Evening Star Newspaper, October 26, 1898, Page 9

THE EVENING STAR, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 26, 1898-14 PAGES. RUN DOWN OR BROKEN WHE A Society Woman and Her Watch Suggest a Pertinent Physical Parallel. A lady went to a famous New York watchmaker the other day and | said her watch had broken down. The watchmaker opened the watch, adjusted his eyeglass and carefully examined the works. He smiled as he shut the case, wound the watch, set it, and handed it back to its owner. “Whi, What Was’ wrong?” she asked. “What did-yeu do?” as with the watch at her ear, she listened in pleased surprise to its regular beat. “Tt was just run down, and I wound it up, that was all,” answered the watchmaker. There is all the difference in the world between being broken down “I thank God for such remedies as your ‘Favorite Prescription’ and “Golden Medical Discovery,’ for my- self and friends honestly believe that had it not been for these wonderful medicines I would today be in my grave,” writes Miss Laura Brooks of Clinch, Hancock Co., Tenn. “I am sure that I could not have lived many days in the condition I was in at the time { first consulted you. I was only praying to die and be free from pain. Iwas simply a shadow and we had tried almost everything, when, throngh.a friend, I was ad- vised to writé to you, which I did, thinking all the while that it was orily foolishness to think that such a case as mine could be cured. But I do not think so today. After the first weck’s treatment just as you pre- scribed, I felt like another. woman and I hardly believed that such could be, when the first period was passed without pain. I continued the treat- ment until I had used about seven RUN DOY nd run down. But it usually takes Ye skill of the specialist to determine the difference. There are thousands of women just in the condition of that watch. They are ali run down, but they make the mistake of thinking that they are broken down, and their con- dition is often aggravated by their fears. It often happens, however, that the complex symptoms of femi- nine diseases appear in the patient's judgment just as critical as the stopped watch. It is simply a “run down” condition and this run down condition in woman means that the vital forces are about exhausted. The woman, unable to care for the family or attend to her household duties, is as incapable of play as she is of work, is in constant pain, and feels that life is about to end, and that she is com- pletely broken down. Many thou- sands of just such women have come to Dr. R. V. Pierce, chief consulting physician of the Invalids’ Hotel and Surgical Institute, Buffalo, N. Y. Dr. Fierce is a specialist in the dis- f women, and his more than = experience has enabled him y to many a suffering woman: are not broken down. You are just run down. Your whole life will run on again in its divinely ap- pointed way, when the main spring which dominates it is once more regulated and enabled to exercise its inherent and proper function. The sufferings borne by women in ich men have no part or lot, and s and pangs of which they are ignorant, are chiefly related to those organs which are distinctively feminine. Thus the “run down” con- dition of woman.can ofttimes be traced to the irregular perfods which beginning in maidenhood culminate in the unpleasant ‘and debilitating drains of wifehood. Then come the 1 drain of frequently repeat- rhood, and with it, ulcera- ammations, displacements nal ergans and bearing down The nerve force has almost ly departed. There is no more al happiness and no more to face the obligations of maternity. The desponding mind of the prospective mother keeps a fear- ful watch on the dial which marks off the months and the days. She shrinks from her coming anguish. The little life knit up with hers is al- ready being blighted by her nervous- ness and gloomy forebodings, and surely handicapped in the race of life. This condition has been met in a wonderful way by Dr. Pierce’s Fa- vorite Prescription. It quickly allays inflammations, cures ulcerations, and builds up the nerve centers. The wife instead of nervously pacing the house wringing her hands in dread of the approaching day of pain, now sits and sews in happy preparation, her fingers sometimes falling idly to her lap, as she drifts into smiling reverie, and already imagines the tug of the tiny fingers and the pressure of the tender lips upon her bosom, swelling with motherly pride and happiness. Such a transformation seems won- derful. It is wonderful. Yet it is as true as it is wonderful. A half mil- lion of women have testified to these facts; women who have been freed from pain and suffering and been re- stored to the full measure of enjoy- ment which belongs to the happy duties of wife and wother. Some few of these women tell their story in the following testimonials: strain ar ed mothe tions, i of inter pains. < OR BROKEN DOWN. bottles of the Favorite Prescrfption’ and some of the ‘Discovery,’ anc now I am a well woman. I woul have given any amount if I had hac it, just for the rest it has already given me—rest from pain. I never know when the periods are coming on now, as I am free from pain, anc during the time I feel just as well as at any time, and am never confined to my room as I once was. I can eat anything I want and can work at any kind of work. Everybody who knows me thinks jt wonderfu that Tam not sick any more. [ thank God for this friend of omen, this blessed ‘Favorite Prescription’ I can never tell you how I thank you, dear doctor, for your kind advice and for your kind, good, fatherly let- ters to me.” : “What a difference in the suffering at time of childbirth when Dr. R. V. Pierce’s medicines are used,” writes Mrs. Edmon Jacobs of Bargersville, Johnson Co., Ind. “I had not heard of Dr. Pierté’s medicine three years ago, when I was expecting to’ be confined, so..had to suffer almost death. Before baby was born I could not be on my feet without two per- sons holding me. The baby was a boy weighing nine and three-quar- ter pounds, and for some weeks after his birth I suffered severe pain. Fol- lowing the advice of a neighbor last fall my husband bought me two bot- tles of Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets and one bottle of his ‘Favorite Pre- scription,’ which I took during the winter, and in March, 1898, I gave birth to a baby boy weighing ten and three-quarter pounds. 1 was only in labor two hours and was on my feet without help until thirty minutes be- fore my baby was born. He is now three months old and weighs nine- teen pounds. I know it was Dr. Pierce's medicine that saved me from suffering. I advise all women to take Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescrip- tion also his ‘Pleasant Pellets,’ if nec- essary. 1 would not be without them.” What a change from darkness to daylight these histories tell! - All this change occurred in the privacy of the home, without indelicate ques- tionings, offensive examinations and disagreeable local treatments so ob- noxious to modest-minded women: If afilicted you are cordially and courteously invited to write to Dr. Pierce and tell him your condition. There is no charge for this consulta- tion by letter. You get a specialist’s advice absolutely free. Every letter is treated as private communication between physician and patient, and every statement is held in the most sacred confidence. Write without fear as without fee. Remember that Dr. Pierce is a graduated physician, whose reputa- tion stands side by side with his thirty years’ experience. It is well to keep this in mind, because people are often invited to write to “doc- tors” who are doctors in name only, having no right to the professional title. The feelings of women who are often played upon, also, by those who invite them to “write to a wo- man and secure a woman’s sympa- thetic advice.” What a “run down” woman needs is sound medical ad- vice and not mere sisterly sympathy. There is not, so far as we know, any graduated woman physician con- nected with any proprietary medi- cine. There is ‘certainly no woman in any such position who, like Dr. Pierce, has given thirty years of ac- tive practice to the treatment of fe- male disorders, thus affording wo- men the practical sympathy of real help and sound healing. Every invalid woman should know that Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescrip- tion contains no alcohol, whisky or other intoxicant. It is also free from opium and narcotics, and contains neither sugar nor syrup. Without any of these it preserves it remedial value indefinitely in any climate. Medicine dealers everywhere sell Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription. See that you get the genuine. The imitations imitate the appearance only, They cannot imitate its thirty years’ record of cures. Look the dishonest dealer straight in the eye and ‘ask him if his imitation substi- tute which he is trying to foist upon you has a thirty. years’ record of cures behind it. Insist upon having a remedy with a record. The best book for any woman, single or married, in the spring of life or in its summer or autumn, is Dr. R. V. Pierce’s great work on physiology and hygiene, “The Peo- ple’s Common Sense Medical Advis- er.” It is medical science freed of all its technical phrases, and stripped of all its mystifying verbiage. It is the story of life, told in strong and sim- ple language. It appeals to young and old alike. Tt appeals to the heart as well as to the mind and to the soul which is over all. It is the plain, practical language of common sense applied to.the facts of physiology, the natural relation of the sexes, the hygiene of the home. This great book of 1,008 pages and over 700 illustrations, is sent free on receipt of 21 one-cent stamps (to defray the charge of mailing only) for the pa- per-covered edition. The heavier cloth-bound edition costs ten stamps more. Address World’s Dispensary Medical Association, Buffalo, N. Y. SYNOD'S LABORS FINISHED. Considerable Business Transacted at Lutheran Meeting at Taneytown. peclnl Correspondence of The Evening Star. TANEYTOWN, Md., October 25, 1898. Businegs at the Lutheran Maryland synod cecmmenced yesterday morning with the re- pert of the Gettysburg Seminary directors. The report expresses gratification at the condition of the institution. The committee on seminary debt reportad that but little of the $13,000 apportioned to the Maryland synod had been paid. The committee recommended that synod re- quest the seminary board to appoint an agent to canvass the matter in the various congregations. Election of seminary di- rectors resulted in the choice of Rey. C. A. Britt, clerical, and Dr. G. T. Motter, J. L. Bikle and H. G. Hines, laymen. A report was made from the committee appointed last year to examine the form of governmentyand usage of the Lutheran Church of Europe and America and formu- e a system of nodical government adapted to our nee The report recom- mended the cléction of the president for a term of three years, and the employment of a larger portion of his time in the interests ofthe churches. The report was laid on the table for consideration next year. Rev. J. G. Butler of Washington intro- @uced a resolution ‘on the state of the coun- try, which was passed and ‘ordered sent to the President of the United. States. The resolution says: “Devoutly recognizing God's guiding hand in our nation’s history, with thankfulness for the speedy termina. tion of the Spanish-American war through signal victories to our arms on the land and on the sea, the Evangelical Lutheran 1 of Mary! with a sense of our in- ponsibility as a Christian peo- ures the President of the United as commander-in-chief of our land al forces of our prayerful sympathy and na‘ for him amid his untried and momentous responsibilities, asking that God, who giveth wisdom to all who prayerfully seek it, may continue to guide and teach and strengthen him to a final and abiding Feace in keeping with the great princi- ples of the enlightened Christian civiliza- tion which has so highly exalted our re- public among the nations of earth.” The report on Anti-saloon League strong- ly indorsed the work and recommended the appointment of two delegates to the con- vention to be held at Cleveland in Decem- ber. The standing committee on temper- ance in its report recommended petitioning President McKinley to use his influence to abolish the army canteen. Resolutions on Sabbath observance were adopted, providing for co-operation with the Maryland Sabbath Association, and also the appointment of two members to co-operate with similar committees from other bodies. Greetings were ordered sent to the Min- isterlum of Pennsylvania on its 150th an- niversary. ‘The report of the apportionment commit- tee showed that 476.47 had been paid out of $24,178 desired. Out of seventy-five charges in tie synod, thirty-seven exceed- ed the apportionment, one just met it and forty: n were in deficit. The work of the Prisoners’ Aid Associa- tion, presented by Rev. W. C. Stoudenmire, chaplain to the Maryland penitentiary, was indorse ynod meets next year in Westmin- third Thursday in October, on in- ion of Rev. P. H. Miller, of that place. Business was concluded at the afternoon pn, and in the evering two able ad- $ » delivered, one on “Church s by Secretary H. H. Weber, and on “Home Missions by Secretary A. S. Hartman. —_—-—_ A Case of Telepathy. From the Seattle Post-Intelligencer. A startling psychological experience was coincident with the fatal dynamite explosion in the Coney mine, near Skykomish, early Wednesday morning. One of the two men killed was R, W. Robinson. At precisely the time he was stunned by the concussion his young wife, sieeping in Renton, had a vivid dream of her husband being killed in an explosion. She awoke in great agitation, and was so sensibly impressed by the vision that she arous2d her mother, Mrs. Jones, and told her of the occurrence. In spite of all as- surances to the contrary, the young wife insisted that her husband had been killed, and it was in the midst of her lamentations that a message was brought from “Skyko- mish tslling briefly of the accident. Mrs. Robinson reached here but last Sur- day from Pittsburg, Pa., and was staying a few days in Renton with her mother, Mrs. Jones, before joining her husband at the mine. He lived three hours before internal hemorrhage caused death, and a part of that time his mind was deliriously active. It was then, undoubtedly, that the vigorous herror and imagery of his own mind was transmitted to the sensitive brain of his wife. 5 Wants Quickly Filled. At this season, when ‘’so many are seek- ing situations, and, on the other hand, so many seeking employes, it is of interest to know that advertisements under the classifications Wanted Help and Wanted Situations are inserted in The Star at a charge of 15 cents for fifteen words, —_ >+— His Patriotism Was Aroused. From the Cleveland Plain Dealer, A bull surprised a maiden in a ten-acre lot. Lowering his head h2 galloped madly after her. She turned with a shriek and gathering up her skirts, started pellmell for the nearest fence. At this tha bull suddenly~ stopped, and, raising his head, gave three tremendous bellows. Then he quietly resumed his grazing.” “What stopped him?’ a “H> happened to notice that the girl wore red, white and blué stockings.” HONOR GFATHE ARMY The Fetish Whith All Paris Falls Down uit Worships. BIMTER FEELINC-QN EVERY SDE ave Guilt or Inndéenge of Dreyfus is neh ai Quite>Immaterial. WHAT REVISION ENTAILS a es Special Correspondence of The Evening Star. PARIS, October 14, 1898. “France is running today on her acquired momentum.” Dr. Max Nordau, the philosopher at large and author of the self-satisfying theory that all men who hold other theories have gone to seed, spoke from his throne in the heart of cosmopolis. The throne was his favorite chair on the corner of the side- watk, Cafe de la Paix, on the Place de YOpera. His auditors—newspaper corres- pondents, French, English, Germans, Rus- sians, Italansy Americans, who gather there daily trom their afternoon breakfasts to settle how real thrones and dynasties should be conducted—contemplated their absinthe and beer and absorbed the wis- dom of the oracle. “Merely acquired momentum,” he repeat- ed. “The postman makes his rounds in the morning and delivers your letters because he has been wound up for that function and the springs have not yet relaxed. The policeman jabs you when you decline to move on from sheer force of habit. But there is no steam in the engine. Anarchy is in the pilot house. They are waiting, drifting, wabbling, watching the weather vane, to keep with the current of public opinion.”” “This franc’’—he held up the ooin he was passing to the servitor—‘today it is stamp- ed ‘Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite;’ tomorrow it may be ‘Boisdeffre Empereur.’ “There is only one of them now.” He was pointing to the chasseur sitting his horse like a bronze centaur before the opera, the symbol of governmental patronage of art. “We wiil be sitting here one afternoon, it may be tomorrow, may be next month. We will see a regiment of them fill the square. One compzny will deploy down this street, another along that one. We will buy the Temps and read that Zola, Lemaitre, Da- man have been bundled from their beds to Mont Valerian. Faure wilt have fled, Bris- son dropped back under the wave of for- tune he rides for the hour. Boisdeffre will be dining in the Blysee. We will be living under a military dictatorship. “Today ‘rance is within a hair's breadth of revolution. She Is balancing on a razor's edge. A straw thrown on to elther side of | the balunce may topple her over.” Strange Sights. Dr. Nordau may share the professional word spinner’s love for epigram. But he epitomized what every foreigner in Paris is talking. Moreovet, there is the evidence before one's eyes, What may be the nor- mal life of this Murbpéan republic in time of peace I do not Khow.’ But for one steep- ed in the atmosphere of the Real Republic there are strange sights here in Paris. It was Sunday afternoon when 1 rode seven hours from sleepy, stupid, orderly London into ‘the ‘middle ages. “Flaming placards covered» the walls of the depot. Their prevalent headline was “Citoyens,” in a note of appeal headed by half a dozen exclamation points. ‘Phe lesser headings carried references to “The Traitor Dreyfus and his friend Picquart,” and their inevita- ble peroration’ Hke the ‘Hoch! Hoch! Hoch!” of the kaiser’s orations ran. “Vive la France! Vive Armee!’ Vive Ja Republique!” There rus: forward # mob of newsboys shrieking “La Grende) Battalle,” and the front page of tie paper they were flourish- ing Bore a pleturé of Breyfus standing with hands tted before affE of soldiers whose guns were leveled toward him, while the devil hovered overhead to bear off his prey. This scene wasunderlined “The Best Re- vision." Fences throughout the city were plastered with posters, some of them ex- horting ‘citoyens” to prevent a meeting of Dreyfusttes,- announced for the evening, while the strallow features of the Duke of Orleans grinned at every corner above the announcement that he would “soon ap- pear.” Here and there on-a vacant lot Squatted a company of the scrubby little French soldiery, with thelr guns stacked and the men gathered in groups puffing cigarettes, Only a Spark Needed. Why infantry under arms in a peaceful clty on a Sunday afternoon? The boule- vards answered that question. They Swarmed, they chattered; their thousands were excited to the boiling point; only a spark was needed to start the fireworks. Occasionally a spark was struck, a small one in a cafe. Some wine-frenzied youth shouted “vive” or ‘conspueez’’ some one, people were on their chairs in an instant with a babel of the screams wherein the French yocalize their emotiors, the sound of crashing glass was in the air. Twenty gerdarmes sprang from the ground, emptied the cafe, dispersed the company, dropped into the earth again. Looking up the boulevard the vicinity of the of- fico of La Libre Parole appeared to be a fccal point of excitement. Across the front of the building stretened a huge canvas like a campaign banner, fleunting “A Bas Les Juifs’” in letters ten feet high. Several real journalists with Jong hair and flowing neckties posed on the balcony, smoking Center-of-the-stage cigars with a Gillettean flourish and watching the effect upon the populace of their little dem- enstration. The crowd shouted crazily. The units of the crow4 did not stop to do their shouting, however. Whenever one cf them halted he felt pressure from behind. A silent gendarme with his arms folded beneath his short cloak shouldered him. He said nothing, this bwsiness-like gen- darme; he used no club, no language, no intimidation. He simply placed himself in the rear of the Gemonstrator and movad ferward. The citizen moved also perforce as snow moves out of the path of the plough.” It is impossible to photograph into words the spirit of the episode, but there was something downright gruesome about this silent, swift machine-like method of repression, and there was a gendarme for every unit of the crowd. Everlastingly Dreyfus. One need not know French to grasp the text of the trouble. “Dreyfus! Dreyfus! Dreyfus!" Everlastingly Dreyfus. There were ten thousand reiterations of th name in the frenzied chatter, of the streets. Yet the Frenchmen whb spake it were thinking no more of th» prisoneé of the Isle du Dia- ble than the farmers who discuss the tariff in the corner gré¢eries* at home have the town of Tariffa*in ‘Hind. One of tho strangest freaks “of ory has magnified th3 trial of an obséurd- captain for treason into the crux of a natignal convulsion, and maybe an interfational one. The magni- fying factor is thtphongf of the army. “The honor of the army isA fetish which runs on all fours with séhatorial courtesy, a beautiful tradition? that an officer cannot Me. This fetish tte staff of the French army worshiped sersany: The skeleton of the story is né ptain, how, from lieu- tenant to general;"they hung together lik: a band of Shlever ey ‘dn this tribunal ang that one they s ore that Dreyfus was guilty, and offered ‘to stake their honor and their reputationg. op ‘His guilt, and how, when the foundations pf their knowledge were probed, they inéw, for fellow officets who had investigated the case told them, and officers could not ie. Thus Dreyfus was put away, his p2rsecutors thought, as dead to the world as Julius Caesar. Still the conscience of France was not wholly chloroformed. Zola investigated the case and wrote “J’Accuse,” Schurer Kest- ner, ‘the president of the senate, investi- gated: Matthieu Dreyfus, the brother of the victim, inves ted; Col. lequart inves- tigated. Bach one working along different lines and every trail led inevitably down to Estsrhazy and Col. Paty du Clam, who weuld: have ‘made a most cheerful and effi- cient agent of the inquisition, seem to have been Kasra ete of the plot. From these un- derlings Zola and his y have worker upward toward Boisd=! and Mercier, bul cw far toward the top remains to be Seen. ‘inally Col. Henry confessed that he forged the document on which Dreyfus was con- victed, and Bst confessed that he forged ths one by which the copviction wag clinched, The champions of yfus had proven his innocence by a chain of evi- | dence so complete and every link so iron- clad that it stands to the ordinary percep- tion a marvel of utter infallibility. Would Invite Contempt. But for the staff to admit proven facts would be to brand some of themselves as criminals, the others as incompetents, to abandon the iridescent dream of their own sanctity, to invite contempt at home, ag- gressions from abroad. Many of them, probably most of them, had identified them- selves with the hounding of Dreyfus in good faith, honestly belleving him to be a spy. Then they had staked their reputa- tions upon forgeries and linked their for- tunes with perjurers, untii gaey floundered so deep into the mire that fhe only course was .o push forward; to expose their con- federates was to bury themselves as well in the general crash. So they must fail back upon the fetish. They cast over the public the same spell by which they them- selves first had been hypnotized. We could satisfy you of the guilt of Dreyfus, but that would mean war in twenty-four hours. You must take our word for the facts. We appeal to’the nation for confidence in the honor of the army. 5 The first thought of France responded to this appeal. Her very heart's dlood is the army, for every family has its con in the ranks. They have borne almost unbearable taxation for a quarter of a century that its proceeds might be poured out to make that organization the most perfect that ever ex- isted; on its shoulders rests the Frensn- man’s hope of satisfying his two pet and antagonistic passions, safety and revenge. A Metley Crew. The cause of the army grew like a rolling snowball. It has gathered to itself all the enemies of the republic, all those forces which followed the black horde of Boulan- ger. All the royalists, all the imperialists, the legitimists, every pretender and heir apparent, claimant and expectant, all the decayed and disreputable nobles of France are clamoring for the honor of the army. Behind them is the powerful political ma- chinery of the Catholic Church, which has been so oppressed by the athetstic legisla- tion of the republic. Paradoxical though it may appear, many who are shouting loud- est against revision are secretely the eager- est for it. They want revision decreed be- cause they believe the announcement would usher a military dictatorship into the seat of the republic. They desire the republic to espouse the unpopular cause of the Jew, | believing their own particular faction would be able to wrest the prize of a throne from the crisis. The prisoner of the Isle du Diable is no longer an issue, he is a pretext. Many Frenchmen will coolly inform you that whether Dreyfus be guilty or not is now immaterial. Revision would entail one of two sequels—that Dreyfus was gull- ty and that German diplomats here on French soil had been seducing our officers and bargaining with them for our over- throw, or that Dreyfus is innccent and our army is honeycombed with moral rotten- ness. Either alternative spells ruin. The first must certainly bring war with Ger- many, which France does not now desire, and which (so material are the arguments) would spoil our exposition of 19". The second would bring our whole military structure toppling to earth like a house of cards. Courts - martial, imprisonments, wholesale reorganization must follow, in- volving loss of confidence on the part of the French people, loss of fear among our enemies. Better one martyr than the shipwreck of France. Dreyfus has noth- ing more to do with the question. The only issue is the safety of France, and that demands that the chose jugee shall remain sealed. Brains Against Numbers. How many Frenchmen really believe Dreyfus innocent is a questien whereon no one in Paris seems willing to venture judg- ment. Arrayed in open advocacy of revis- ion are the growing forces of socialism and the organization of Freemasonry, which in France may always be found opposing the clerics. In sympathy with them, though often not daring for political or business reasons to hoist their colors, is an untama- ble body moved by tke simple desire for justice as proclzimed by Zola and Picquart. It seems a contest of brains against num- bers. It would be wonderfulif it were otherwise, considering the methods em- ployed to inflame popular passions. The partisans of the army daily heap the statue of Strassburg on the Place de la Concorde higher than ever with mourning wreaths bearing inscriptions designed to tear open the old wound and rekindle that lust for revenge whereof the army must be the in- strument. Placards on the walls, even handbills thrust at wayfarers along the streets, foment the agitation. It has brought into being a hundred mushroom newspapers, which feed the people with Munchausen tales about the great Jew syn- dicate, the bogey which is painted as pull- ing the wires for revision. Even the more substantial journals reek with stuff for children. The whole Dreyfus propaganda, they say, Is engineered by foreign govern- ments and hostile capitalists. They tell of millions being shoveled out from Lombard street to keep the movement in motion, de- scribing the glee of English plutocrats gloating over the progress of their conspir- acy to undermine France. The whole sa- tanic scheme absorbs its vitality from for- e’gn jealousy of the wonderful advancement, the prosperity of this incomparable nation. The arts, the commerce, the happiness of France overshadow the world. The world envies her grand estate, fears her invincl- ble army. Therefore the world stabs In the back her mainstay and protector, the army it dares not face in battle. Free Speech Gagged. As the Frenchman more than any other modern shares the Chinese ignorance and hate of the “foreign devils,” these canards find credence. The case has passed be- yond the stage of argument. As in some western states during the last presidential campaign the man who attempted to talk gold was crushed by the retort, “You are in the pay of Wall street,” one who es- seys defense of revision has been hired by the Jew syndicate. To be a Dreyfus and under this reign of terror requires as much courage as to be an abolitionist in the south before the war. Soldiers have been court-martialed for crying “Vive Zola!” University professors are banished from their chairs. The roll of the Legion of Honor is sifted by the shibboleth, “Con- spuez Dreyfus.’ Free speech has been gagged. A meeting in favor of revision was called for that Sunday evening, which has been described. Its sponsor was the new society of the rights of man, a logical outgrowth of the Jew-baiting tyranny. The society had hired a hall, paying rental in advance, but the government, or rather the generals who are governing the gov- ernment, tipped the owner that Dreyfus meetings were out of order. When the speakers came they found closed doors and not even the satisfaction of their money refunded was to be extorted from the landlord, defiant in the knowledge who werevhis backers. Instead the leaders, all citizens of high standing, were hustled to jail, and their followers dispersed with swords, while several anti-revision meet- ings were in progress that same hour. How Matters Stand. This was a detail. Zola is somewhere in exile because he charged what Esterhazy and Henry have confessed. General Zur- linden today writes an order directing the military governor of Paris to arrest Col- onel Picquart and signs it “Zurlinden, min- ister of war.” Tomorrow it is counter- signed “Zurlinden, military governor.’ So Picquart, the man among the cowards of the staff, who deliberately sacrifices his position for justice, has now been three weeks in prison, his counsel denied inter- views, and few people in France doubt the Nemesis that would have overtaken im had he not forestalled it by announc- ing to the world “If there is found in my cell the bootlace of Le Mercier Picard or the razor of Henry it will be assassina- tony for I do not Intend to commit sui- If one asks wHether it 1s possible that Col. Herry, the honest tool of his superiors, was done to death in his cell to stifle his secrets, one is told that “anything is pos- sible in France today.” In corroboration it is said, ‘‘A man does not cut his throat on both ice! ines ese — the razor and.deposit it on a table.” And it is added that both the jailor who had Henry in cus- tody and the official who reported his death as suicide have been promoted for no ap- parent reasons. “The army has gone too far to turn back,” said a diplomat whose long resi- derce in France gives weight to his views, “Having perjured and forged to cover up its awful blund2r in condemning an inno- cent man, it must assassinate to conceal its forgeries and juries, NGr, driven to its last ditch, will it hesitate—to blot out its perjuries, forgeries and agsassinations— at the coup @etat. The last ditch is re- vision.” ROBERT M. COLLINS. 2 ——__——— By ie echo an Audience, The 's “Wanted Help and Situations” columns are carefully. thousands daily. Fifteen cents pays for fifteen words. — “ST. NICHOLAS OR YOUR LIFE!” ST. NICHOLAS FOR YOUNG FOLKS. Edited by Mary Mapes Dodge. $ £ = z £ - Young people today ~ Henty has written for them a story of Americ & appear as a serial in ST. NICHOLA < ards will contribute a seria good as can be made. Secetengngentntntntvtesesicesesisecege 4 The price is $3.00 a yesir, and the year begins with 3 - Se eee December’ is the Christmas Number. All go" THE CENTURY = UNION SQUARE, ‘4 A FAMOUS BANDIT. Corbeddu’s Career in Sardinia Like That of Dick Turpin. From the London Post. Not long ago I described the death of the famous rdinian brigand, Corbeddu, who was killed in a fight with the carabineers. A complete history of his career is now obtainable. It is interesting for its Dick Turpin-like episodes. Corbeddu was no om dinary brigand. He did not go about shoot- ing poor fishermen or muleteers for the sake of the few lire they might have in their pockets, but he carried on his pro- fession in a manner so distinguished as to make him the king of the Sardinian out- laws. He was born in 1844 at Oliena, in Sardinia, of a well-to-do family, and until called to do military service he lived an agricultural life. He took part in the cap- ture of Rome in 1870, but while stationed with the Bersaglieri regiment, which then formed part of the Rome garrison, his predatory instincts awakened. Having heard that a certain priest was weal he, with an accomplice, made a false key and entered the priest's house. To the great surprise of the robbers, the priest was at supper. They seized, bound and gagg2d him and stole 1,300 lire from his bureau. The authors of the crime were never discovered until Corbeddu in after years boasted of his achievement. ‘After returning to Sardinia from his mil- itary service Corbeddu was repeatedly tried for cattle stealing, until one day he failed to answer to a summons and took to the hills. At this point began his celebrated exploits. First, with an armed band, he stole a sum of money from a house at Lula in 1882. The same year he and other outlaws killed and robbed a man at San- vero Milis. In 1884 he fought and nearly killed a carabineer at Fonui. In 1885 he, with some companions, killed a carabineer and nearly killed an inspector and another ecarabineer at Orani, and stole a sum of 14,000 Hire. Next year he robbed the post and deprived Count Spada, who was in the diligence, of his watch, rings, gun amd big boots. The big boots Corbeddu afterward wore in honor of his exploit. In 18% he robbed and killed a wealthy man at Borore. Many other crimes were put down to him or were committed by minor brigands un- ger his orders. Rewards amounting in all to 22,000 lire were offered for his capture, but in vain. His most famous exploit was not the cap- ture, but the liberation of two Frenchmen, MM. Pralle and Paty, who had been seized and held to blackmail by other brigands Their capture gave rise to a violent cam- paign in the whole French and Italian press against the condition of the Sardinian po- lice, and Signor Crispi, who was then pre- mier, ordered the authorities in the island to liberate the two Frenchmen at all costs. All the carabineers were mobilized, and the telegraph officers worked night and day, though without discovering the prisoner: At last a subprefect named Marongin ap- pealed to Corbeddu by means of one of h friends. The subprefect and the brigand had an interview, in which the official promised Corbeddu anything he might wish on condition that he would get the Italian administration out of a bad scrape. Cor- beddu at once accepted the task of liber- ating the Frenchmen, and within twenty- four heufs they were delivered safely into the hands of the authorities. Corbeddu's professional pride was so great that he would accept neither the 10,000 lire reward offered him nor a free pardon, nor any other compensation, considering himself sufficiently paid by having done in twenty- four hours what ministers, prefects and an army of carabineers had been unable to accomplish. From that time he gave up his murder- ous expeditions and enjoyed in peace the fruits of his robberies. He kept herds o| cows and pigs and fiocks of sheep an goats. He lived in a cave on an almost in- accessible mountain peak, to which ae path was known only to himself and } brother. The cave was separated from the path by a precipice, over which Corbeddu passed on the trunk of a small tree, draw- ing the trunk after him into the cave. On one occasion a daring thief discovered Cor- beddu’s hiding place and robbed him of a quantity of the stores he had Aaccumu- lated. He would frequently surprise the moufion hunters and show them the best district in which to look for game. Though a Sardinian, he almost always spoke Ital- fan, and manifested great disdain for the ther outlaws, whom he called guastames- eri, or “trade spoilers.” Lately he seems to have got into the bad books of the car- abineers, by whom he was killed after a hard fight some three weeks ago. “what She Wanted. From Judge. “Is there anything you want?” asked the butcher of the little girl with the soulful eyes and fawn-like air. ir,” lisped the little angel tim- Keep in mind the fact that the young people of today are as anxious to read ST. NICHOLAS as you used to be—and many of them can you subscribe for and make happy? See etrtedetese tea ee tee bet elected tetetetet | View in the dry dock at the Brookly: ;BEGINNING THE TWENTY-FIFTH YEAR. ERHAPS you used to read S Do you remember how you enjoved it, how you looked forward with eagerness to the day. of issue? Twen- ty-five years have gone by since the first number appeared in No- % vember, 1873, but the magazine is today just what it was then— +The Best Periodical in the World for Girls and Boys- It has the same editor, Mary Mapes Dodge, and the sa to get the best things in literature and art that money’ can young folks will enjoy and thrive under. a like to read the Henty books—so Mr. - NICHOLAS in its early 1e policy — buy and ‘an history which will for the coming year; and Mrs. Amelia E. Barr, author of “Jan Vedder's Wife,”’ will furnish a historical romance of Old New York; and Mrs. Laura E. Rich- ‘ ; and there are to be good things from many writers—Mrs. Burton Harrison, Lieut. Robert Lloyd Osbourne, Mrs. Charles D. Sigsbee (the wife of the commander), Poultney Bigelow, and others. contribute a series of remarkable “Goop Babies.” Every number of ST. NICHOLAS will be as :. Peary, Maine's Gelett Burgess is to pictures and verse about the just how pecially beautiful blisbers take sub- co. YEW YORK. eeledececintetedeceettatetecteted WHEN THE INDIANA WAS STRI on An Episode of the Sea Fight by an Officer. From the New York Post is Told The battle ship Indiana disclosed a very, interesting relic of her experienée in help- ing demolish Admiral Cervera's fleet off Santiago when her bull was exposed to navy yard the other day. This was a great dent in her forward sfarboard bow, almost be- meath the bridge. Its history is this: In the thick of the fight, when shot and shell were churning up the water and whizzing through thé hirall aboutthe ship, and she was replying in repeated broad- sides from every gun that could be brought to bear, there sudden me through the roar and hurtling a swiftly-increasing, sue pereminent who-o-04eh and harshescream that seemed headed straight for the com- mander and his als 6n the bridge—for na one ensconced himself in the conning tower during that spectacular sea fight “Tt made us all-fitnch,” remarked ah ofs ficer who was there, dropping his shoulder and cocking his knees and shrinking into as small a space as his bulk allowed, in illustration of what he meant. erybody did it—instinctively, irresistibly turned their heads away, and lifted the right elbow as if to ward off a blow with a club; and there was a second or two of awful waite ing. while the roar and the scream seemed to still all the rest of the battle roar and to come straight to the ear. “Then followed an immeasurable roar—a shocking, benumbing, blinding explos and a prodigious fountain of water bur up beside the bow and deluged the forward deck, while the ponderous ship, tearing its way. through the water with glea weight and momentum, seemed to st denly and was jarred from stem to stern as if she had-run against a stone wall. “Capt. Taylor instantly ordered men into the forward hold, feeling sure that a big- ger. projectile than the navy had ever dreamed of had» pterced—perhaps crushed in—the side of his magnificent v They hurried below with lanterns, slid down the steep iron ladders, dropped through round hatchways, creyt “abot and ‘beneath the machinery, explored the gloomy recesses of the depths of the structure, but could find nothing wrong. The great engines throbbed on, the furnaces flamed and roar- ed, no water gurgied ominously or burst up to flood them out—everything was tight and dry, and the thig kept-pushing and the guns maintained their terrific cannon vhat had happened?” ‘We were never quite sure ttil we could examine her bottom heré in the dry dock. Then we found an elongatéd, trough-like dent, perhaps two inches deep, in the plates of the starboard bow, about four feet be- low the water line; and we became sure of what we had previously suspected, namely, that a great shell, falling at the end of a curved trajectory, had struck, glanced and burst. The “fmpict Was 4remendous—the escape simply marvelous.” “Supposing your ship had been a hundred feet to the right of her actual position at that moment—what then?” “God knows! Some sublieutenant would have brought the’ Indldria back to New fee he had had anything left to bring ack} ——_ + 0+ Embarrassing, From the Detroit Free Press, "s inquired the older physician of bis youthful partner, “4ié you bappen to leave that patient without first giving her a presoription?” “I know it was unprofessional, but, try as I would, I found it.impossible to recall the Latin for boneset tea.” =— = “I have been CASCAR) for with which I a - jc ve been aff! for have given