in the station hou: A KNOTTY POINT, Academy of Science Unable to The Decide Why a Cat Always Fa Its Feet. From the New York Herald. It is popularly believed that until the days of Sir Isaac Newton no one could satisfac- torily explain why an apple falls off a tree. Newton, however, failed to discover one thing—why a cat, if thrown into the air or falling from a height, in no matter what position, always reached the ground feet downward. This important question ts now occupying the attention of the French Academy of Science. The discussion was initiated by a paper by M. Marey, who laid before his col- leagues sixty instantaneous photographs of a falling cat in different stages of descent from a height of about four feet. In the first the animal appears paws upward, and then, by a series ef convulsive movements, gradually turning over, until it touches the ground with all four feet simultaneously, and runs off with erect tail. M. Marey considers that the turn of the animal on its axis, so to speak, is complete before it has fallen a yard, The difficulty th which the learned academicians have to contend is that the cat Is subjected to the same inconvenience as was Archimedes when he wanted to move the world. It has no fulcrum. But, unlike Archimedes, it gets there all the same. M. Marcel Deprez holds that no body can turn over in mid-air without some impelling force. MM. Loewy, Maurice Levy and Milne-Edwards, Bertrand and Berthelot consider that the cat derives its rotary force from the hand which throws it up or the object which causes It to fall. M. 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