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20 modestly, and with that politeness he had learned in Paris. “Won't you come in? I am sorry my bus- band is not at home. Is it on account of the strike you come? I feel very anxious. Your mother called yesterday, and we had a long conversation about it.” “Yes, the mater takes a great interest in the workingman, although I can’t say I do, myself. I merely wished to have an in- formal ‘chat with Mr. Sartwell on the situa- tien, and that is why I called at the house rather than the office.” Barney stepped into the hall and kept his hat in his hand to show he had a Ransom waiting. He had no intention of staying more than a moment or two. The door of the drawing room was thrown open, and when the two entered they found Edna Sartwell sitting there in a deep chair, rea‘ling a book with such in- terest that she evidently hai not heard a word of the colloquy at the door. She rose in some confusion, colering deeply as she saw a stranger come in ‘hn her step- mether. The latter said nothing to the girl, but directed a glance at her that, speaking as plainly as words, told her to leave the room. Barney’s first thought on seeing Edna was that she was about to escape from the room, and that this desertion mnst be diplo- matically prevented. Barney’s great bur- den in iife, so he often told his friends, was that the young ladies of England were in the habit of throwing themselves at his head, which remark caused Haldiman once to say that they had a qnick eye for his weakest point of defense. Now here was a “stunning” girl, to use Barney’s own phrase about her, who was actually about to walk out of the room without casting a second glance at him. A young man al- ways likes the unusual. ‘Not your daughter, Mrs. Sartwell?” said Barney, in his most winning manner. “My stepdaughter,” answered the lady, coldly. I thought you could not have a grown-up daughter,” murmured Barney, delicately. He always found this particular kind of compliment very successful with ladies well past middle age, and in this case confidence was not misplaced. “Do net let me drive you away, Miss Sart- well,” he continued. “I am Barnard Hope, he added, seeing that Mrs. Sartwell did not intend to introduce him, nd I called to see your father and talk with him regard- irg the strike. So, you know, it is a matter that interests us all, and I beg of you to join in the conference.” The moment he mentioned her father and the strike, he saw he held the attention of the girl, who pacsed and looked at her stepmother. That perplexed lady was in a quandary. She did not wish to offend Mrs. Hope’s son, and she did not want her step- daughter to remain in the room. She hesi- tated, and was lost. “Pray let me offer you a chair in your own drawing room,” said Barney, with that gallantry which he always found irresist- ible, “and you, Mrs. Sartwell. Now we will have @ comfortable informal chat, which I know will be of immense assistance in my talk with Mr. Sartwell, for I confess 1 am a little afraid of him.” Edna opened her eyes at this; she had several times heard people say they stood In awe of ather, and she never could understand wh: “You see,” chirruped Barney, “the mater takes a great interest in the workingman; so do I.” He thought this noble sentiment would appeal to Edna Sartwell. “I think we all—we all— uld feel a cer- tain responsibility, don’t you know. You * what I mean, Mrs. Sartwell?” 7 S you great credit, Mr. the lady appealed to, al- she uttered the phrase with some Y, as if it were an a: ‘kmen are our fellow creatures, .”’ eried Barney, with all the en- m of a startling discov m I my brother’s keeper Quit a assented Barr. who took the remark as . couldn't have stated the case better if I had thought all day about it. . the mater imagined that perhaps Mr. Sartwell wouid consent to meet the men and talk it over, making, perhaps, some trifling concessions, then everything would be iovely. You “said Mrs. st reasonable proposal,” . with a sigh, “but my f no value, especially in my own house.” ‘Oh, don’t say that, Mrs. Sartwell. I am sure every one must value your opinion st highly—every one who has the pri e of hearing it. I assure you, I di *, What do you think, Miss Sartwell?" n beamed on the girl in h ting manner, but his charm- i al expression was in a measure los for Edna was looking at the carpet, a arently perplexed. T think,” ske id at last, “that time dealing with and the situation He has had a great dea! father, who spends nearly all hi the men, must unde ter than we do. to me our advice may not have value to him.” Sarney could hardly repress a long whis- tle. So this was how the land lay. This demure miss a had an opinion of her cwn, and was plainly going to stand with ker father against the field. Heretofore eve ody had always agreed with Barne ‘xcepting, of course, those rascaliy u- ts, who were no respecters of persons. nd more especially had all women agre with him; therefor, tFis little bit of oppo- sition, so decorously expressed, had a new and refreshing flavor. The ind had shift- ed; he must trim his sails to suit the breeze. “There, Miss Sartwell, you have touched the weak spot in our case. Just what I said to the mater. ‘Mr. Sartwell’s on the spot,” said I, ‘and he ought to know.’ Al- mest your very words, Miss Sartwell.” An ominous cloud rested on Mrs. Sart- well’s brow. y.”" she sald severely, “the owners of a business should have something to say about the way it is to be conducted. :- “The tendency of modern times,” cried Barney, airily, waving his hand, “appears to be entirely in the opposite direction, my dear madam. It fs getting to be that who- ever has a say in a business, the owners shall have the least. And I ‘am not sure hut this Is, to a certain extent, logical. 1 have often heard my father say that Mr. Sartwell was the real maker of the busl- ress. Why, then, should he be interfered Edna looked up gratefully at the enthu- siastic young man, for she not only liked the sentiments he was beginning to ex- Press, but she liked the manly ring in his velce. “And now, Miss Sartwell, I'll tell you what I propose. Have a talk with your father. Then, if Mrs. Sartwell will allow me, I will call again, and I can judge from what you say whether it will be worth while troubling Mr. Sartwell with our ad- vice. You see, we have all the same ob- ject in view—we wish to help Mr. Sartwell if we can. If we can’t, then there is no harm done. You see what I mean?” Mrs. Sartwell rather grudgingly assented to this. Edna said nothing. “You see, ladies, I am an artist—a painter COULDN'T DRINK COFFEE. WOULDN'T BE PUT OFF WITH CHOCOLATE OR TEA, “And you might bring me a cup of weak coffee, a busy man sald to a restaurant waiter when giving an order. “What makes you call for weak coffee, Sam? & friend remarked. “Oh, I have no business to drink coffee any- how, but I don’t care for chocolate or tea, and do like coffee, although it raises the old harry wits my nerves and stomach.” Many a man fails in business because of his Physical Inability to attend to it properly, When @ man wakes up end looks squarely at himself and bis affairs he will break off those habits that Weaken his body and prevent bim from pushing bis Plans to a successful issue. Tobacco and coffee seem so harmless that a man fecls they cannot hurt him seriously, and for that reason sticks to them day after day until bis nerves give out and a long period of Rervous prostration sets in. While a man is sick his business goes to—well, experience shows that it don’t go right, and that a sick spell is a wonder- fully expensive investment. Quit the poisonous habits, and nature will slowly rebuild the broken system without the use of medicines. . It Is not so hard to give over coffee when one can have Postum, a beverago which looks tike the finest Mocha coffee, and creams up with the golden brown of rich old Java. It is very nourish- ing and fattenipg and has the pungent, ‘piquant taste demanded by the coffee drinker, at the same thme it can be used by children as well as edults. Nothing which nature furnishes 1s superior to the grains for making gray matter In the. brain and nerve centers. Postum, the food drink, is made wholly and enttrely of the grains. It can truly be said to “‘make red blood."* In comparison with coffee its cost is about one-third. Grocers sell it, or the Postum Ceres! company (limited) ef Battle Creek, Mich., send enough for fifty cups for 2 cents. Beware of the fraudulent tmitations of the original Postum Cereal Grain coffee. Insist cn Bostum. ‘lineman, an insulator fell from a cross-top THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1896-24 PAGES. of pictures; I work, as it were, in the past and. in the future. My studio is in Chelsea. It is said to be the finest in London; bet, of course, I _ care nothing about that; to me it is merely my workshop. But there are relaxations, even in artistic life, and every Tuesday after- noon, from 3 o'clock till 5, I am at home to my friends. I expect the mater to re- ceive my guests, and you must promise to come. Mrs. Sartwell, will you not? I will send you cards, and you will be sure to meet some nice people. May I count on you. I know the mater will be pleased.” “I shall be very happy to accept your in- vitation,” said Mrs. Sartwell, softening un- der the genial influence of the young man. “And you, too, Miss Sartwell?” Edna looked somewhat dubiously at her stepmother. “You will bring Miss Sartwell with you, will you not?” persisted the young man. “T am always glad to do anything to add to Edna’s pleasure,” said Mrs. Sartwell, a trifle less cordially, “but it must be as her father says.” “Then you will use your influence with him, Miss Sartwell, won't you, and get hin\ to consent. I am sure he will not refuse if you care to come.” “I should like very much to go,” said Edna. “Then we will look on it as settled.” When Barney stepped into his waiting hansom he said to himself: “Ah, Barney, my boy, you light on your feet, as usual. What a lovely girl! and a mind of her own, too, if she is so shy. Who would ever have suspected grim old Sartwell of having such a pretty daughter! I. must persuade the mater to come off that particular hobby- horse of hers, for it is easy to see the girl doesn’t want any one to interfere with her father. If I can bring the mater around and get the check, too, I’m a diplomatist.” (To be continued next Saturday.) — TWICE WOOED AND WON. A Man Who Had Forgotten Every- thing, Eyen His Sweetheart. From the Cleveland Leader. As the finale to an exceedingly singular and at the same time a romantic case, in- fermation reached the Leader office last night to the effect that William E. Hig- gins of Sandusky and Miss Edith Marchus of 263 Forest street, Cleveland, were mar- r:ed in this city some time ago, thus join- ing two young people who were separated for menths by unprecedented circum- stances. Several months ago the medical authori- ties were nonplussed by the peculiar malady which afflicted Mr. Higgins, and to this day there has been no satisfactory explanation of it made. The young man is about twenty-two years of age, and up to the summer of 1885 lived with his parents in Sandusky. He went to Elyria, where he obtained a situation with the Johnson Elec- tric Railway Company, and one day in August of that year, while at work as a and struck him on the forehead. At the time he complained of a peculiar sensation about the head, and as time passed he daily became more confused in his thoughts. Fearing that he would be ill, he returned home, and wzs prostrated for tour weeks. When he had recovered his health appar- ently, he returned to Elyria and re-entered the employ of the railway company. One Saturday evening he announced “to his landlady that he was going home to spend Sunday, and she became alarmed when the young man did not return. Mr. ii the father, went to Elyria in is son. That was the first in- timation that any one had that a misfor- tune had befallen the young man. It was thought fcr a time that the young man had been murdered for his meney. This idea was exploded when his bank book and a sum of money were found in his valise. The fatiier returned home, thinking he would never see his son again. He communicated with the authorities of various cities, ask- ing for information regarding his son. Re- perts came of strange young men in various sections, and the father traveled hundreds of miles to identify his son. So many dis- appointments awaited him that for a time it seemed hope was vain. One day a fri of the family told the father that he thought he had seen Will in St. Louis. Mr. Higgins at once left for that city and found his son working with a gang of linemen in the employ of the Mis- scuri Electric Company. The father was overjoyed at the recovery of his son, and threw his arms around the neck of the young man. The consternation and horror of the father can hardly be imagined when the son said: “Excuse me. but I do not know you.” Then the terrible t1uth flashed across the mind of the father, and he realized that his son had lost his memory. The father worked with the young man for hours, trying to recall to him scenes of his home and mother, but all to no avail. The young man said he remem- bered nothing antedating his living in a bearding house in St. Louis. Where he came from, he said, he did not know. He said, however, he was desirous of solving the mystery of his past, and accepted his father’s invitation to return home with him in the hope that his memory might be awakened. It was supposed that when young Higgins would arrive home and see his mother he would again be himself in every respect. But he did not know her, although she wept on his shoulder and repeated to him all those fond names she used in address- ing him when he was an infant and a grow- ing child. He could not recall anything of his past. Then a delicate surprise was arranged for him, which, it was hoped, as a last resort, would awaken his memory. Miss Ecith Marchus of 263 Forest street, this city, whom Mr. Higgins had been engaged to marry in October, 1895, was sent for. She arrived, and was much moved by the presence of her lover, whom she had mourned as dead for so many months. The young man treated her with respect, but his demeanor plainly indicated that ‘Miss Marchus, whom he would have married but for his misfortune, was as a stranger to him. Miss Marchus had formerly lived in Sandusky, and, having moved to Cleve- land, she was prevailed upon to remain at the Higgins home for several days, in the hope that constant association would re- kindle young Higgins’ memory. Ail efforts failed, however, but Mr. Hig- gins developed a strong attachment for Miss Marchus, which ripened into love, and they were finally married in this city. ——-e-_____ Why the Talk Party Failed. From the Chicago Times-Herald. “You weren't at the Joneses’,” said the girl with the brown cape. *“No, I wasn’t; and I’m awfully sorry. You see, I would have been there, but—’ “Well, you ought to be precious glad that you weren't.” “Why, what was the matter? I always thought everybody had a good time- when they went to the Joneses’, for I believe—” was the dullest thing I ever saw. You knew it was to be a sort of talk party.” “Yes, everybody was to get in groups and talk about things. Now, for my part, I like—” “But it wasn’t. We just sat and looked at each other all the evening, and every- body went home feeling uncomfortable.” “You don’t say so? Why, what was the matter? Did anything happen?” “I .m not sure whether to say yes or no. You see, it was this way: The pianist didn’t come, and there wasn’t anybody there who could play the piand, 80, of course, we couldn't talk, and we all sat there, feeling bored until it was time to go.” ——++ —___ The Original Grandfather's Clock. From the Hartford Courant. The personal property of the late James Terry, at one time Terryville’s leading citi- zen and president of the Eagle Lock Com- pany, was sold at public auction today by Richard Baldwin, administrator of the estate. Much of the property consisted of bocks and household. goods left by Mr. Terry, besides a few articles belonging to the estate of Mr. Terry's grandfather, Eli Terry, the first clockmaker of America. ‘The greatest interest centered in the sale of the original “grandfather's clock,” Eli Terry's first production, and, therefore, the first tall clock made by an American. It is a remarkably handsome timepiece, the uiti- mate ownership of which has been the cause of considerable controversy. The bid- ding was confined to James Terry of New Haven and E. Clinton Terry of Hartford, the late Mr. Terry’s only sons, and the ol clock was finally bought by E. C. Terry for $1,000. An oll portrait of Eli Terry and Eli Terry's first shelf clock were also secured by E. C. Terry for $260. o-—_____ An Early Start. From Life. “Aren't you giving your boy dancing les- sons at & very young age?” “But we intend him for the army.” A RAILROAD MAN Incidents in the Career of One Who Had Many Fights. HE WAS KNOWN AS SCRAPPY JONES Thrashed a Hundred Engineers and Firemen and Yet Loved Peace. PART OF HIS MISSION E VERY MAN WHO has railroaded for a single day on the Rio Grande has heard of John Jones —“Scrap- py” Jones they called him. If ghere is such a disease as scrapto- mania then John Jones had it, good and hard. He began at the bottom as helper in the machine skops, and industri- 5 ously fought his way up the ladder until he became a full-fledged Iccomotive engineer. There is scarcely a flag station on the entire system that has uot at some time or arother been his bat- tlefield. The most interesting feature in the his- tery of Jones is the fact that he never sought a fight, or fought for the “fun of it,” as most fighting characters do. I knew him intimately, worked with him many a day, and it seemed to me that he had fights thrust upon him in nearly every instance. When he was “hostler” at Salida I was his assistant. One day when we were dangling our feet from a high bench in the round house I asked him how it was that he had so many fights. “You are bet- ter tempered and happier than I am; I have had one fight since I began ratlroad- ing; how many have you had?” ‘Bout a hundred,” said Jones, and his hemely face was sad. He told me, then and there, that fighting was his besetting sin. He ‘had worked and prayed that he might be spared the necessity of thrash- ing men, but it seemed a part of nis mis- sion on earth. When the noon whistle scunded we slid off the high bench and went into the wash room to prepare for He h th d Right Out Th Window and Lit on Top of the Brakeman. luncheon. Before we left the house we were obliged to ise the turntable. ‘Hey there, back up. We want to use the turn- table!” Jones called cheerfully enough to & passenger engineer who was oiling his which, contrary to all rules and as left standing on the turn- Now Jones had thrashed nearly every engineer he had fired for during his apprenticeskip and they all hated him, so this middle division man only gave him a sour look and went on oiling. said Jones, rolling his thumb and twirling his wtchchain about it, “Are you going to back up An Example in Point. “Yes, when I get ready,” was the reply, and Jones made straight for the enginc. As he climbed up on one side the driver mounted from the other, and, snatching up a hand hammer, raised it above Jones’ head and warned him to keep off his en- gine. I held my breath as Jones continued to climb end the engineer stocd ready to brain him. When the hostler, who appear- ed not to have heard the warning, haJ gained the deck he twisted the hammer from the grasp of the engineer, threw it back Into the coal tank, backed the engine from the table, set the air brakes and leaped to the ground. He had missed a fight here simply because fhe engineer weakened, and yet Jones was wholly in the right. Once when he was ‘firing a passenger ergine they stopped at Cleora, only two miles from the end of the run, the engineer abused Jones and Jones thumped him. The driver told the conductor that he would not run the engine in with that fire- man, whereupon Jones gave the driver another licking, drove him into the cab and_compelled him to go to the end of the division, There was an investigation in the office of Master Mechanic Kelker at Pueblo, the engineer began to abuse the fireman and he was notified by the latter that such a course was liable to lead to trouble. Presently the engineer called Jores a liar, and instantly he fell sprawling across the master mechanic’s desk. This catsed the fireman's discharge. But the provocation had been great, and the official gave Jones a rather compli- mentary letter to the general master me- chanic@at Denver. Jones went up and told the whole story, not even attempting to justify his own actions, and he was re- employed upon another run. In those days engineers and firemen worked far apart, and as Jones had licked about half the ergineers on the middle division he was simply despised by the men on the right- hend side. His Account of a Fight. There was a young Irishman who was a magnificent man, physically, and pos- sessed of no end of sand, and to this hand- some fellow was given the task of thrash- ing Scrappy Jones. They met one day out at the steel works and the Irishman had no trouble in working Jones up to the proper pitch. Jones told the story of this fight to me. ‘He looked like a giant,” e said, “when he faced me, but I was mad. Before I knew he was within reach he hit me square between the eyes and it seemed to me it was raining fire. I fell sprawling on my back, but got up as quick- ly as I could, and he knocked me down again. I got up again with the air full of seats He knocked me dowmagain. More ire. - continued to go down and get up; it didn’t hurt so very much, only it blinded me, and that annoyed me, for I was anxious to sce how he did it, for I had never ‘ound it ‘utterly impossible to get at a men before. As often as I straightened up he hi: me plumb between the eyes and down I went. I had been down six times, but my wind was better than that of my orponent, and that very fact seemed to Giscourage him. He was breathing like a snow plow, and when I went down for the seventh time he started to climb my frame, and that was his Waterloo. “I saw him coming, dimly, as through a veil all dotted with stars. I doubled up like a jack knife and when I straight- ened my legs out I drove my feet into the stemach of my antagonist. He went over on his back and I went over on top of him and closed the incident. He had me whip- ped. I was completely done out, and three more falls would have ended me, but he got and wanted to end the fight.” A Little Private Mill. ‘The next man selected to discipline Jones 3 was a yardmaster ‘named Jim Williams. I When Williams first time he Jaug! at him. ‘Are you ‘the art¥t>that has licked all the engineers on ite lddle division?” ask- sy ithe fighter for the nel ed Jim with a quizzigal, smile. Jones showed plainly that -he was em- barrassed. He alwaye:looked so when he knew that a man :: trying to pick a quarrel with him. “#¢ answered that he had done the best he could for those who had come up against, sim, and Jim laughed some more. Threesot four seconds were now wasted in prelijmary talk, and then the two climbed irité an empty box and Jones Fought the Entire “Hill Crew.” shut the door. The men on the outside only listened to catch word that would give them some idea a to how the fight was going, but there was no talk. At times one would fancy that a foot ball team was performing inside. Now there came heaves and grunis as if two men were trying to put up a heavy stove, and then you might guess that a dray had backed up to the opposite door and they were throwing in a few sacks of potatoes. Presently. there was a “rush,” and they threw in the dray, horse and all. This was followed by perfect quiet, save for the heavy breathing of the horse. A few mo- ments later the door was opened and the two men came out, bleeding through their smiles, and still the result of the fight was a secret, and it has, so far as all know, re- mained so to this day. Whipped the Hill Crew. Jones’ fights became so notorious that the traveling engineer waited upon him to say that the master mechanic had ordered that the belligerent engineer be discharged at the conclusion of his next fight. Jones promised to reform. About a month later the traveling engineer climbed into the cab of the engine, which Jones w: running, helping trains from Colorado Springs up over the divide. The young driver showed much feeling upon meeting the T. E., and at once assured the official that he appre- ciated the leniency of the management; that they had all been very forgiving, and now he hoped that he might leave the ser- 3 h the good wishes of the official hy, you are not going to quit, are you, John? ‘The old man complimented you repeatedly upon the excellent work you have been doing here. on the hill.” “Then I take it that the old man isn't on, id Jones. ‘“Phat’s like you, Frank, to try to save my neck, but it's no use.” Suddenly it dawned upon the mind of the zperintendent of motive power had been fighting. If he want- re, all he had to do was to ask Jcnes and he would get the whole truth, so he asked him whom he had fought with. “The hill cre “Ail of them : “Yep—began on the “head brakeman and cieaned out the caboose, ineluding the cap- tain,” said Jones, with’ no show of pride. The’ official jumped off, the engine and swung into tie cahdose ‘of an “cast-hound freight train, and that was the last Jones heard of the order to discharge him, for the conductor was. too proud to report the fact that a little man weighing less than one hundred and forty pounds had cleaned out the crew with his naked hands. The last time I saw Jones he told me that he had quit railroading. He had hought, with the money he had saved up, the old farm in Kentucky, where he was born, had married the little girl who had been his playmate in childhood, and I pre- sume she and I were about the only close friends he had whom he had never thrashed. CY WARMA ——.__ THE TRUNK WAS LOADED. was the brief reply. The Poet's Dream of Retribution for the Baggage Tosser Comes True. From the Memphis Commezcial Appeal. Some years since a poem upon the fate of a baggage man who smashed a trunk load- ed with dynamite attracted considerable at- tention among the traveling public, but it remained for an agent upon a Yazoo and Mississippi Valley train to actually en- counter that fate. He is J. P. Henry of this city, baggage agent for the road and also express agent for,the American Ex- press Company. He now lies in bed on South Main street with a buckshot in each leg, a cut over the left eye, a bruise in the chin, a piece of zinc in his foot, and some twenty or thirty small shot in different parts of his body. And with all of this he is happy that he is alive. That the trunk was loaded Mr. Henry will make affidavit and put in a photograph of his skin as evi- dence, but no one seems to know what it was loaded for or with. The missiles would be effective for either bear or flies. Mr. Henry runs on the train from Vicks- burg to this city, and when the train pull- ed into Alligator Lake, eighty-eight miles south of the city, at 1:20 o'clock Saturday afternoon, the porter at the depot pitched an ordinary looking trunk into the baggage car.,. There was only one other piece of baggage in the car, and soon after the train pulled out Mr. Henry caught hold of the trunk and was edging it to a conven- ient place in the car when there was a ter- rific explosion. The lid flew up and struck him in the face, knocking him to the floor with the remains of the trunk on top of him. While he was falling he received three small shot in the right arm and any number of them in both legs, together with a large ball in each leg, one being about the middle of the left calf, and the other just above the right ankle. He was con- scious enough when the mail agent rushed in to tell the latter to pull the bell cord, as the mass of rubbish had taken fire from the explosion. The postal clerk aided Mr. Henry in extricating himself until the con- ductor and brakemen came to their assist- ance. Under instructions the latter threw the remains of the'trunk out of the car door from fear that ft might contain some other explosives. Thetrainmen were afraid to make an examination of the contents of the loaded trunk, but as it went out of the door there could be seen a box of caps for an old-fashioned muazzle-loading gun, lots of smoking shells, a brass musician’s horn and a lot of clothing. It could not be seen whether or not there was a gun in the outfit. = There was only one passenger to enter the train from Alligator,ake. He was a negro, and was ticketed for Jonestown. It was to the same place that the trunk was checked, but when the trainmen went to the negro for information as to.the contents of the trunk he declared that he had no trunk. He put up a good denial at the time, but when the train arrived at Clarksdale he left it and failed to:return. None now doubt that he owned the trunk and knew what was in it. 5 From papers left in the car after the ex- plosion it was learned that the owner of the trunk was a negro preacher by the name of Y. T. Jones, and that he was a member of the Epworth League and sev- eral other orders, but no’ trace has been gotten of him since the explosion. Should he be caught, he would be dealt with ac- cording to the law. Judge Fentress, coun- sel for the road, in discussing the matter said that if Mr. Henry should die the owner of the trunk would most certainly be guilty of manslaughter. But while his injuries are painful, they are not serious. He is resting easy, and will be out as soon as the wounds from the bullets shall have had time to heal up. “APENTA” HUNGARIAN BITTER WATER, "rom the Us HUNYADI ; under the abso™ lute control of the Royal Hungarian Chemical In- of ture), Buda-Pest. be. SOSTCSOBSSSH OOS OD SSHSS SOHSOS OSSHHSD OHH OSSOOHLN OOO SOOO? your confidence. True, It kills doubts and cures doubters. J. C. Ayer Co., Lowell, Mass. Send for the “Curebook.” SSSSSOSSS OSCSSesca Drs.Maybeand Mustbe You choose the old doctor before the young one. Why? Because you don’t want to entrust your life in inexperienced hands. tor may be experienced. But the old doctor must You take no chances with Dr. Maybe when Dr. Mustbe is in reach. Same with medicines as with medicine makers--the long-tried remedy has You prefer experience to experi- ment--when you are concerned. The new remedy may be good--but let somebody else prove it. old remedy must be good--judged on its record of cures. Just one more reason for choosing Ayer’s Sarsaparilla in preference to any other. been the standard household Sarsaparilla for half acentury. Its record inspires confidence--50 years of cures. If others may be good, Ayer’s Sarsapa- rilla must be. You take no chances when you take Ayer’s Sarsaparilla. Still have doubts? 3S the young doc- @OSOSDOD9GOHHNGSDHOO The It has UNIVERSITY NOTES Georgetown University. At the meeting of the Philademic Society the silver question was debated. T. Welch speaking for free coinage and B. F. Maher against it. The decisicn, by vote of the so- ciety on tie merits of the arguments, was in favor of the negative. Thursday the so- ciety will hold an election to select debaters to participate in the Merrick medal debate, which takes place February 27. The prom- inent candidates for the honor, of whom three are to be selected, are Maher, Maine; Curley, Delaware; Fox, Ohio; Welsh, Con- necticut; Sullivan and O’Donohue, District of Columbia. Only members of the grad- uating class are eligible. The Morris Debating Society discussed the benefits of Wall street to the country at its last meeting, Tobin speaking in the negative and Kerrigan in the affirmative. Both speakers are of the law class of '97 Father J. Havens Hichards, S.J., returne Tuesday from Boston, Mass., where he at- tended the meeting of the Catholic Alumni Association and delivered an address Mon- lay evening. : Martin L. Caffery, a former prefect of the university, but now of New York city, spent Thanksgiving at the college. The second number of the College Journal was issued this week. ‘The musical and jolly entertainment given by the students, under the direction of Father Wm. J. Ennis, S.J., in Gaston Hall, Thanksgiving eve, was a success in every way, the hall being packed, and the pro- gram being good and well rendered. The singing of the Glee Club, the work of the Banjo Club, the solo by Geo. H. O'Connor and the character sketch by C. M. Mc- Laughlin being particularly well received. ‘The president of the senior iaw class has announced the following as the executive committee: H. O. Hoag, chairman; J. M. Chamberlin, T. A. Driscoll, D. Stewart, W. G. Walker. The Law School Debating Society will discuss the question, “Resolved, That citi- zens of the District of Columbia should have the right of suffrage.” Affirmative, L. David and James Ryan; negative, Mar- tin Conboy, J. L. Fogel. National University. The junior class has elected officers as follows: E. P. Hamlin, president; R. W. Moulton, vice president; E. M. Hussey, secretary; S. B. Fowler, treasurer. Officers of the senior Class have been chosen as follows: George R. Davis, presi- dent; R. L. Goodman, vice president; G. O. McQuesten, secretary; H. W. Bowen, treasurer. Officers of the post-graduate class have been elected as follows: J. F. Bartlett, pres- ident; D. A. Usina, vice president; F. 8. Holliger, treasurer; J. H. Jochum, jr., “*the Natonal University Law School De- bating Society permanently organized last Saturday evening, December 21. The fol- lowing were elected as officers: G. N. Brown, president; E. R. Magie, vice presi- dent; E. P. Hamlin, secretary; J. F. Bart- lett, treasurer; executive committee, A. B. Shelton, G. R. Davis, E. S. Baily. The first regular meeting of the Debating Society will be held next Friday, when the following question will be discussed: “Ré solved, That the United States should a’ nex the Island of Cuba.” Affirmative, M. Smith, C. H. Mf€rrilat, E. P. Hamlin; negative, C. J. Kellogg, G. D. McQuesten, E. M. Hussey. Prof. Cole will deliver his last lecture on statutory law Wednesday evening next, and the examinations will follow. The senior elass have finished the study of pleadirg, and have taken up the first volume of Greenleaf on Evidence. Prof. Claughton having finished with the post-graduate class on mercantile la’ Prof. Carusi will now take them in Green. leaf on Evidence, volumes two and three. The argument of case in the moot court has not comenced as yet, the session Tu day evening being devoted to the hearing of motions, etc. The first case is set for hearing this evening. The arrangements between the medical, dental and law departments for the form: tion of a Greek letter society are bein rapidly pushed, and a complete organiza- tion is looked for in the near future. Howard University. At the service of sacred song tomorrow evening af ) o'clock the following pro- gram will be rendered: Song, “Praise Him, Praise Him,” full chorus; scripture reading, Mr. Yensen; piano solo, Miss Phyllis Per- ry; iavocation; duet, “Midnight Clear,” Miss M. B. Quander and Prof. W. J. ns; anthem, “Ponder Thy Words,’ choir; address, Rev. W. V. Tunnell: song, “Praise His Name Forever,” chorus, anthem, “Sweet Sabbath Eve, choir; reading, selected, Miss Bly; m “Seeking the Host,” full chorus; “Gloria Patria,” C. E. choir. A C. E. sociable was held in Miner hall last ning. Refreshments were served and a pleasant evening spent by those present. The Thanksgiving service, led by Prof. Fairfield, last Tuesday evening was well atiended, as was also the special service Thursday afternoon at 4:30 o'clock. The entertainment of the mandolin, gui- tar and banjo clubs, given in the chavel Thursday evening, under the Girection of D. O. W. Holmes and J. E. Buckner, was a well-attended and successful affair. An entertainment was also given by the same clubs at the Opera House in Alexandria Wednesday evening. Catholic University. The senate of the university at a recent session authorized the conferring of the degrees of bachelor and master of civil law for studies in the Roman law independent- ly of the common law course. Heretofore all law degrees required a study of the common law as a basis. Dr. Pace, who has been ill with typhoid fever at Providence Hospital since October 1, is convalescing, and is expected to re- sume his classes in the near future. The Thanksgiving holiday given the stu- dents was for Thanksgiving only, recita- tions being resumed yesterday in all de- partments. Several new students have registered in the law department the past week. Colambian University. The Law School Debating Society will pb ¢iscuss tonight “Resolved, That a graduat- ed income tax is just, equi ble and de- sirous.” Affirmative, John T. Harris, W. A. Mitchell; negative, George R. Linkin W. F. Kirk. The election of officers Society will be held We Justice Brewer of the ed States Su- preme Court delivered first lecture in the course on the law of corporations Mon- day last The Philosophical Society of the Corcoran Scientific School elec c n the En esday. an ; secretary and tre f <illian Holbrook. A’ paper or ciology” was read by Mr. Farmer, and one on Greek Mythology iss Holbrook. The society meets once each month. M nie Holmes of Marshall, Va., en- tertained a number of her fe at a house party Miss Stover, Miss Drape and Mr. Johnston were ong the num- ber. . Miss Jessie C. McDonald, A-M., , Cor- coran Scientific School, has been ap ed principal of the McDonald-Ellis of this city. The Scclety for Philosophic Inquiry met Tuesday afternoon and held a conte on the “Nature and Definition of Ph ophy.” Prof. Johnson has recovered fro: tack of typhoid fever, and comm lectures to the post-graduate law Judge Harlan will deliver a lec fore the law department on ti trlot, George Mason. The been’ decided on. In the dental departme son has commenced his lect course on pathology, and Dr. K tal technique. Phi Beta P elected as follows: Mis Gent; Miss Ruth McGow Miss Mary Kelly, secreta Bingham, corresponding Anna Kelton, treasurer. paneer Overreached Himself. From the Lewiston (le.) Journal. That story of a Caribou potato raiser who refused an offer of 48 cents a barrel for eleven barrels of potatoes, declaring that he would have $5 or nothing for the load, is matched by a yarn that comes from Grand Lake Stream of a man who re- cently went after a calf that he had pas- tvred out all summer and asked what he owed for the pasturing. “Well,” says the farmer, “I've got a bill of $7 against you, but I will take the calf and call it settled, providing you are willing.” “No, ir,’ was the answer. “I will not do that,-but I will tell you what I will do: You keep the calf two weeks longer, and you can have her.” SSS Well Ba ced. From the Indianapolis Journal. “You have a well-balanced company,” said the kind critic. “I think so,” responded the manager, with pride. “Very well balanced, indeed. The heavy villain is so light and the comedian so heavy that the balance may be called al- most perfect.” ~ “Mr. Rusher, I did not recognize you in the ss foot ball game today.” ‘The reason.—Life,