Evening Star Newspaper, February 23, 1895, Page 17

THE EVENING STAR. SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 23, 1895-TWENTY PAGES. A POLITICAL PRISON Where They Send Wicked Parisian Newspaper Men, — ALL DONE IN THE POLITES? WAY How the Prisoners Manage to Make Life Endurable. CELEBRATED ROOMS Special Correspordence of ‘The Evening Star. PARIS, February 5, 1995. € i ter the election of M. Felix Faure to the presidency of the French republic the parliament voted a general amnesty to political offenders. The doors of the Sainte-Pelagie prison opened wide — and there stepped out half a dozen men. Where are the oth- e Trom Belgium, Italy and England they come trooping home to their belle France. They doubt- less ought to have come out of the Bas- tille—the Bastille of today; but they had taken counsel of their ease and appetites, preferring exile to the prison of political offenders. And so the moldy jail beside the Jardin des Plantes was almost empty when the pardon came. The greatest of its in- mates to go free was Gerault-Richard, the l MMEDIATELY AF- i i ‘The Little Siberia. radical socialist journalist, who was the cause or the occasion of the resignation of M. Casimir-Perier. Everybody knows how he insulted Monsieur Casimir, how he was jailed for doing it, and how to show their sympathy the voters of his circumscription made him a deputy. A deputy in prison! He must go free, they said; or else it is an insult to the principle of universal suffrage. ‘The government refused to let him go. ‘The deputies of parliament showed their displeasure by electing the radical, M. Bris- son, to be president of their chamber, and finally forced the ministry to-resign. Then, to their astonishment, the president of the republic lost patience and resigned also. M. Gerault-Richard,looking from his prison window of the “Big Siberia,” heard called to bim one morning: “Hey, Richard, your good friend Casimir Is gone. You will be free next week And so he was. There are two ways of going to this prison of political offenders—strange insti- tution in a free republic. If you have said or written anything you ought not say or write against the institutions of the coun- try or against the president or his advisers or against the courts of justice, or the Judges or their judgments, you may be sure the prefect of police will have an abstract of your blasphemy reported to him the next morning, in the course of civil service clerkship. If he thinks that you are worth the while, proceedings will be brought against you, which you regularly may or may not pay attention to. You are con- demned. A Polite Invitation. And then a note comes to you: “The procureur general, at the court of appeals of Paris, invites the above named———-to present himself on the-——— day of ———, at 1 o'clock, before the parquet of the court, In “+r to get to the prison of Sainte-Pe! in execution of an arrest of the court, &c.—informing him that if he does not conform to the present notice he will be arrested by legal means.” On the receipt of this polite invitation to walk into my parlor, as the spider said to the fly, it has been the habit of late years to take a trip to Brussels, whieh is only six hours off, a “little Paris’’—very com- fortable. The greatest to come back from Brussels on the present amnesty is Edm: nd Prumont, editor of the Libre Parole. From England comes Rochefort, the exile, who knew Sainte-Pelagie in 1870. From Italy there is the Count Dillon, that other of Boulanger’s supporters. On every hand the smailer fish pass in unnoticed by the world at large. It is a coming back such as the French are used to. It is a coming back from foreign travel. But in the law’s The Professor of Greek. eyes it is but a fail delivery of the Bastille. ‘The ancient Bastille was a prison for political offenders. The king and his ad- visers lodged there any one who showed himself too hostile to them. In July, 1759, the people of Paris, after listening to an excellent discourse by M. Camille Des- moulins, tore the Bastille open, though they only found half a dozen prisoners in it. The Bastille was no more. And yet, In yi92-but three years after—the national convention turned the convent of Sainte- Pelagie into another prison for political cf- fenders. The socialists and anarchists of today grow very warm on this pomt. Why, they ask, should a new Bastille have been built up, to be filled up with honest men throughout a hundred years of liberty, ity, fraternity, and still exist today? ‘2 when any party has gained pow- k3 to put away the opposition.” fourn: tual time in Sainte-Pelagie, not conn these who ran away. This is an aver oft > a year, Between the years 1800 and there have been only fifty pris- oners, © a year. The year 1851. when oul’ Napoleon was preparing his coup rly rich, there having heen received in twelve months’ time 531 prisoners. Recollections of such wholesale yeasures cause the populace to look with distrust on any condemnation to Sainte-Pelaste. » prison of Sainte-Pelagie ts situated tn that old part of Paris where the Jardin d’ etat, was partic lantes still molders, along the south- the far east. It dings forming a lings of an ancient entant © niens before the revolutic day but a small portion of vinte-t fs given over to pol offeniers. he greater portion of its sp e fs taken up with other prisoners—such debtors as the law allows to be Incarcerat- ed, common law offenders having less than twelve months’ sentence, those condemned for frauds on the government monopolies of gunpowder, matches and tobacco, and smugglers. The journalists and public men are kept apart from these in the “Pavilion des Princes,” so called because of the high quality of those who dwell therein. The journalist, caricaturist or public man who comes to this Pavilion of Princes is immediately introduced to the director or his assistant, the inspector. After a few words of welcome’ the latter begs and pleads with the prisoner to conform him- self to the rules of the house, even to the slightest details. If, he says, it is your destiny to be soon put at liberty, reilect, please, during these days of your seques- tration, how useless it will be to recom- mence the struggle of the earthen pot against the brazen kettle. The earthen pot is the prisoner. the administration. ‘The brazen kettle is The inspector _ then Devoted to Music. gives the condemned his choice between prison fare and that of the restaurant. The prison fare is free; the restaurant fare must be paid for. The prison fare is not succulent or savory, but healthy. The prisoner is advised that if his stomach is @ proud one he will not be pleased with it. Even under the restaurant regime all “luxurious plates” or fine wines or spirits or cordials are forbidden. The prison fare, given free, appears to be as follows: At 6 a.m., a pound of bread for the day; the water jug is refilled; at the same time thirty pounds of wood is given, in the win- ter season, to burn in your stove or chim- ney. Beranger, the poet, who did time here both in 1820 and 1830, wrote of it: Combien le feu tient douce compagnie Au prisonnier dans les longs soirs d'hiver! (What pleasant company io the prisoner is the fire in the long winter evenings!) At 9 am. a half bottle of wine, with a bow! of soup containing a fifth of a pound of meat, is furnished. At 4 p.m. a small portion of vegetables comes up, regularly dried peas or beans, mashed potatoes, rice or lentils. That finishes the day. The prisoners are free inside the great prison, going and coming as they please, and paying visits to each other in the day- time. They have the right to walk in the open air in the court- yard of the debtors’ prison during cer- tain hours while the debtors themselves are absent from it. There there is a “eantine” where to- bacco, paper, pens, ink, cheese, toffee, milk and wine may be purchased; but more than one liter of wine a day may rot be bought. And, finally, should you elect to eat the res- taurant fare the prison fare is not allowed to come to you. Prisoners of position, with money in their pockets, may have the doctors prescribe for them special fare, with delicacies; and even brandy, fine cigars and liqueurs are smuggled in without great difficulty; but nevertheless it is not as comfortable as one’s own home, as many a dainty liver has discovered, from Madame Roland, in 1793, to the .Marquis de Mores, In 1800. The latter lived a gay life here for months, His room was called “Le Grand Tombeau, the Big Tomb. All the cells have names. The finest ts the “Salon de la Gomme”—as we would say, “the pirior of the upper crust.” It has two windows, giving on two different streets, and it has a bath room. In 1834 it was oc- ecupied by Godefroy-Cavaignac, who was a leader of the republic in 1848, and whose son is one of the chief republicans of today, ‘The Parlor. and may easily become president. In later years (180-1894) Zevaco, the socialist leader of university,students, and Zo d’Axa, the anarchist editor, held it in turn. It has also held Koning, the theatrical manager, hus- band of Jane Hading; Emile Gautier, conr- nected with one of the earlier anarchist plots before the name anarchist was well known, and now a regular writer on the Figaro; Jules Guesde, present leader of the seclalists in all France; Lockroy, Victor Hugo's son-in-law; Vacquerie, another of the Hugo circle. and Villemessant, the founder of the Figaro. The Big Tomb is so called because it is a trifle dark. It fs a large room, with a high ceiling, having five tiny windows, through which the daylight trickles with difficulty. These little windows are so high that in order to see out the prisoner must stand upon a chair placed on a table. Be- sides the Marquis de Mores, the Grand Tombeau has been occupied by Rance (1866-7), the great friend of Gambetta, and today a senator and the editor of the “Paris” news- paper; Yves Guyot (1857), lately minister of public works; as well as Edmond Dramont, a few years previous to his late flight into selgium, from which he now returns. It was in IS#1. At that time Drumont, in his books and in his Libre Parole, had been at- tacking the “ploutocrates” with great vigor, and, as a consequence, he was given six months, as he says, “for a few words against the frieads of Monsieur le Baron de Rothschild.” At Sainte-Pelagie he came in contact with a group of Imprisoned an- archists, to whom he proceeded to “do jus- tice” in his paper. He said he Icoked on them as brave men. During the whole time ef his incarceration Drumont was well treated, having almost any delicacy or amusement which he might desire. His editortals, written daily, were transmitted to his journal unaltered. The Marquis de Mores (1890) filled up the Grand Tombeau with even greater gayety. He found such mixed company as Caillava, Degout, Malato, Vallee and Zevaco, an- archists and socialists, and mixed with them in great fraternity. He had for room- Parlor of the Under Crust. mate Vallee, the workingman revolutiontst; and their dinners and “musical evenings” were a constant scandal to M. Hervagaux, their neighbor, editor of the journal La Croix, who had been “put away” because in his religious zeal ho criticised the re- publie’s treatment of some bishop. Sainte- Pelagie gathers her roses from many a different garden! In the evening after din- ner the rich marquis would gather his chosen companions to drink coffee and liqueurs. Let joy be unconfined! About once every quarter of an hour the turnkey would appear, take off his hat and plead fh th Yh, gentlemen, you know I only exer- cise my ugly trade In order to gain bread for my poor family. I hope you will excuse me. it is not my fault. But could you, without inconveniencing yourselves, chat in a slightly lower tone of voice? Down stairs the director would ring for the turnkey. ‘hat infernal uproar has begun again! They must be killing some one up there in the Grand Tombeau.” “No, Monsieur le Directeur, the gentle- men are only talking politics! The “Petit Tombeau,” “Little Tomb,” ts on the same fourth floor. No luxuries are here; and those who occupy this cell are such as do not wish to entertain or spend much money. its most distinguished in- mate of late years was Jean Larocaue, professor of mathematics and Greek in tne University of France, ‘a mind of encyclo- Pedic tendencies, an undisciplined disciple of the positive school, a strong brain and the face of a Diderot. He stayed a montn in 1891, went crazy and died in the Bicetre Hospital. There are two other celebrated rooms in this “Pavillon des Princes,” the ‘‘Grande Siberia” and the “Little Siberia,” both be- ing so called for their coldness in the win- ter. The great Siberia is extremely large, on the fifth floor, with windows all around it. Half of Paris lies beneath the view of those who dwell in it. 1t commands a ful! view of the Jardin des Plantes and the Bercy wine exchange, with splendid vistas of Charonne, Belleville, the place d'ltalie, the Gobelins -and Montsouris. Despite its coldness in the winter, it has always been a favorite ceil, not only because of its view, but also because its inmates. may chat with fifth floor neighbors of the ad- juining houses, who make a pretty penny renting out their windows for the purposes of supplementary interviews tq prisoners’ friends. From 1 p.m. till 5 p.m. the pris- oners of Sainte-Pelagie have the right to recelve visits in the common “parloir” (‘talking place,” our own word parlor but, in political affairs, one’s friends are scmetimes shy, for their own safety; and this conversing through the window has been always valued. STERLING HEILIG. Lays an Exg Every Day Except San- - dnys and Holidays. From the New York Sun. “I became acquainted with a rather re- markable hen on my recent trip up through western New York,” said John Gilbert, traveling groceryman. “She lives in Mount Morris, tn the Genesee Valley. No one knows where she came from, but a citizen named Arnold discovered her in his yard ene morning last April, keeping company with the only chicken he owned, another hen. The strange hen was plainly a tramp, but she settled down on the Arnold place contentedly, and with evident determina- tion to stay there. Arnold did not object, and a few days later the hen made a nest ‘on top of an ash heap and laid an egg in it. She must have deposited the egg early in the morning, for it was there at 7 o'clock, when Arnold discdvered it. This was on Monday. She laid an egg every day after that until the following Sunday, and each egg was laid an hour later every day. Sun- day the hen didn't lay, but at 12 o'clock next day she deposited an egg, as usual. As if to make up for skipping an egg on Sunday, Monday's egg was an unusually large one, and was found to be double- yolked. “This remarkable hen laid an egg every day, the oue on Friday being deposited in the nest at just 4 o'clock in the afterndon. ‘The next day, Saturday, she started in at 6 o'clock in the morning with her egg for that day, and on Sunday laid none. The following Monday, though, she dropped an- other very large egg. This one, too, was found to have two yolks, and was laid at 7 o'clock. And so she went on, depositing an egg in the nest an hour later every day until she reached 4 o'clock in the afternoon, when she would go back and begin at 6 o'clock in the morning again, always tak- ing a rest on Sunday and making up for it by laying a double-yolked egg on Monday. She was so regular and prompt on the hour that the Arnold family got to setting their clock by her, but this: was not until one day, according to their clock, she laid her egg for that day at ten minutes to 11, and they thought she had made a mistake; but they found that she hadn't, the clock being just ten minutes slow. “The fame of this hen soon spread about that part of the Genesee Valley, and folks got to coming miles to see her, but along about the end of May they found that they didn’t really know what a wonder that tramp hen was. It was on a Wednesday, and Arnold went out at the hour an egy was due that day, but there was no egg in the nest. The hen was wallowing lazily in the dust near by, but she laid no egg that day. There much disappointment over this, and it was not until they found a double-yolked egg in the nest next day that Arnold began to think. After thinking he got an idea. “Why, said he, ‘yesterday was May 50, Decoration day! This hen, I guess, doesn’t work holidays any more than she does Sundays!" “And that was just what she didn’t. This was proved when the Fourth of July came round. No egg on that day, but a double- yolked egg next day! Then right along she went again, an egg every day except Sundays, double yolk on Mondays, until Thanksgiving. No egg Thanksgiving, dou- ble yolk day after. No egg Christmas, no egz New Year day, but double yolks after each one of those holidays. She's been go- ing right along since then, laying five or- dinary eggs every week and a double yolk on Mondays, and, of course, is expected to take another day off on February 22, Wash- ington’s birthday. “What will she do when a holiday comes Sunday? said Arnold the other day. ‘Why, she'd lay an egg with three yolks next day, that’s what she'd do! And I'll bet on i “And nobody would bet against him.” CUPID AND HIS ARROW: His Aim is True, the Modern Novel to the Contrary. From the St. Louls Globe-Democrat. Ore of the serious criticisms to be made upon current fiction is that it disparages the skill of Cupid as a marksman. In the mest of the stories that are being written for us in such abundance the bow of the chubby little cherub is Ineféectively bent, and his arrows go flying hither and thither without hitting the target. That fs to say, the love making that these busy novelists place before us is sadly awkward and un- satisfactory. They call it realistic, but, in fact, it is contrary to nature and in viola- tion of all established precedents. It repre- sents Cupid as a careless fellow, who takes no pride in his proficiency and feels no shame because of his failure. His wings are clipped, his aim is unsteady and his general success is not greater than that of a woman throwing stones at casual chickens. That is certainly a wide depart- ure from his original method of asserting himself, and from the examples of his dex- terity which we find in the works of the masters. Until a comparatively recent time, he was always credited with unerring capacity, and nobody thought of suggest- ing the possibility of his defeat in any cf his undertakings. Whenever he came upon the scené, he had, his own way. He was superior to all other forces, not even ex- cepting the most profound wisdom. His antic disposition frustrated the rules of legic, put philosophy aside and laughed science to scorn. It is difficult to believe that this once po- tent arbiter of affairs of the heart has for- feited his power and become a confirmed bungler. On the contrary, it is easier to de- cide that the novelists of the period are misrepresenting him, and that their sort of love making is spurious and not to be ac- cepted. They warp and blunt his arrows in their imaginary reports of his proces: ings, but they do not convince us that they tell the truth about him. It is our privilege to entertain the opinion that he is still the same admirable marksman that he was in fcrmer times, and that there is no good reason to suppose he will ever lose his su- premacy in the sphere of the affections. This view is justified by the fact that hu- man nature in its fundamental aspect does not change with the passing of time and the progress of civilization. That which we call love is not a thing of accident, sub- ject to the fluctuation of circumsta: but an inherent and irresistible pa and its forms of expression are included in the fixed scheme of the universe. There is not a different kind of Cupid for each suc- cessive aa any more than there is a differ- ent kind of firmament or a different pro- cession of seasons. The first pair of lovers fg duplicated in the latest one, so far generalities are concerned, and the novelist whe rejects this truth is not to be trusted. ion, RVOUS PROSTRATION FOR } Use Hors! 's Acid Phosphate Dr. J. Q. STOVALL, ish C. H., V says: “Have used it in nervous prostration great success."* A TRACK TRICK + +— The Method Used to Stimulate Race Horsés.; 2.0 ABOUT “DOPING” ant} BOW TT 18 DONE It. Injures Gambling ‘and Therefore is Prohibited. THE COCAINE HABIT HERE ARH A great many people, ° even among those who frequently visit race tracks, who, if asked, would be un- \) able to correctly ex- plain what is meant when it fs stated in those journals devot- ed to racing that a horse has been “dop- or given “the in- jection.” If they fre- quent what are known as outlawed tracks, those not recognized by either the eastern or west- ern turf authorities, they become much sconer acquainted with the mysterious operation, for the reason that it is rarely practiced on those tracks recognized as the centers of legitimate racing. To the uninitiated, to dope or give a horse the in- jection is to so drug him as to prevent him from doing his best. Such, however, is not the case, the purpose being just the reverse. Nevertheless, the authorities of the legitimate tracks, as well as those of the outlawed ones, prohibit the practice, and severely punish those horsemen who en- gage in it. As it is admitted that the oper- ation is performed for the sole purpose of so stimulating the animal as to make its chance of winning that much greater, the question naturally arises: Why should any- thing tending to increase the animal's chance of victory be prohibited? The an- swer to that will best be understood and appreciated after the operation is explained. The Drug Used. To dope a horse is to inject into his sys- tem a certain preparation of drugs. The formula of the preparation varies, but cocaine in almost every instance forms the most considerable part of it. In some cases cocaine is the sole drug used, while in others that and strychnia form the prep- aration. There are two methods of in- Jecting it into the animal's system, by by podermic syringe or by a suppository. The first is the one most frequently practiced, for the reasgn that the effect is more rapid. When the hypodermic syringe is used the injection can be made either on the leg or neck of the animal, but in fact it is almost invariably. on the _ latter. First, because the result is, more satisfac- tory, and second, becayse the wound made by the needle in the syringe can be covered by the animal's mane, and the track a thorities and ali others:not ‘on the inside thereby kept in ignorance ef the fact that the animal has been doped. When the syringe is used the prepara- tion takes effect in a ‘comparatively brief time, in a few minutes, according to the constitution of the animal,:and is effective for from thirty to forty-five minutes. Its effect is, of course, to arouse the sleeping energies of tte animal, anJ’stimulates and renews its vigor and activity. This is done to a really wondertul degree, for the time, ard in a majority of instances the animal 1s, for the time being, a wild, plunging devil, a veritable’ equine maniac. The animal seems possessed of but a single object in life, to break away and run; and once given his head, he cares not what may be before him, stone wall or what not, but plunges on, How It is Concent It would naturally be supposed that an animal so acting would arouse the: susp!- cicns of the track officials and lead to an investigation, resulting in the detection and punishment of the offending owner or trziner. But it is not always an easy mat- ter to distinguish between a horse acting badly because of temper and one so misbe- having because of the injection. Then, too, the animal is seen at its worst while at the Starting post, but seldom is the start in a race made in front of the judges’ stand, where the horse could best be observed. The wound made by the needle in the syringe is but a slight one, the flow of blood is small and, as the mane of the ani- mal covers the evidence it is seldom discov- ered. While the preparation does craze all horses, it does greatly stimulate them, and the old, practically broken-down animal is made to feel, for the time being, like a two-year-old, and not infrequently it causes him to run like one. ‘The effects usually lasting from thirty to forty-five minutes, the preparation is ad- ministered about ten or fifteen minutes previous to the horse being called to the starting post. Where it is injected into the animal’s system through the medium of the syringe, it consists of fifteen grains of cocaine and two drams of water. Where the suppository is resorted to, the dose con- sists of the same quantity of cocaine and half a grain of strychnia, the animal be- ing dosed about half an hour before going to the post. Of course, the more frequent- ly the animal is doped, the less susceptible it becomes, and the size of the dose is cor- respondingly increased. The constitution of the horse, it is said, more closely re- sembles that of man than does that of any other animal, and where the poor animal is persistently given the injection he becomes like a man, a cocaine fiend, and in course of time will make no effort to exert him- self unless under the influence of the drug. Like the man who becomes a slave to the cocaine habit, the horse suffers all its ter- rible effects. He becomes permanently de- ranged, great sores appear and finally he breaks hopelessly down, death finally and mercifully relieving him of his sufferings. Why It is Prohibited, But neither the sufferings of the poor brute nor his miserable end are either pri- marily er mainly responsible for the pro- hibition by the racing oflicials of the prac- tice here described. The protection of the race horse from pain and suffering is today little thought of by the average owner or trainer save where it means so many more dollars with which to line his pockets, But again, this question arises: If givin the horse the dope, cr the injection, is done to increase his chance of victory, and if the practice Is not prohibited because of its cruelty, why is it prohibited and punished? The reply is no less startling than true, because it injures gambling, that vice with: out which support no race track in this day of foolishly enlarged stakes and purses and exorbitantly paid’ jockeys, trainers, starters, judges and other ‘racing officials can exist. Of course, the two great gov- erning organizations of legitimate racing in the east and west, respectively, would insist that they prohibit the practice be- cause of its cruelty, but the officials of the outlawed tracks, and of those conducting winter racing, are in this matter, at least, more frank and honest, and unhesitatingly declare that they punish those who at- tempt it simply because it injures gam- pling. The menner in which the injury is done is rather ingeniously explained. The pub- lic, such racing officlals state, really mean- ing the bookmakers, who support the tracks, being entitled to be made acquaint- ed in every ay with the racing abilities of e information ¢ owner or trainer willful not y and intentionally withholds it by secretly administering to the animal. If, they explain, the public (again really ng the mert of odds) could al enc h absolute certainty just when a horse has or has not been cped, or given the injection, all would be well, and no unfairness or deception could be practiced in the matter. The Gambling Element. For instance, the protectors of the pub- lic say, an owner or trainer has no right to mislead the patrons of the track by start- se several times without the dope the animal being thereby beaten in each race, and the ondingly enlarged, 2, by secret dosing, A Good Testimonial. (From Haverhill, N. H., Courier.) “TI have had for twenty-seven years past a badly diseased ankle Lone. Dr. David Kennedy's Favor- ite Remedy and his Salt Rheum Cream healed it when all other medicines had failed, und medical authority had said the limb could never be well enough to use again. A sore broke out on the ankle bone, and for ten months the aged writer suffered ‘and night Veyond the power of words to expr A. friend advised me to try Dr. David Kennedy's Favorite Remedy. I bad xo faith that any medicine would help me, but suffering as I did I thought I would try it, ‘and purchased some, also a box of Dr. David ‘Kennedy's Salt Rheum Cream. I used these medicines but a short time, when my limb be to heal. I will further add, among the many medi- cines I have tried for a diseased liver and kid- reys, none has ever proved so helpful to me as Favorite Remedy. By stimulating and strength- ening the enfeebled organs, even the encroach- ments of advanced age seem to be checked by its invigorating powe T have thoroughly tested its true worth, and I know whereof I affirm, hoping all who read will protit thereby, as the aged writer has, by using Dr. David Kennedy's Favorite Remedy, been given very comfortable health fer a person seventy years of age. The Favorite Remedy 1s an in- valuabl2 medicine for children as Well as adults, and 1s as safe as it is sure. ‘This testimonial is given from my own experi- ence of these invaluable medicines.” Mrs. BE- LINDA HODSDO: verhill, N. 1H. e efficacy of 2 medicine could these words of Mrs. Hodsdon, who voluntarily tells the story of her recover; sinds of men and women w ie daily life ing severe draughts on their ne David Kenn Favorite Rem ne are too old to be nd by it, it perme: cures dys- pepsin, rheumatism, isidney, liver and urinary és, for the ills peculiar to women it has no enabling the animal to madly gallop in first, to the great financial joss of the pub- lic. That is, in reality, to the loss of those bookmakers who were not given the tip. From this it will be scen that the prac- tice is prohibited and punished solely in the interests of the gambling element, and not in the interest of humanity. Of course, it is not always successful. Very often the fact that the animal has been dosed is discovered before the race, when it is pre- vented from participating. Not infrequent- ly the race is run before it is discovered. In such cases if the animal wins bets are declared off or the race given to the horse finishing second, the doped winner being disqualified. The schéme, however, is not always successful, the animal being beaten despite the fact that it was dosed. But the fact remains that it is doped or given the injection for the purpose of increas- ing its chances of victory, and that the racing officials, acting alone in the inter- ests of the gambling element, prohibit the practice und punish the offending owners or trainers for the sole reason that the practice injures gambling. —___ ABOUT RUSSELL SAGE. A Generous Deed Mixed Up a Little With Call Loans. From the New York Sun. A well-known Wall street man told this story at the Windsor Hotel yesterday af- ternoon: “Russell Sage, as we all know, summers at Lawrence, L. I, He goes down every afternoon and returns to New York in the morning. Not far from his home lives a family only about well to do. Last sum- mer an aged relative visited this family. She was in poor health, and Mr. Sage had known the family a long time, and when the sick woman came he believed that a daily drive in the cool of the day would benefit her. He purchased a fine victoria and a big bay and sent them to the aged lady with his compliments. It was a gift outright, but the poor soul was too far gone, and she died after a single drive in the fine equipage. Mr. Sage then insisted that the family accept the equipage. Along late in the fall, while members of the fami- ly were out for a drive, their victoria was smashed by collision with the carriage of a wealthy resident and the horse was killed. The family waited a reasonable time to hear from the wealthy resident. No word came. The head of the household then wrote to the wealthy resident, who, by the way, is a man of affairs in New York, and in the letter requested remuneration for the big bay and the victoria. “There was no response. As a last resort the family complained to Mr. Sage. “Let me handle the case? said Mr. Sage. “A few days later the wealthy Lawrence resident came to the head of the household, was profuse in his apologies, and ascer- tained the value of the smashed-up rig. Within forty-eight hours a rig similar in value was sent around. The head of the household meeting Mr. Sage asked him how he brought the wealthy resident to t with such alacrity. ‘Oh, easy enough, easy enough,’ repeat- ed Mr. Sage. ‘He banks in my bank, the Importers’ and Traders’, and I had his luans called.’ ” EXERCIL FOR BOYS. Mow Five Minutes a Day May Be Pro- fitably Spent at Athletic From Harper's Young People. Nevertheless, this five-minute exercise is better than absolutely nothing, and hence I am going to make a suggestion or two regurding it. If you know any one who can tell you the “setting-up” drill prac- ticed in the navy, get him to show it to you, and then go through a part or the whole of that each night and morning. If you cannot find out what this is make up a few simple movements for yourself, for exampi 1. Standing erect with heels and knees together, move the body forward and grad- ually try to touch your fingers to the ground in front without bending either knee. This is a familiar exercise to all of you, but it is a good one nevertheless. This will do for the back and front leg muscles. Bend forward twenty times, and then take up the second exercise. 2, Standing with the legs apart, swing from side to side, bending either knee in turn, and touching the floor first on the right side then on the left side, being careful, however, to sway only sidewise and not forward and back. Do this twenty times and your sides will ache. 3. Grasp one wrist with the other hand, holding both across your chest. Then, without letting the elbows go too far out from the body, pull with all your strength a steady, long pull, as if trying to pull your hands apart. Maintain this pull for a second or two. Then change ab- ruptly, and holding. arms and hands in same position push with all your strength for the same time. Again reverse and pull, and so on forty times—if you can do it so jong—and you will soon see how all the arm and chest muscles begin to ache. Finally, 4. Lie flat on the floor on your stomach, and keeping your body rigid, push yourself up with the arms as far as pos- sible. Of course nothing must touch the floor but the palms of your hands and your toes. Do this twenty tim ——EEE No Expression in a Bald Head. From the Troy Times. Ex-Speaker Reed is reported as saying in reference to his portraits: “It is impossible to get any expression into a bald head.” Mr, Reed will never have a good picture of himself until some artist succeeds in ob- taining a ‘speaking likeness.” The best points about his head are on the inside, and so evade the camera. —e. From Life. The Newcomer—"‘Sold again! I’m a girll” city. great Pillsbury Mills. It is not mixed with PILLSBURY-WASt ILLSBOURY'S BES seter F LOU “The universal verdict."” 5 Pillsbury’s Best is not manipulated like most flours sold in this Pillsbury’s Best is sota in the same packages asit comes from the palmed off as “carefully blended.” PILLSBURY’S BEST IS THE BEST. Demand It From Your Grocer. Than all Others. : cheap flour and then If ho does not keep it, drop me 2 postal, and I will see that you get it, THE TRADE SUPPLIED BY L. H. Wieman, 216 10th NoWa, MILLERS’ AGENT FOR BURN FLOUR MILLS € MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. Daily Capacity, 21,800 Bbls. 122423 POPPING THE QUESTION. Adventure of a Young Lady With a Love-Sick Suitor. “I once received a proposal of marriage under rather extraordinary circumstances,” said a young lady. “It was at a hotel in Chicago. I had always heard that in the windy city they were accustomed to do things in a good deal of a hurry, but the experience of which I am about to tell you rather startled me, nevertheless. “I had strayed into one of the smaller parlors of the hotel quite idly and was look- ing out of a window, when suddenly a man rushed in. His manner and appearance were somewhat disordered, and I confess that I felt just a little alarmed, inasmuch as I was alone. He at once addressed me excitedly, saying: ‘For the last time I ask you, will you be my wife? The train goes in five minutes. If you refuse me now and finally I will take it. My bag is packed and I am all ready to start. What is your reply?” “Now, I call that rather sudden. I had never seen the man before in my life. Yet he insisted on marrying me. But it was evidently a case of mistaken identity. ““Sir! I said, ‘you are laboring under a mistake. I am very sorry— “He did not wait for me to finish, but with a gesture of despair fled from the room. Much relieved, I sank back into a chair and pondered upon what had oc- curred, wondering who the man _ was, whether or not he had fulfilled his threat of departing by rail because of my refusal to return his affection, and who the young woman for aR he mistook me could have been. Whilé I was still engaged in these cogitations, I heard a noise. Looking up I beheld once mofe my love-sick adorer. He had his handbag in his hand, and his hat was jammed upon the back of his head. “Was that your last word? he said hoarsely. “ ‘As said before—I began; for I desir- ed to explain to him his mistake. “ ‘Spurned!’ he cried hysterically. “Really, you are mistaken,’ I attempted to expostulate. “*No, I’m not!’ he replied. ‘I’m spurned— spurned again! Cuss it all! I'm alw getting spurned. And now it’s too late for my train.” “With this he began to caper madly about the room, clutching at his hair with one hand and swinging his handbag with the other. By this time I was so alarmed that I would have tried to make my escape but for the fact that he was between me and the door. But suddenly my rather over-ardent wooer made a rush for the window, which opened on a piazza, the sash being up. That was the last I ever saw of him. * “Later on, however, I learned that he was an unfortunate gentleman who, having been on an extended spree, was confined in a room in an out-of-the-way corner of the hotel. He was suffering from a mild form of mania a potu, and somebody was hired to take care of him. But the keeper went to lunch and forgot to lock the door, so that his charge escaped. The proposal of marriage received by me was nothing more nor less than a bit of frenzy.” soe Mieely Caught. From Household Words. Mr. Rovert Ganthony once asked Mr. Wecdon Grossmith to read a play he had written. Mr. Grossmith took the comedy, but lost it on his way home. “Night after night,” he said, “I would meet Ganthony, and he would ask me how I liked his play. It was awful. Tho perspiration used to come out on my forehead, as I'd say some- times I hadn't had time to look at it yet; or, again, that the first ¢et was good; later, that the second wouldn't ‘quite do,’ but really I couldn’t stop to explain. So sorry —must catch a train! I didn’t so much mind lying, only it was difficult thinking up new lies appropriate to the case.”” Some months passed, and Ganthony still pur- sued without mercy. At last Mr. Gros- smith searched his house once more, be- fore it occurred to him that he might have left the comedy ir his cab going home. He went down to Scotland Yard and inquired. “Oh! ye was the reply—“play marked with Mr. Ganthony’s name sent back to ner four months ago, as soon as found.” e is no excuse far any man to xppear in with a grizzly beard since the introdis tion of Buckingham's Dye, which colors a natural brown of black. A GOOD DEFENSE. How the Clever Counsel Won the Care for His Client. From Tid-Bits. Mr. Serjeant Wilkins once defended @ breach of promise case for a singularly ugly little man, which case he told the de fendant, after reading ™!s brief, must be “bounced” through. And the Serjeant did bounce it through. “Gentlemen of the jury,” he sald, at the close of a most elocuent speech, “you've heard the evidence for the plaintiff; and, gentlemen of the jury, you have admired that most bewitching’ lady, the plaintiff herself. Gentlemen, do you believe that this enchanting, this fascinating, this cap- tivating, this accomplished iady would, for one moment, favor the advances or listen, with anything save scorn and in- dignation, to the amorous protestations of the wretched and repulsive homunculus, the deformed and degraded defendant?” His client looked up from the well of the court and piteously murmured: “Mr. Serjeant Wilkins! Oh, Mr. Sere Seant Wilkins “Silence, sir!’ replied the Serjeant, in a wrathful undertone. “Gentlemen,” he continued, bringing his fist heavily down on the desk before him, “do you think that this lovely lady, this fair and smiling crea- ture, would ever have permitted an offer of marriage to be made to her by this mis- erable atom of humanity, this stunted creature, who would have to stand on a sheet of notepaper to look over twopence?” Instant verdict for defendant. es Through Miles of Pipe. From the Lewiston (fe.) Journal. ‘The human mole is attracting attention in Brunswick this week. He is the bold man who is to wriggle through all the eighteen-inch sewer pipe recently laid in the village streets and patch up all the imperfect portions. The man _ will go through all the pipe to the point of dis- charge. It may take three or four weeks. This pointing of the interior of this dark cavern is a weird and nerve-trying work and requires a man of experience. He has a rubber belt and goes backward. It is damp end close, and he carries a little lamp or torch and a pail of mortar. An eighteen-inch pipe will just allow a small nan to wriggle. He must He prone and keep his legs nearly straight. Should anys thing happen he would be hauled out by the feet and resuscitated. It is a job no Brunswick man hankered for. Ses ee Willing to Economize. From Harper's Bazar. | “My dear,” sald Mr. Darley to his wife shall have to economize.” ‘ery well, love,” replied Mrs. Darley, cheerfully. “Suppose you resign from your club, give up smoking, and shave yourself.” “That's a pretty program, I must say, And what will you do as your share of our economy?” “I will cut your hair.” GORTHE’S VISIT TO CARLSRAD, nere 1s no doubt that the life of the great poet was greatly prolonged by drinking the waters of the Sprudel Spring. In our day we have the Spru- del Spring brought to us in the form of Salt, which fs obtained by evaporation from the waters of Carlsbad. The Carlsbad Sprudel Salt (powder form) is in no sense a mere purgative, but is an alterative and eliminative remecy which dissolves tenacious hile, allays irritation aud removes obstruction by aiding nature. It acts soothingly and without pain, Beware of imitations, The genuine article baa the signature of “ELsNER & MENDELSON ©0., Sole Agents, New York,” on every bottle,