Evening Star Newspaper, June 20, 1896, Page 17

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, JUNE 20, 189¢>-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES, A QUAINT TRIP When the Tired Man Can Rest Physically and Mentally. MEANDERINGS OF THE PLACID POTOMAC ee Where History Has Been Written and Nature is Picturesque. TWO DAYS’ OUTING HERE ARE TWO ways of going to Baltimore besides walking or riding a bicycle. By one of these the traveler takes a train in Washington and—Phzztt All out for Baltimore! That's the record of the trip} forty-five miles in forty-flve minutes, and that's all there fs to it. By the other the traveler leaves Wash- ton on a Sunday afternoon at 4 o'clock an is sinking toward the Virginia d away on the green ‘s of the river into the realms of mist and silvery cloud, and as the shadows lengthen, he ficats on into the purple and the amethyst of the sunset, with the silent river spreading outward before him and stretching away into the distant darkness until the majesty of the night comes down to meet the mystery of the waters and a zing star hangs glittering in the vaulted sky above them. At least that's the way ft seems to the traveler as he starts away from Washing- ton on the “good steamboat Potomac, Geoghegan, mester,” and after a day of noving in and out of all s of sleepy nd quaint old places in Virginia and Mary- land ani a ht on Chesapeake bay he begins to think that possibly language is quite inadequate to express what this other Way actually is. For as much as ten years I have been promising myseif to make the trip to Bal- into the fields along the banks, so odd it seemed away out here in the narrow es- tuary, or bayou, or inlet, or bay, or put-in, of whatever these peculiar water ways may e called. After touching at various wharves in Breton’s bay and passing Newtown, which isn’t a town, but a farm of several thous- and acres, owned by the Jesuits, we came out into the main steam of the Potomac again, which is eight miles or so wide at this point. In front of us lay the low, dark hills of the Virginia shore, with the Nomini cliffs rising yellow from the water away to the right, and the white hotel at Piney Columbia Fishing Club, Mundy’s Point Point gleaming on the Maryland shore to our left. Beyond the Nomint cliffs, in the back country, Robert E. Lee was born, and a little further up the river George Wash- ington first saw the light. Touching at Piney Point, we headed y for the Virginia shore, where a flag waved at Sandy Point, and there we took on a calf. On the wharf here I saw a sign which said that telegrams were re- ceived from and sent to all parts of the world, which is somewhat in the nature of & monopcly for Sandy in this neck of the woods. Of the calf more anon. Swinging around the shore, we sailed into the Yeo- comico river, which consists of a_ northwest, scuthwest and west branch and no main stem, the only river that {fs all branches that I know of. Our first landing place in the Yeocomico was at Lodge, which is away up at the head of the hollow, so to speak, and made one feel when he got up in there he was never going to get out again unless he cut acrcss the flelds. Making Post Office Dies. At Lodge Benjamin Chambers has a fac- tory for making the steel dies for canceling postage stamps. All the dies used by the Post Office Department are made down here in this quaint little corner and sent to Washington, where they are disposed of as called for. Mr. Chambers has had this contract for over thirtyyyears, and for the last fifteen years all of the stamps have been made at this point. He employs four- teen hands, turns out 30,000 dies a year and recetves $20,000 for his work. He has a secret process of hardening the steel he uses and by this he has been able to secure the contract from all competitors year after “AUNT RACHEL,” KINSALE, VA. timore by river and bay, but until this week the trip remained unmade. Now it fs done, and I am free to confess that a santer one with greater variety of In- t I have never experienced. That part of it from Washington until darkness settled upon us {s the old, old story of “down the Potomac,” familiar to all ists of the semmer season. It was not the morning light awaking found us at Leonardtown that the real in- terest bezan. We reached there some time in the night, and as we were to leave at 6 o'clock, I got up at 5 to go up and see the town, which lies back from the pout a quarter of a mile. This wa- which puts in from the Potomac for five or six i at the extreme north- is Leonardtown, Md., the of St. Ma county, and just ne would want to wake » rush and the rumble and of our modern capital. It is water ter fs Bret main s the kind of a up in after the newnes: Trinity P. E. Church, St. Mary's. nd to come into it out ht that must be experi- One feels yesterday all over, li ‘oughly enjoye ps from the steamer to the rather rickety in_ pla but {rable for its e ces of 4 ows on him as he sees at the end of the platform a cart drawn by a yoke of oxen which serves the purpose of K oF an express Wagon as the need Quaininess of It Al. As we go up the road from the water- side we pass an old gateway, and beyond it down the worn-out avenue is Tudor Hall— think how baronial that sounds—and then a little further and we reach the court house. They call it new in Leonardtown, because it has occupied, for I don’t know how many years, the site of one that was contemporaneous with the Pyramids or some other of those really antiques. Most of the town lies on one street, and it widens into quite an ellipse—not a square— with the town well In the center of {t and around about t seme quaint moss-grown cotta and old-timey houses that would give lovers of the antique a series of happy conniption fits. There are some modern houses, but they Iouk so dreadfully out of piace that one wants to pluck them up by the roots and throw them over the fence, and it is to be sincerely hoped that if any- body else in Leonardtown wants to build @ new house he will build an old one, and thus preserve the ancient harmony. They have bicycles in Leonardtown, but one rider told me that life was gloom to them now because the authorities had de- ereed that bicyclers should no longer ride on the sidewalks, and the sireets were so bicycling had become a burden. *s right. A newfangled thing like a cle has no business fn such an old n, anyhow. withste nding It was between 5 and 6 o'clock In the morning when I made my telp through town, I discovered that it was not a local option town, for I saw several prominent citizens scooting along toward points of liquefaction. Really, though, I must disapprove of this feature of life in Leonardtown, for liquor, before it is well aired and the sun has had a chance te dry the night damps off of it, is not healthful. Leonardtown has a couple of newspapers, two or three churches, two hotels, good schools and not a railroad track, telegraph wire ror a telephone bell. Doesn't that sound funny to be said of a town in 1896 not a hundred miles from Washington and more than two hundred years old? Peenliar Water Ways. Promptly at 6 the Potomac pulled out and headed for down the bay, and as I stood on the hurricana deck and looked edout me I almost fancied the boat had Jumped the fence of the river and got out year, though they succeed in cutting the Frice every year. Mr. Chambers tmports no labor, all of his pecple being native to this locality, and they have quite an idyllic sort of a place in here to themselves away from all the world. Sliding out of the chute at Lodge, we came ground into the west branch to Kin- sale, which is next after Leonardtown the most important city on the trip. By the way, the townlessness of this en- tire section Is remarkable. The country is low-lying, but it is rich and fairly health- vet between Alexandria and the mouth of the Potomac there is not a town on the whole river, a distance of 100 miles. Leon- ardtown is up a hollow several miles, with five or six hundred people, and Kinsale, similarly located, has probably a hundred population. All the others aro merely names, with a wharf for the boats to land at and a house ashore for somebody to live in and look efter the wharf. Lots of History. Kinsale is quite loaded full of history. Here sleeps, on the estate of the Baileys, row owned by William Pailey, Midshipman Sigourney, who was pursued by British sailors into the harbor of Kinsale in 1813 end after a gallant fight went down to his death bravely. Near here is the Yeocomico church built in 1706, in which is the font at which George Washington was baptized. In this county, Westmereland (pronounced Westmerland, with the accent_on the first syllable), three Presidents, Washington, Madison and Monroe, were born. In this county Gen. Robert E. Lee was born, and so on, showing a record that Kinsale is well proud of. An cld cannon lies on the bank, which shot hot shot at the British in 1813, and at Hardwick's Hotel may be seen some frescoing that beats anything Brumidi ever did in the Capitol rotunda. The same artist worked Col. Hardwick for sev- eral weeks’ board, a horse and $30 in cold cash, all of which ts modern history, and is worse treatment than Kinsale got from the British eighty-three years ago, not- withstanding they burned a part of the tewn. Another interesting feature which every visito. sees is Auat Rachel, an old colored woman ,who has been coming down to meet the steamboat ever since steamboats have been running on the Potomac. Aunt Rachel is now getting along toward ninety years and is as lively as a cricket, and good for another hundred. She cays she may learn to ride the bicycle, but she vows she will never wear bloomers. A Steam Bont Race on the Potomac. In the Yeocomico are the senior and ju- nior Columbia Fishing Club houses, and at Priest's Point Georgetown College students come to spend a short season every year. Near here is Fort Point. a bit of headland on which an old colonial fort stood in the early times, and from which a number of antique cannon have been taken to the grounds of Georgetown College. In the same neighhorhood ts Rosecroft, where lives Mr Kennedy, an Englishman, whose brother was captain of the famous steam- ship Great Eastern. A Legend in Modern Dress. Now for a romance of Rosecroft. A story of it called “Rob, the Bowi,” has been published, and Capt. Geoghegan, who has a copy, tells me the story In about this language: At Rosecroft lived the collector of the port, who had a beautiful daughter, whose eyes were as blue as the sea and whose smile was pie. This daughter was sought in marriage by the private secre- tary of the collector, a fine young fellow, who might have been private secretary to a United States Senator, and also by a bold pirate who came into these waters with his {ll-gotten goods. The collector was stuck on the pirate because he had but the girl loved the private sec- and that made the pirate want to paw up the river front for ten miles. Over on St. Jerome's creek lived a party who acted as a “fence” for the pirate, and this man was the private secretary's father, but neither.the old man nor the son knew any- thing about it, as they both thought they were still in England. ‘There weren't any cablegrams in those days, and they couldn’t find out about each other, as they could nowadays. Be that as it may, the pirate and the p. kept getting a little closer to the object of their heart’s desire, and one day they had words with -each other, which were not fit for publica- tion, and they adjourned over to a corn- field in the neighborhood of Kinsale and fought a duel. They shot all the corn off the stalks with their guns, and then cut the fodder with their swords, but neither one was seriously hurt, and the girl mar- ried the private secretary, much to the dis- gust of her papa and the pirate. And they lived happy ever after. That isn’t exactly the way the captain told the story, but it is near enough, and adds a sentimental interest to the entire Yeocomico region. We sailed from Kinsale about noon and made straight down the shore for Coan’s river, up which we bored our way until the stream was so narrow that the boat couldn’t turn around between Coan’s and Bundick’s wharves. Shopping for the Ladies. By this time we had picked up more chick- ens and ducks and calves and lambs and tobacco and truck and the first new wheat, and a whole deckload of stuff, not to men- tion forty shopping orders, intrusted to the captain by the ladies along shore for him to attend to in Baltimore, and all of which he does as if he loved to match dress goods and pick out spring hats and fluffy shirt waists, From Coan’s we headed straight for the Maryland shore once more, leaving here the finest river view of all, with the pink roofs and white and gray houses at Lew- issetta, and over the Coan to Walnut Point, rising, Venice like, from the waves, with its pink and white and drab buildings set In the green of the trees and the grass and the sea. Into the St. Mary's now, and up to St. Inigo and to St. Mary's City, a city, by the way, consisting of two buildings and a monument. The morument bears this in- scription, which explains what it 1s: ‘Erected on the site of the old mulberry tree under which the first colonists of Maryland assembled to establish a govern- ment, where the persecuted and oppressed, of every creed and of every clime, might Tepose In peace and security, and adore their common God and enjoy the priceless blessing of civil and religious libert: This was in 1633, and St. Mary's was founded in 1634, March 27. The monument is also in memory of Leonard Calvert, sec- ond son of Lord Baltimore and of his wife Anne. This English gentleman was the first governor of Maryland, but not under the Constitution of the United States, in view of the fact that he died considerably more than a century before the revolution, and very nearly a century before George Washington was born. Thinking of these things, it makes one feel as if he had wan- dered in among the ruins of Karnak or Athens ur Rome or some of those old timers, when he strolls around the grassy graveyard at St. Mary’s, The church is built of brick trom the old state house, which stood near its site so long ago, and some of the wood in the dec- erations of the chancel are made from that gid mulberry tree. The other building in St. Mary’s City is a fifty-year-old brick. occu leae St. Mary’s Female Seminary, nstitution par are Partly maintained by the Going Around to Get There. Another landing or two, and as the sun {s getting lower in the western sky, we tcuch at our last wharf, Bacon's. In the other days this was known as Portobello, beautiful gate, which, to say the least, is more euphonious than Bacon's wharf. The great old house on the hill above the land- ing was bullt by one Mr. Hebbs one hun- dred and fifty years ago, and it is in good repair yet. As I stood looking out at several calves and a lot of lambs that were com- ing abourd, a young fellow from Leonard- tewn informed me that when Leonardtown felks didn't want to ride all day they drove down to Bacon's and took the beat. The information was in the nature of a surprise, for it seemed to me that I had traveled a thousand miles since I had walked the quiet streets of Leonardtown, and I would not believe him, but he guer- anteed that it was only about sixteen miles across the country, and could be driven easily after dinner (noon). It is this in-and-outnes: going and never getting’ any place that makes this trip on the Potomac one of the most interesting that can be takea, One 4s out only a day, but it has the effect of a whole week, for the wide river, the apread- ing expanse of sea, the changing of scenes in. the estuaries, the little strolls along the wharves and the invigoration of the sait the traveler take no note of time, and he seems to be afloat on wings of idleness in a clime of sweet do-nothing and everlasting peace, where the days are as a thousand years and distance goes on forever—or words to that effect. Really, a day on the lower Potomac has the oddest effect on the amateur In such travel that can be imagined. I've swung around the base of Vesuvius on the blue Mediter- ranean and have Iisped the sweet measure: of the lute on Como's moon-kissed waves, but they weren't In it a minute with tne lewer Potomac. A Demand for Voiceless Live Stock. Didn't I say something about calves and lambs? Well, they are products of the lower Potomac, and they have to be ship- ped to market. Now, if those stock rais- ers down there will improve their stock 80 that they can raise voiceless calves, the ccmforts of night travel on the Potomac will be greatly enlarged. But this is a mere detail. As the sun be- fan to sink in the purple sky, we pulled away from Bacon-Portobello. and turned our nose toward the mouth of the river, in sight of which we had been nearly all day, and which showed like a water color with its low lines of trees and shore reaching southward from Point Lookout and north. ward from Smith's Point. Then we plunged boldly into the tum- bling waves of the Chesapeake bay, and with no more landings until we reached Baltimore, we slept to the music of the splashing waves and the tremulous beat- ings of the engines. Incidentally I may have heard a calf bawl during the night, but Capt. Geoghe- gen assured me that it was only the way those calves have of singing their lullabies and that old travelers can’t sleep without them. . Tuesday morning—and fifty-five minutes later I was in Washington, whence I had started thirty-six hours previously, and not gone over a foot of the same territory twice. It is 10514 miles to the mouth of the Potomac from Washington, thence ninety up the bay to Baltimore. The way we went we added a hundred miles by taking to the woods whenever we saw the mouth of an estuary. Still, we missed any number of them, and to do them all wouid take a month of steady going. A Delightful Outing. Nor is down the Potomac the only trip of this kind that may be taken out of Washington by those who have neither time nor money for long journeys. Another one fs to take the train for Fredericks- burg in the morning, spend the day there till the boat leaves in the afternoon, and then spend the n'ght and all next day do- ing the ins and outs of the Rappahannock, with the ride up the bay to Baltimore the next night. Another, and this for the bi- cycler especially, 1s to wheel over to Marl- boro’ in the afternoon, a distance of six- teen miles, thence two or three miles to this everlasting the point reached by the steamer up the Patuxent. This boat leaves ni ay miorning early, and puts in the day going ffom whert to wharf, then on to Baltimore, reaching there in time for the traveler Yo take an evening train back to Washitigton. An improve- ment on this trip is for the bicy¢ler to leave the boat just: before she quits the river, and to wheel across to Leonardtown, where the next morning he may take the boat and do the trip’ ¥ have been writing about. +h However the trip may be made, whenever and by whomever, no more delightful out- ing may be had thsn one of these along the streams tributary to Chesapeake bay, and the tired man or woman who can get @ couple of days off and loaf them away between Washington. and Baltimore, breathing the salt air and swinging along on the waters, will come home again re- newed mentally and’ physically, and quite prepared to say that life 1s worth living— even in Washington in the summer time. W. J. LAMPTO: _—_——— ens A CLEVER YANKEE DEVICE. Curious Cooling Towers Built of Steel and Packed With Tile. At some of the large power plants in and near New York city the eye of the visitor or the passer-by is attracted by a new and unusual feature—& circular steel tower, looking like the tall stand pipe of some high level water system. It is, how- ever, no tank. There 1s water in it, but indeed this 1s perpetually leaking out; in fact, the percolation of the water down- ward from top to bottom ts what gives the device its unique velue. It is the cooling tower of a self-cooling condenser—one of those numerous labor and power-saving Yankee inventions that have placed us where we now stand as a nation of inven- tors and engineers. Every one knows that there are two principal types of steam engines; the non- condensing, in which the exhaust steam escapes into the air, making the hoarse puffing sound so femillar in the locomo- tive and the steamtug; and the condensing, In which it is delivered into a condenser, where it is cooled down and turned back into water. In the former type the piston has to work against the pressure of the atmosphere—about fifteen pounds to the square inch; in the latter it has only to overcome the pressure of the vapor in the condenser, which is much less, as the con- densation of the steam causes a partial vacuum. Hence the condensing engine is much the more economical of the two, saving fully twenty-five per cent of the steam—and hence of the fuel—required for the other. Why, then, are not condensing engines universally employed? Sometimes because the use of the condensing device 1s not practicable, as on a locomotive; still often- er, because it requires an unlimited sup- ply of water. Cold water Is the means employed to condense the steam, and as it becomes warmer, in the process, it can- not be used over again. Hence engines that are not situated near a large water supply—on a river bank, for instance—can- not avail themselves of the condensing principle and profit by its fuel-saving pow- er. And even where a river 1s near, land on its bank is so often so much more ex- pensive that the manufacturer prefers to go farther away where he can buy at a lower price, even if he has to use a non- condensing ‘engine. But why not cool the heated condenser Water, and use it again? This has been tried over and over, more or less clumsily ord ineffectively; and it is cxactly what is done successfully in the cooling towers already mentioned. Methods previously in use employ shailow ponds to cool the wa- ter by surface evaporation, but these are out of the question fn a large city—or pans on the roof. which are awkward and take up room. The cooling tower, which has satisfactorily solved the problem and cffers to the manufacturer tha welcome chance of saving a large proportion of his fuel, has been in use for some time In primitive and crude form in the southern states, where the condenser water was al- lowed to cool by trickling through a mass of bresh. | Later, ea Germany, ‘the same Ss effecte 3 cver a nest of Biren aac ee otow n_the perfected form the steel tow is packed with layer on layer of vitrified Ules, set up on end. Through these, from the top to the bottom of tower, the heated condenser water trickles, while a powerful air blast 1s blown upward through it from a rotary fan at the base. When the water has reached the bottom it Is cool enough to use again in the conden- ser. A little of It—from 21g to 5 per cent— has evaporated in the process, but this loss !s more than made up by the condensed exhaust steam that Js added as it does {ts work in the condenser. In passing through the tower the water ts cooled from about :20 degrees to at least the temperature of the outside alr, chiefly by the evaporation induced by the air blast that passes through the tiling. The principle 1s ex- ectly the same as when one cools his moist hand by blowing on it. Strangely enough, the cooling 1s greater in summer than in winter: for, though in winter the air {s colder, it is much nearer the point of saturation, and will take up very Httle evaporation, and evaporation 1s the chief thing in the cooling. Direct es- cape of the heat by contact with the air blast and by radiation through, the steal sides of the power helps, but {t 18 relative- ly unimportant. So, with the ald of this device, the condensing engine, with its great econo: is today within the reach ef every manwfacturer in the land, instead of perhaps half of them. The operation of the tower is inexpensive, as the cost of working is only that of pumping the water to the top and operating the fan; and this is slight compared with the saving that results from using condensation. ‘The towers take up little room; they vary in size from 25 feet in height by 5 feet in diameter, which ts sultable for a 40-horse-power engine, to one 30 feet in helght by 26 feet in diameter, for an en- gine of 1,500 horse power. oe One Wager That 1s Collectible. From the New York Evening Post. According to a decision of the Ohio su- preme court, one kind of a campaign wager is collectible. The wager upon which the court passed was an old one, made during the presidential campaign of 1888. A resi- dent of Canal Winchester became excited during a political discussion with a repre- sentative of a Lancaster clothing firm, end finally agreed that he would buy a $50 euit of clothing from the firm if Harrison's ma- jority in Ohio did not exceed 20,000, The majority being less than that, the firm for- warded the clothing with a bill. Payment was refused, but after four trials in as many courts the firm won, and the rash bettor must pay for the clothing, and also pay a heavy bill of costs. ——+-e+___ Of Course, From the San Francisco Monitor. “I hardly think,” said the lawyer, “that you can get a separation from yaur wife on account of her making a practice of throwing things at the dog. “But, great Caesar, mister,” sald the man with the haggard look and the black eye, “nigh every time she throws at the dog she hits me.” . Another bicyclist held up in New Jersey.—Life. 1} REASONS FOR THE OPEN INVITATION Given by Doctor McCoy to All Chronic Sufferers in Washington, Welcoming Every Sufferer From Catarrh, Bronchitis, Rheumatism, Deafness or Any Other Malady to a Trial Treatment Entirely Free. ‘The purpose of this invitation extended in the Trial ‘Treatment Free clause must not be misunderstood. It is simply the result of the Famous Physician's desire that the public may obtain without cost an sdequate knowledge of the treatment which is the perfected result of his life work, which, like bis earlier treatment given to the world ten years ago, will soon be in general adoption by the profession, which has worked such cures in Deafness and Bronchial Diseases alone a to atartle the old school practitioners, which has already proven by the wonderful record of results that it will be the treatment of the future. In ex- terding this invitation Doctor McCoy desires that {ts terms be unequivocal. Every perton in Washingon to whom life has be- come a burden by reason of the filthiness and suf- fering of common Cata:rh of the Head, Nose and Throat may now apply at the offices of Doctors MeCoy and Cowden and receive a trial treatment free of charge. Every person in Washington who has become discouraged and tired of the vain fight they have been making against the cough, the choking spells and the ever-recurring agonies of Asthma and Bronchitis may now apply at the offices of Doctors McCoy ant Cowden a:d get an inkling of what may be done for them by a better system of treat- ment than they have heretofore been receiving. They will be cheerfully accorded a trial treatment without charge. Every person in Washington who has lost strength of heart and strength of body and is becoming pale, emaciated and lantern-Jawed and melancholy hy the sickness, the torture and the starvation in- cident to chronic Catarrh of the Stomach may now apply at the offices of Doctors McCoy and Cowden and receive, without expense, an explanatory ad- mitistratiou of the treatment that has restored 0 many thousands of gloomy dyspeptics. Every person in Washington who may be under- golng the filers agonles of Rheumatism or the Dilght, the suffering and the disfigurement of Fezema, or the weakness, failure, misery and de- cay due to any common form of chroaic disease, may now apply at the offices of Doctors McCos and Cowden and get a glimpse of happier conditions in store for them under the McCoy system of treat- ment. ‘The free trial treatment will be accorded to all upon personal application. To those who continue treatment until cured there will be no expense beyond the regular nom- inal monthly assessment, all medicines included. Dr. McCoy Curing the Deat. Miss Virginin Loveless, 2108 Ver- mont ave.: ‘I had been deaf a number of years, and at times almost totally so. The roaring and buzzing noises in the ears were dreadful. “I am in the cholr of Grace Church, and for a long ime I could hardly hear a word of Doctor Leach’s sermon. nce I have been treated by Doctors McCor and Cowden the nolses in my cars have stopped and my hearing has so Improved that I can under- stand the sermon in churen and hear distinctly sounds that before T could not distinguish. I now hear and understand conversation in an ordinary tone."” Miss Eliza Pope, 910 I at. s.e.1 “My right cir was entirely useless. I could not under- stand ordinary conversation, The doctors I went to told me the drum of the ear was brokea. I had y head that sounded Ike escaping steam When I went to Doctor McCoy the ht years. Doctor Me- y sald my care was curable. I can now hear the t the thunder for Now I can hear the birds de of the house.” he first time in years. singing In the trees out: Justus E. Griswold, 205 Pennsylva- nia ave.: “Ihad to take my watch and prere {t very hard against my left ear to hear it at all. I could not hear speakers at a distanve. Under Doctor McCoy's treatment I notice a wonderful change in aring.”” Oscar Rundgvist, 218 Harrison at., Anacostia, car inspector, B. and P. R. BR.: “I could not hear ordinary conversation. I would have to ask questions repeatedly. ‘There were and ringing noises in ny ¢ars like steam. not bear the clock tick. Since taking Dx Cey’s treatment T am improving wonderfully well. T can hear the clock tick several feet away. Frank Miller, 533 9th st. s.e., expert machinist: I could not hear a rentence a short dis- tance away. Sounds were confused. I had to ask people to repeat. I eculd not hear my watch tick, Buzzing sounds like escaping steam were coustant. Since taking Dr. McCoy's treatment my hearing bas been restored. I hear perfectly. Patrick McGraw, 214 E at. s.w. (85 Fears of age): “I bad been hard of hearing for ten yeara. There were constant ringing and buzzing sounds in my ears. I cond not hear a watch or clock tick at all. I can now hear the clock tick and all ordinary conversation. I hear the street cars passing, which I could not before. The ringing sounds have left my ears."” P. F. Milligan, 115 4th st. n.e., Cap- itol Hill: “I feel like going down the avenue and telling every one my deafness 1s cured. I was deaf for 18 re; could scarcely hear a word; I wouid Press a clock to my ear and never hear it tick. I was deaf as a brickbat. Doctor McCoy cured’ me entirely. If there ig anybody who does not believe it let him come and see me in person. George Cecil Hyde, 3400 Prospect ave.: “I cculd not hear ordinary conversation. ‘Since golng to Dz. McCoy my bearing bas been restored. I can hear conversation clearly.” Mrs. Hyde, the boy's mother, said to the writer “We notice remarkable change In our boy's con- dition. We test his hearing every day, and find he will answer us now. Am happy to say that he is doing excellently. He hears me when I address him in a very ordinary tone.”” John M. Clark, 917 26th St. N. W.r “1 bad noises in my ears that at times made it tm- possible for me to hear at all. They were like the ringing of bells, the buzzing of a sawmill and es- caping steam. I could not understand conversa- tion." All sounds seemed dull and confusing. I finally went to Doctors MoCoy and Cowden, ¥ can hear conversation in ordinary tones, and the noises have disappeared.” COPIES OF DOCTOR McOOY’S MONOGRAPH ON DEAFNESS WILL BE MAILED ON APPLICA- TION TO THOSH DIRECTLY INTERESTED IN THE (URE OF THIS CONDITION. MORE ABOUT THE MARVEL OF CURING THE DEAF. Mrs. Mary E. Webster, Twining City, s.e., D. C.: “I became totally deaf in my left ear when I was about six years old. Later my right ear be- came affected and gradually grew worse, until 1 could scarcely hear a sound. I could not catch a word of ordinary conversation. The only Mrs. Mary E. Webster, Twining City D. C., testifies to Doctor Mc skill in curing Deafness. way I could appreciate what was said was by closely watching the lips of the speakers. I could not hear the children talking to each other in the same room, and when one want- ed to speak to me It Was Necessary to Touch Me in order to attract my attention. “When any one, even a neighbor, wished to communicate with me it was necessary first to speak to one of the children, who would interpret to me, and I could understand by watching the lips. “I could not hear the clock tick, nor any sound, however loud. I had ringing and buzzing noises in my ears and at times a fullness that felt as though wind was pressing against my ear drums. This was particularly distressing when I caught cold. “I had tried different medicines without success. Reading of the many cures made by Doctors Mc- Coy and Cowden, I believed that they could at least help my left ear. I went to them, and when they made the examination they said they could help me. The first improvement that I noticed after beginning the treatment was the gradual lessening of the ear noises, and finally The Buzzing and Ringing Stopped Entirely. “One night, feeling tired and dis- pirited, I had a crying spell. Sud- denly there was a Popping, Cracking Sound in my ears, and then something seemed to give way, and I could hear again. Since then I have been able to hear almost as well as when I was a child. “Everybody change in me. “I Can Hear Now Distinctly any one without watching the lips, can hear the clock tick and catch many sounds that I had not heard for years. I feel very grateful to Doctors McCoy and Cowden for what their wonderiul skill has done for me.” notices the great Maurice Clagett, 215 A at. #.e.: “For a quarter of a century I had been Deaf. conversation I could not hear at all. Dr. McCoy, now bear In my Jeft ear or dinary conve diaf. Today I tinetly rd an auct block away. I bear the clatter sounds which I had not heard in y Ordinary Mn hoofs; hors = Mrs. Maria D. Bradley, 919 F st. “I was very deaf, and had ringing and bu: scunds in my ears all the time. I conld not hy ordinary conversation. People would have to shout to make me understand. I could not bear t sirkke. I foi elief until I Doctor McCoy DR. McCOY CURING DYSPEPSIA. Mrs. Joseph Sykes, 1214 19th at. n.w. “I had been a sufferer from acute Dyspepsta for years. At times it seemed like something was pressing on my stomach. I had revere hi There were sharp, lancinating pains in the back and sides. After eating there would be a cence of fullness, nausea and depression, I seemed to lose all ambition and spirit. I could not Me on gy back h any comfort. I went to Doctor McCoy. He has entirely cured the pain. I bave no more headaches. I eat aud sleep as well as I ever did.” AN APPLICATION THROUGH THE MAIL. IT IS INTENDED ONLY FOR THOSE WHO ARE AF- FLICTED WITH SOME FORM OF SKIN D) I went to | right ear was almost stone | DR. TicCOY CURING SERIOUS BRONCHITIS: W. A. UNe, 641 Maryland a conductor Pennsylvania railroad: “About five years ago T had a severe attack of Bronchitis. 1 bad pains fn ms hend and chest amd at times tt was! almost Imposstbie for me to breathe. I tiad coughs! ing fits. I steadily lost in weight ’ “I was buwking and spitting all the time, There was @ bi Painful Tightness Ac My appetite was poor, and sometimes I would gq, for days without being able to eat bardly anys thing. ; “My throat Uiffieult to sw ition when Tre: ay Wecome parched, it I was in a very serious cons d of some of the 7 Remarkable Cures by Dr. MeCoy in Washington in cases similar to mi! I bellevedy that If he could cure others b at least bel me. He has not only help at cured’ me. The treatment rful effects ‘The pains tn my head he gone and I seldom feel! the tight pains across my chest. My head is! clear, and my could not be by would low. might CURED OF ECZEMA IN ITS WORST FORM, ving, Clerk Audi of the Treasury for the Post Office I “Small, dry ly sores, running graduaily in in ste my body, was dingnosed by i une as Berea, in its worst form. I suffered all agonteng Seemed to me, that auy oue could nge burn ing sensations began in my feet and formed « cine cult, ineasing my body. ‘ “Oy bands, feet and ankles were swollen ang painful. 1 could not bear the touch of clothings Physicians failed to relieve my pain, rf “I tried every available: remedy, without +e, cone, 4 markable record, and I went to bis “After a we application I fel eat {me Provement. I was relieved from the tutense Stcha ing, and gradually the blotches grew les. Now I am entirely cured.” W. A. Ulle, 641 Maryland avenue, testifies to Dr. MeOoy’s #kill in curing chronic Bronchitis, | DOCTOR McCOY CURING BRONCHIAL ASTHMA. A. S. Dent, 1124 B at. n.e.: nearly three years I suffered trom Perot, asthmatic trouble. I was subje ysmK Of con There was a chok | tubes and shortness of breath, and occasional paing, back of the breast bone. Medicines scened to have no effect. ‘There was a hawking, spitting ang discharze of mucus. Then there a tightness across the chest and dryness in my throat. I could scarcely breathe at had asthma. “I lost thirty pounds in feeble, not being able to get times. Phy s told me & weicht. I was very upstairs without great exertion. “Having heard of Doctor MeCoy’s remarkable skill, the treatment of asthmatic and bronchial, trouble, I sought bis aid. “The treatment has proved satisfactory beyond expectations. I do not have the puins across the chest, as before. Ihave gained tn tlesh and weights My vigor and stry ter in every way gth are returning, and I am bete | THE ONLY TREATMENT AND CURE FOR CATARRHK A. 8. Johnson, 1240 9th 5: well-known heating and ventilating a course of treatment at Doctor sald: “For 15 years I was a sufferer from ca fecting my head, zhroat, bron stomach. “I could not digest my food properly. T have violent attacks of belching, caused by g the stomach. After eating there was a sens of weight resting on my stomach, I tried all. known rewedies and suec z for a few hours, Having learned som tor McCoy’s skill in the treatment o' bronchial and stomach troubles, I we ally. McCoy's offices, I eo pot The treatment as benefited wont have tho stomach trouble. Tam a new man iq every way. I am satisfied that Doctor McCoy's is the proper treatment for catarrh. [have placed my boy with him treatment, and have also rece ommended it to several friends of mine who are afflicted In a similar wa: MCV SYSTEM OF MEDICINE 715 13th Street Northwest. Dr. J. Cresap McCoy, Dr. J. M. Cowden, Consulting Physicians. Office Hours, 9 to 12 a.m., 1 to 5 p.m., 6; to 8 p.m.,datly. Sunday, 10 a.m. to 4 p.m COPIES OF DOCT WR McOOY'S MONOGRAPH ON CATARRH WILL BE MAILED ON APPLICATIC TO THOSE DIRECTLY ES CURE OF C: IN TH AN ASTONISHED SPARROW. It Tickled the Rhinoceros’ Nose, and the Great Benst Sneezed. From the English Mlustrated Magazine. It is not easy to astonish a sparrow. You can scare it—“‘often scared as oft re- turn, a pert, voracious kind’—and make it fly away, but that is only because the sparrow has the bump of self-preservation very prominently developed, and takes a hint as to personal danger -with extraor- dinary promptitude. But, though it may remove its small body out of harm’s way for the time being, it is not disconcerted. You can see that by the way in which ‘t immediately goes on with its toilet. Its nerves have not been shaken—that is evi- dent from its obvious self-possession, and the way it scratches its head and makes a note of the fly which went by. It would not commence at once a frivolous alterca- tion with another of its kind if it had been disconcerted. And, really, it is not to be wondered at that the’ sparrow should be beyond the reach of astonishment. Think of what it sees, and sees quite unconcernedly, in the streets of London. Put a tiger into Fleet street, or a bear at the bank, and the poor beast would go crazy with ter- ror. A single omnibus would stampede a troop of lions. Yet a sparrow surveys the approaching fire engine undismayed, and it sits with its back to the street when a runaway van comes thundering death down Ludgate Hill. The small_bird’s life is, in fact, so made up of surprises that it re- gards the astounding as commonplace. So a fly, sitting down in a train, thinks noth- ing of finding itself in the next county when it gets up. Its whole existence is volcanic and seismic. hand without the hand moving. would a dog think if, on going into a ten- It cannot settle on a What acre field, the field suddnly turned ove: But the fly is not put out of countenance by such “phenomena.” It comes back to the hand. It is the same with the sparrow. It thinks no more of another wonder than the Seven Companions did of dragon in the day’s work. All the same, I have seen a sparrow totally confounded and all to pieces. It was, I confess, only a young one, with just the promise of a tail, nothing’ more, and some odds and ends of fluff still clinging between the red feathers. I was looking at the rhinoceros, which was lying down close to the railings, and a very sleepy rhinoceros it was. Except for slight twitches of the tail and an ocasional fidget of the ears, it was quite motionless. And the young sparrow hopping about in the inclosure, coming to the beast, hopped onto it, looking in the chinks of its skin for chance grains or insects. And it hopped all along its back onto his head (the rhinoceros winked), and along its head to the little horn, and from the little horn onto the big one (ard it blinked), and then off the horn onto its nose. And then the rhinoceros snorted. The sparrow was a sight to see. Exploded is no word for it. And it sat all in a heap on the corner of the house, and chirp- ed the mournfulest chirps. “I hadn't the smallest notion the thing was alive,” it said. “Oh, dear! oh, dear!” and it wouldn't be pacified for a long time. Its astonish- ment had been severe, and had got “into the system.” I remembered the story of the boy who sat on the whal blow- hole. Behemoth had got stranded on the Shetland coast. While the population was admiring it an urchin climbed onto the head of the distressed monster, and exult- another antly seated his graceless person on tte forehead. He had but a short time to en= Joy his triumph, and the next instant the whale, filling itself with air, blew such @ blast through its blowhole ‘that the boy, was blown up into the air, and out to sea, So said the veracious ch’ day—and I hope it w for little boys should not, under nstances, sit on the blowhole of whales, Nor y sparrows on the nostrils of a rhinoceros. oe On Another Spot. From the Louisville Truth. “What are you looking so doleful about?* said Sammy to Tommy. “Mamma’s going to speak to papa, when he comes home, about something I did to- da: “I see. Well, what will you give me to take your thrashing off your hands?” “But that it not where I usually get my, thrashings.” —— > He Got It. From Up-to- Dick—“You know that feller workin’ in shaft raive? Mick—“Ye: Dick—“‘Well, he kicked over a can of dye namite today and got it. —_+02—____ Just What He Wanted. From Town Topics. Bryce—"Clubleigh says he has a wife that just suits him.” Gryce—“Why, I thought she was a vixen and raised a row with him every day. a ‘That's just it. She drives him t¢ ni who was always kickin’ for @