The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 15, 1895, Page 16

16 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 1895. The CAPITULATION of Montana BiLL. By W. C, MOKROW, A RAAA AN It was evident that something of uncom- mon interest had been arranged for the meeting that evening at the headquarters of the Salvation Army in San Francisco. Throughout the large attending crowd the spirit of expectancy moved uneasily, but with muffled wings, its energy stirred not only by divers vagrant rumors on the street, but also by many flowers and foliage plants which hampered the stage. After some preliminary religious exer- cises conducted by the brigadier, a man with a clean face, a clear eye and a coax- ing voice, that gentleman made the fol- lowing speech: “You doubtless all read at the time of its publication a telegram from Butte, Mont., anuouncing the distressing experi- ence of our brave little sister, Cadet Annie Bmith, who was so great a favorite with us here before she was assigned to duty at Burte.” There was an amused twinkle in the brigadier’s eyes, but in the audience there was a spreading titter. “Well,"” resumed the brigadier, ‘“our noble little sister with the help of God passed safely throngh the ordeal, as most of you are aware, but as it is a part of our plan to confess publicly our errors and shortcomings I will ask Cadet Smith to give you the true and full account of what happened to her at Butte.” A faint elapping of hands, a vociferous “God bless Cadet Smith!” here and there and a removal of some of the restraints | which muffled the wings of the spirit of expectancy greeted the ascent to the plat- form of a small lithe young figure arrayed in the somber blue and quaint poke bonnet of the army. Her face was a glowing crimson as she faced the audience, but her eyes were bright and her glance was firm, and the vigor of a strong and sturdy soul lent a certain grace of freedom to her pose. “After I had served several months sell- ing War Crys in San Francisco,” she be- gan in a steady voice which had acquired that plaintive quality so common among the hard workers in the cause, “I was sent to Butte, where there was a small corps of workers. They had become dis- couraged, and it was thought that my ex- perience would help them a little. Ididn't know that Buite was so different from San Francisco, and the members of the corps there didn't know it either, because they had never worked anywhere else. That is why they didn’t tell me some things that I wish I had known more about. « started out the first day with 200 War | Crys. They looked surprised at the corps headquarters when 1 asked for so many, but I thought I could sell them, +‘0f course I went into the hardest part of town, and after I had visited one or two saloons and failed to sell a copy, I went | into another one. A good many men were | gambling. I had never seen anything but | card-playing in San Francisco, but they | bad wheels of fortune and a great many other things to gamble with. Several men were drinking at the bar. I went among them all and asked them to buy the paper, but they simply stared at me in wender. The games began to stop, and then a big, fine-looking man with a broad-brimmed hat came up to me, and said—and he said | —he said: ‘Hello! little Parson Sally, what do you want? He said it just like | that. He was so big—and his voice was so | deep—and—and he was so—"" “Out with it, Cadet!” cried a half-dozen voices in the audience as the girl broke | down, stammering and blushing. ‘“Handsome!” she added desperately, as | though the saying of the word was a cross | between martyrdom and the confession of a mortal sin. Great applause and laugh- ter followed this declaration, with an occa- sional “God bless Cadet Annie!” This so overwhelmed the girl that her lips trem- bled and tears sprang to her eyes and she cast a despairing, appealing glance toward one particular spot before her in the audience where she had not had the cour- age to look before. That single look was sutficient to rive the bonds of decorum which had held a giamt in restraint, and the uprising of a towering frame sent the brigadier’s programme and discipline tumbling into chaos. The tall man ap- proached and mounted the platform with the stride of a grenadier, while Cadet Annie gazed at him with a dismay which 'was still inefficient to quench the light of the stars that shone all the brighter in her eyes now that her cheeks had paled. Sim- ultaneously a startled hush fell upon the audience, for though the familiar uniform of the Salvation Army sat upon the man's splendid frame he was a stranger to all, and there was a commanding air about him that stilled all sounds. He stalked to the eirl’s side and stood there facing the big crowd like a lion at bay in defense of his lair. And an uncom- monly handsome man he was, with swarthy face, jet black wavy hair worn long, and formidable black mustache and imperial. These two made a strange pic- ture as they stood side by side, she so | small and seemingly so frail, he so tall and muscular and competent; she looking up at him, he ignoring her and sweeping the ha!l with a glance half of defiance, half of benignancy and wholly of strength and mastery. When the man spoke his voice rolled forth in those rounded billows that in a rich diapason sing the mysteries of the deep. “My friends,” he sald, “with God’s help and the brigadier’s consent”—which he never took the trouble to secure—*it seems too hard for this poor child to tell what happened to her in the gambling-house at Butte that day. I was there when it hap- pened and I saw it all, and I will tell you the story. Ican’t bear to see her tortured as she has been this night. Cadet Annie Smith, take your seat.” He said that still without looking at her. ‘With a glance at the brigadier which meant, “How can I help it when this big thing shoulders me away?” she slipped behind the rose-embanked parlor organ and the embowering foliage plants on the stage and was lost to view. The brigadier sat watching the man with a peculiar expression which no one could have understood had any one thought to observe it, but the stranger so door open and this little girl drifted in. The fellows wasn’t used to the way she went after ’em. She just waded right in and tackled ’em, and them blue eyes that she carried in her head looked straight at ‘em and through ’em, as much as to say, ‘I think you’d be a real decent fellow if you'd read the War Cry, quit gambling, quit drinking gin and have respect for good women.” That’s what the fellows told me her eyes said to em. “Then the big gambler she started to tell you about comes up and says to her, ‘Hello, little Parson Sally, what do you want? ‘I want to sell you a War Cry,’ she says. ‘A what?" says he. ‘A War Cry,’ says she; and her calm blue eyes looked him through and through. ‘A War Cry? says he; ‘What's that?’ and he knowed as well as she did what it was. ‘‘After badgering her that way and not making her lose an inch of ground, he told her he’d make a proposition by which she might selt him all the War Crys she had. The poor little thing listened to him, and her eyes got bright, and she asked him what the proposition was. He had her sit down at a card-table, and he took three cards—a king and two spot cards—and shuffled 'em on the table, so that she could see the king while he was shuffling ’em, and then he asked her if she could pick out the king as the three cards lay face down, alongside one another, on the table. She said of course she could. He says to her, ‘TIry it.” She done so, and of course she picked out the king. “He says ‘That’s sinart, and 1 didn’t think you could do it. Now, Il tell you what I'll do; I'll shuffle the cards, and every time you pick out the king I'il buy two War Crys. Every time you pick out a spot card you are to give me a War Cry for nothing.! She agreed to that. “The poor child didn’t know that she was gambling—didn’t know that she was tackling the notorious Montana Bill in his particular special-ity—didn’t know that she had run up against the slickest three-card- monte thrower in the whole Northwest. “Well, you know what happened. Bill cleaned the poor child out of every War Cry she had and then laughed at her. I saw her as she sat there, and I saw how she looked when she began to realize that she had lost all her papers and didn’t have a cent to show for ’em; I saw how white she got, and how she stared at Bill like he’d run a knife througk her body; I saw | how she got up and looked around at the laughing men, like a lamb cornered by .a pack of wolves; I saw her try hard to keep down the tears, and then she says: ‘Men, I will pray to God to lead you all into better lives.” And her voice was so choked up she couldn’t say any more. Then she walked out slowly, and cried all the way up the street.” The big man paused, for his own voice | had become unaccountably thick and had | lost much of its rich, deep swing and resonance. But he soon regained his self- possession and then proceeded : | “Montana Bill was a hard case, for sure, but he hadasmall streak of manhood somewhere under histhick skin. The boys | in the joint all thought it was a great joke on the little girl, and they laughed and shouted till they almost cracked the roof. | But Bill didn't laugh. He stood silent | and glum, with his hands in his pockets, looking out through the door. Then he went out, saying he had a game awaiting for him at Ike’s saloon, and went slouch- ing up the street. The further he got away from the joint the faster he walked, | and"then he done a sneaking thing—he | looked back to see if any of the boys was | following him, They wasn’t, though, and then he let out them long legs of his for the liveliest walk he ever took in his life. “He soon caught sight of her, and then he slowed upand follered. She was still crying, and people would stop and wonder what was the matter, and some of’em laughed. Bill got on to that, and it riled | him through and through. He slapped one fellow clean into the middle of the street, and went right on without a word. I heard afterward that several people that he knowed spoke to him, but he didn’t see none of ’em, and kept right on. “The girl went straight to the headquar- | ters of the Salvation Army, and Bill fol- lered ber in. She went into a little office, where there didn’t bappen to be anybody else, and sat down and put her head on the table and cried like her heart was broke. Foz the first time in his life Montana Bill’s nerve broke down. She looked so small and forlorn and miserable that if he hadn’t been the man that done her up he'd ’a’ gone out and whipped the fellow that did. And when he knowed that he was that iden- tical scoundrel and that there wasn’t any- body big enough and brave enough and man enough to whip him, he felt just like a thoroughbred dog that had been caught sucking eggs. “I want Lo say this for Bill. Bad as he was, he never meant to rob the girl. was only having fun with her in the sa- loon, and he meant to give her back the papers, but it was the way she acted in the saloon that made him forget. It was the pity that she showed for him and the little prayer she said that made him lose his head. And that was the first time in his life that Montana Bill had ever lost his head. “And so, when he saw her crying out her heart in the little office, she not know- ing that anybody was about, he didn’t have the nerve to own up like a man. He just sneaked a $20 gold piece on to the table and stole out like a thief. But she heard him, and saw the money, and looked at him like he was a ghost, and sprung ahead of him and stopped him, and stood there looking at him with a look he’d never seen in no mortal face in his life. ¢ ‘It was God who put it into your heart to follow me and bring that money,’ she said to him, *and as he has done that much he has done more, and will keep on doing more until that big manly heart in your body beats altogether for mankind and its Redeemer.’ ” The giant paused. His narrative had been so simple and earnest that there were tears in many eyes. Perhaps it was these that sent his self-mastery astray, for completely filled all eyes and so impressed | when he essayed speech again he failed. his masterful personality on the conscious- | Then he looked so foolish and helpless ness of all who could see and hear that | that a suppressed titter ran through the nothing else could be obseryed. The |aundience, and this made it sll the worse stranger resumed : ¥ “I knowed the gambler that played it for him. At this juncture the brigadier stepped low down on this brave little Salvatiod | forth. A half-merry, half-whimsical ex- Army lassie that day—knowed him well. | pression lighted up his face as he gently He was a big, hulking dog that had | pushed the giant into a platiorm seat skinned tenderfeet all the way between | facing the audience, and then said: Puget Sound and Lake Michigan.. He “And so it was too hard for the poor didn’t know what it was to earn an honest | little girl to be made to tell before all these living. He just sailed through life laugh- | people what happened to her in the Butte ing at everything_anfl skinning tenderfeet. | saloon that day, and so a great, strong ‘“He was running a faro game in the [ man, seemng how small and cruelly tor- Woniang joins when somebedy left the | tured ahe wag, would come forward as hex « He | knight and protector. He would show the strength that iies in the heart of a giant. He—" But the audience, havingalready caught the point and seeing how foolish and childish the giant looked as he sat facing them with tears streaming down his cheeks, burst into great laughter and ap- plause, with a “Hallelujah!” and a “God bless the big man!” now and then. “This being the case,” resumed the brigadier, ‘‘we may now proceed to the more interesting business of the evening. Cadet Annie Smith!” he called. Two sparkling blue eyes, shining like stars under the canopy of a quaint blue poke bonnet, emerged from behind the foliage. Two fresh young cheeks as deeply banked with pink and red roses as the organ itself accompanied the eyes, and a trim little girlish figure, which owned the stars and the roses, advanced timidly to the front. A smile and a nod from the brigadier evoked activity in the collapsed muscles of the foolish giant, who sat on the platform like an awkward schoolboy, and he came and stood clumsily beside the girl, and neither looked at the other. “My friends,” said the brigadier in a very gentle and reverential voice, “it has pleased God to place it in my power to unite in the holy bond of matrimony this night two of the noblest hearts that ever beat in the service of the Savior. One of these is Cadet Annie Smith, whom many of you know and love. The other is Wil- liam Chatsworth Harvey, formerly known as Montana Bill, the sleekest three-card- monte sharp in the whole Northwest.” SIGNAL FROM THE GRAVE A Young Californian’s Grue- some Invention Now Shown at Coney Island. BURIAL ALIVE IS IMPOSSIBLE. Hubert Deveau of Fresno Attract- ing Attention of All Comersat the Famous Beach Resort. A CQalifornian who believes that hun- dreds of people are annually buried alive or killed while in a cataleptic state by the necessary mutilation of the embalming process, has invented what he calls the “‘grave signal,” the general plan of which appears in the accompanying illustration reproduced from the New York World. Some scientists still doubt of the efficacy electricity as a means of executing mur- derers. Butno doubt whatever exists as to the fatal effects of the autopsy which promptly follows electrocution. Horse- thieves hanged by the neck till they were dead enough to suit the enthusiastic mem- ber of the “Vigilantes'’ have been revived subsequently by devoted ‘‘pardners’ and enabled to resume an interrupted career. There will always be a question as to whether Washington Irving Bishop, the “mind-reader,” died of heart failure when he seemed to pass away after one of his remarkable exhibitions before the Lambs’ Club. There are persons near and dear to him who say he was a cataleptic, and that he had appeared to be dead for hours on many an occasion. He was certainly dead when the surgeons carefully wiped off and then “sterilized” in hot steam the instru- ments with which they had all but dis- sected his poor body. Every graveyard has its story of bodies that have turned over ia their coffins. Men and women have lain in caskets for two days or three days, and everybody that came in said: “How calm,” “How placid,” “How natural.” And then they put him under six feet of earth; or, as is the case frequently in the graveyards of New York and vicinity, they put him away in part of the six feet, the rules of some cemeteries allowing three bodies to then placed in a grave with six feet of earth piled in he would be unable to breathe, and the electric appliances so ready at hand would be useless. Mr. Deveau.then retired to his ancestral estate near Fresno, Cal., and evolved what he calls the “grave signal.”’ e It has tie merit of plausibility. True the undertakers and funeral directors cal him a crank and say that not one person in 10,000,000 is buried alive. But Mr. Deveau retorts that not one person in 999,- 000,000 has a chance to revive in the tomb after the undertaker has “‘enbalmed” him. i He claims that when the ‘‘grave signal” is enerally introduced there will be no en- Iming. He is also” deeply prejudiced against cremation. Mr. Deveau, who says he has spent twelve years of his life and a fortune per- fecting the grave signal, has been exhibit- ing it during the summer in the Sea Beach Palace at Coney Islana. 7 The attaches of the Palace call him “pro- fessor,” the young man who_stands out- side and ‘‘barks” calls him “Doc,” and the young woman who lives in ‘“‘the living tomb” calls him ‘‘Harry.” Humane and devoted as he is to the res- cue from untold anguish of such of his countrymean as may be buried alive, Mr. Deveau has become practical, and he charges 10 cents for a veep at a very stagy exhibition of his invention. Tho-grave signal consists of a rod that runs down through a tube into the coffin and rests ugon the forehead of the interred. A series of rubber valves prevents the egress of vapor from the grave. At the slightest movement of the body in the coffin the rod flies up, all the valves are opened, air flows into the prison and the unfortunate who thus wakes up in dark- ness and on the under side of the earth GOLF THE COMIKG GAME, Ancient and Royal Pastime Approved by Society Swells. THE LINKS AT BURLINGAME. Opening Event of the Season of 1895-Lawson’s Record Not Broken. ““Ye Royal and Ancient” game of golf, now the fashion again in Scotland and England, is sure to find many players in all other countries. Already there are fifty-four golf links in Massachusetts, al- most as many in New York and quite a number in other States adjacent. The game is played in Oairo, Egypt, in India, in Southern Italy, and in fact all around the world. Golf journals beautifully illus- trated are dlready published in England and one, The Golfer, is published at Boston, Mass. In 1893 the first club in California was established at Burlingame and named the said that it affords health-giving and ani- mated exercise, and is not attended by hazard of life or limb in its playing. There is a deal of talk already about the organization of a_club in San Francisco nn% another at Berkeley. Miss Kent of Oakland, who recently returned from the East, is an enthusiast on golf, and she is Flannmg now to organize a club at Berk(e- ey. i The ground on the margin of Lake Mer- ced is regarded by golf-players as possess- ing fine advantages for links. A field with hazards must be haa, and where natural 6bhstacles are not presented artificial bunk- ers must be putin. § Next. Saturda{ another game will be layed on the links of the Burlingame Jlub, and if the ground is ‘favorable Mr. Hardy may endeavor to break Mr. Law- son’s record. SOME PEST-KILLING INSECTS. The Ichneumon Flies Which Do Away With Caterpillars. A family of insects that are immensely valuable in killing the caterpillars that prey on the most Inxuriant trees in the city, and in many cases have made them almost leafless, are the ichneumon flies. In appearance these insects are not unlike: the mason wisps, with their slender waists’ and torpedo-like bodies, but they are per- fectly harmless to. man, though a terror to the caterpillar. The web worm is one of the pests of the parks. This caterpillar is gregarious in its habits and spins a big web around the waits patiently until some one strolling through the cemetery notices that the lit- tle red ball signal on the top of the grave is displayed, and thereupon sounds the alarm. One side of the booth is taken up with the “living tomb.” A very good-lookin, young woman, clad in a satin dress, sil stockings and white shoes, and holding a bounquet of lilies, reposes peacefully in a white casket with a glass side. Thereisa ‘“Gates Ajar,” a floral pillow with the word “Sister’” on if, and other touching tokens of esteem in which the ?foung woman is supposed to have been held. A delicate touch of stage management is the occasional appearance of a small boy who carries an atomizer and keeps the air loaded with the heavy fragrance of tube Toses. Above the casket in which the young woman reévoses (and 1t was with pain that the World reporter noted the fact that she chews gum while awaiting the rescue that occurs every few minutes) is a scene painter’s imitation of the Joose soil with which a grave is filled. Higher up is the conventional mound with the signal dis- played, and there isa scenic background of a graveyard, every mound in which is equipped with a signal, and a watchful at- tendant is casting his eagle eye over the landscape looking for the first sign of re- vival upon the part of any of the more re- cent arrivals, Mr. Deveau is a thin blonde, nervous young man, with nothing of the professor about him. He does the lecturing. When acrowd gets in he signals to the corpse. She drops her sandwich or cigarette, crawls into the casket, he pulls aside the curtains that have hung gloomily on the wall, and there she is revealed. The grave signal is then made to work, and the rescue iollows. Phe Outdoor Woman, Proper control over the breathing appa- ratus is one of the most essential things to be learned by a swimmer. The value of slow, deep respiration, both for long and | often be noticed crawling along the dgsd limbs of the trees. Watch one stop. - She has heard a worm boring its way in the center of the bough she was walking on. She is busy at once driving her needle- polnted ovipositor through the wood, and i ith unerring aim. As soon e 3 is deposited. i k as the borer is struck an egg Py 05 The chief victim of this most use! { the elm-tree borer, that is doing incalcula- ble mischief through u large region of this country. This pest was imported into this country only a few years ago, but has al- ready made great inroads into the maples, sycamores and elms. Professor W. Beuttenmuller, the ento- mologist for the American Museum of Art, remarked ;yesterday that probably there ‘had never been such a pest of nsects in- jurious to every sort of plants as this year, ut at the same time insects, such as the jchneumon fly and ladybird, who prey on these bugs, have increased wonderfully. Another probable reason why the rav- ages hayebeen so bad this year is that the ordinary number of birds to be found in the parks all through the summer has greatly decreased, owing, 1 doubt, to the severe frosts in the Southern States last winter, which killed thousands of birds that make their_summer homes in the re- gionabout New York.—New York Tribune. - —————— A" HOLY BRELIC Bound in Gold and Silver and Set With Diamonds. The only gold and silver bound, dia- mond-incrusted book in the world was lately enshrined in the holy Mohammedan city of Isnan-Ruza, Persia. The book is, leaves it intends to eat. This is, no doubt, | of course, a copy of the Alkoran, and is GOLF AT BURLINGAME — IN POSITION FOR A LONG DRIVE, [Sketched by a “Call” artist.] short distances, can hardly be overesti- mated, and yet this point is not always emphasized in the many treatizes devoted to the art. A young woman who has won several swimming races both here and abroad attributes much of her success to her superiority over her competitors in the matter of “wind,” to nse the technical athletic term. She'is a singer, and conse- quently has had the advantage of a thor- ough training in the science of correct breathing. By practice she has enabled herself to walk two and a half blocks in the interval from one inbalation to an- other. Bwimming under water is, of course, easy for her, one breath sufficing to carry her a considerable distance be- neath the surface. In a long race she makes it a practice to droo under about “every forty strokes, swim six or seven and rise ‘to the surface again. This increases her speed materially, on account of the slight resistance offered to the body when it s entirely submerged in water. When on the surface sne follows the rule of all good swimmers in allowing herself to sink Burlingame Golf Links. For a time in- terest in the pastime lagged, but now that fashion has issued the decree that golfshall be worshiped, the disciples of the game ‘will be legion. The promgters of the sport at Burlingame are John Parrott, Archi- bald D. Dick, John Lawson, A. B. Wil- liamson, Joseph D. Grant, William H. Howard, R. B. Forman,C. A. Baldwin and Captain Payson. The Qlinks are beautifully situated] on high and undulating ground, commanding a magnifcent view of the bay of San Fran- cisco and the ranges of mountains ex- tending from the Golden Gate to Mount Hamilton, An imposing feature of the range is Mount Diablo. Often the base of the mountain is obscured by haze or fog, but the crest looms up proudly. San Jose can be seen, and when the atmospheric conditions are good Oakland, Alameda and Berkeley are vi: e. One may travel many miles without finding a natural pano- be buried, one on top of the other, in a rama so sweeping and picturesque as that which the San Mateo hills present to the eye. as low as possible, shoulders, chin and S A SRR The links covera tract of sixty acres, about three miles distant by a winding and ascending road from the town of San Mateo. The followin%ahows the length of holes —the distance between each hole—on the links: First, 124 yards; second, 511 yards; third, 269 yards; fourth, 344 yards; filth, 801 yards; sixth, 379 yards; seventh, 308 yards; eighth, 353 yards; ninth, 297 yards. The total length of the nine-hole courses or one round of the links is one and five- eighth miles. A l%‘ho field is not, as golf links go, in any sense hazardous, yet there are some haz- ards, notably a ravine and a fence, over and across which the ball must be driven, and some declivities which the player must avoid. The best score, which stands as the rec- ord of the course, was made by John Law- son, a member of the Burlingame -Club. The score is 46, which implies that he cov- ered the course of one and five-eighth miles, ana put the ball in each of the nine holes in forty-six strokes, 1t is not an in- ferior score by any means, but, in fact, has merit sufficient to call for compliment in Scotland or England among players out- side the professional ranks. It must be conuflaere(;1 that the round gutia percha ball used is only 1% inches in diameter, and the hole or tube, flush with the ground, has only a diameter of 3}4 inches. . R. Hardy.of San Francisco, who is not a member of the Burlingame Club, tut nevertheless an active and enthusiastic olfer, has made a record of fifty strokes in e field. He recemlF returned from a prolonged visit to Scotland and England, where ge saw many of the noted playersin the most celebrated links of the old country, and of course picked up many hints as to how the game should be played. He is confident of his ability to break the record made by Mr. Lawson. Yesterday afternoon Mr. Hardy and William Kobertson, the instructor and links-keeper at Burlingame, played one round, Mr. Robertson was the winner by SUN SN 4 o onerip. No record was made of strokes, but Mr. Hardy’s score of fifty was surely not equaled, . The ground yesterday was not in good oonditfim, but after one more rain it will be in fine order for playing and Hpmbahly so remain until next May. Mr. Hardy was THE GRAVE SIGNAL — READY TO TELL IF A SUPPOSED DEAD MAN HAS single plot six by three. Thus there is| mouth well under, the nostrils bein, just more or less strong belief that often people are buried alive. It was the constant occurrence of in- cidents like this that set a Californian, Hubert Deveau by name, twelve years ago to work on a series of experiments. He tried many plans. Once he figured on an electric signal that would be set ringing by the slightest movement of the interred, and he got out a patent on it. There were to be straps affixed to thelegs and over the forehead of the man in the coffin. His slightest movement wonld set the bell a-going, and the sexton would come run- ning, spade in hand, and within an hour the dear departed would walk into the bosom of his family with the greeting, “Fooled yon, didn’t I?” Mr. Deveau, however, thought long li[;x hard about this. Then it occu: 10 hi that if a robust healthy man were placed in L] a picturesque figure on the links yester- day. He worea London gomngh costume quite up to date, and surely caught the at- tention and admiration of the ladies on his line of travel to and from the links. Hardy had with him a patent caddie, the first one brought to California. In England a boy or man, known as a ‘“‘caddie,” goes with the ph,yer to carry the clubs, such as the ““driver,” the ‘“‘brassey,” the ‘‘cleek,” the “lofting-iron” and the ‘‘mashie.” ‘When caadies cannot be had the players REVIVED. far enough out to enable her to breathe. Itis said that a urownin%peruon always rises twice after sinking, but that when the body goes down for the third time, it remains” under. This is usually because ! and gradually eat the coffin with the Lid ssrewed dowp Rd’ L, the air is soon exhausted from the lungs, or they become filled with water taken in in convulsive gasps by the terrified victim, If one could but have presence of mind enough to take a deep breath upon each rise to the surface, and refrain from inhal- ing while under water, there seems no reason why he should not come up any number of {imes, Thiswould allow greater opportunity of being rescued. The culty, however, is t.‘mt very few people who are not swimmers are able to keep their senses about them under such cir- cumstances, and even if they knew the proper thing to do, would be likely to for- get it in their fright.—Harper’s Bazar. Hungary has seven orders, the leading one m‘ry that of the Dragon, founded ip themselves carry the implements of the ame, and the patent contrivance which r. Hardy brought from London makes the burden light and easy to adjust. @olf is destined to become popular in San Francisco, Oakland, San Jose and other places becanse it is popular ‘with the socie eople of Newgort, Lenox and Tuxedo, .ndp for the further reason that it gives the players, women as well as men, an opportunity to display stylish an beautiful outdoor costumes. The game has already attained great Bop arity among ladies of the highest rank in Eng- land. Following in the footsteps of Eng- lish aristocracy the New York and New England dames fell into line as usual, and it is only a question of a few months’ time when golf will be the rage on this side of the continent. A 8 o faver gf the goming game it may be spun as a protection from the worm'’s ene- mies, but a Tribune reporter the other day noticed that an ichneumon fly had forced her way .in, and every second one could see_her dart out her ovipositor, or egg- laying tube, and puncture a worm, who would squitm up, but the mischiet was done. An egg had been laid below the skin, and when each of those caterpillars | turns into a chrysalis that egg will hatch upa. the ichneumon flies was seen stalking the big and ugly-looking caterpillar of the golden moth. The fly actually crept up to her victim on tiptoe along a small twig, for the caterpillar in self-defense can emit an acrid green fluid, and as it can swing around with great force, the fly has to be cautious. In this case the fly was successful. 8he got within striking distance and the next moment the big caterpillar was writh- ing in rage; but the egg had been laid suceessiully, and the fly was out of reach searching for another victim. A big species of the ichneumon fly can Another of a gitt from Abd-ur-Rahman, Emir of Afghanistan. 'he covers of this unique volume, the sides of which are 914x4 inches, are of solid gold plates an eighth of an inch in thick- ness, lined with silver sheets of the same thickness. o The centerpiece, as well as tlie corners, are symbolic designs, wrought in dia- monds, rubies and pearls. The center fig- ure is a crescent, with a star between its points, the whole design being composed of 109 small diamonds, 167 pearls and 122 rubies. The diamonds on each corner, which are almost hidden in their golden setting, and the orange-solored lacquer with which they are fastened, are each worth about §5000. The book itself is on parchment, entirel written by hand. It is valued at $12: 00& There is said to have been 100,000 visitors present in Isnan-Ruza the day the holy relic was enshrined.—New York Herald. ———— ‘Wordsworth’s motner had a character as peculiar as that of her gifted son. Of a gentleman well known in busi= ness and other circles. The sequel of a holiday in the mountains. Doubt and iadiscreet silence play important parts. The leaves of the diary of a man excep- tionally well known in business and social circles have for good reason been sent to a large business concern, and as most of the matter is bright and readable the portions which are likely to interest the public are by permission here reproduced. The year is 1895. Aug. 14th—Got back to-day from my vacation with my wife in the mountains. Can’t see but that we have been aseconomical as possible, but it has been very expensive. Good done, practically none. Aug. 15th—Think I was a little bit better able to do a good day’s work to-day than when Iwentaway. Notmuch, though. Everything seems about the same, except Atherton. He's looking splendidly. I could imagine any woman falling in love with him now. Was as pale as a ghost and as nervous as cat when I ‘went away. Wonder what's the cause? Aug. 19th—Lunched with Atherton. Com- plimented him upon hisimproved appearance. He admitted feeling well, but did not respond when I broadly hinted that I thought he must have been left a fortune, or had been accepted by a pretty girl, What can be in the wind? I haven’t felt worse for months than to-day. Mentally worried, no appetite and generally blue. Staid in office trying to balance cash till 6:30, and then left without having done it. Aug. 21st—It seems to me things are going from bad to worse. Left my wife in bed this morning with & nervous headache, and I so ill and cross that I don’t know what to do or where to turn. It annoyed me to see Atherton with that good-tempered smile, and I nearly made & ool of myself by telling him so. It's no use, I must call the doctor in to-morrow, but how ever we are to stand this additional expense, after our holiday, I can’t see. Aug. 23d—Stayed at home yesterday and took some medicine that was recommended to me. It might have helped me a trifle, perhaps. but Iam tired of these nostrums. It made my wife worse if anything. Poor creature, something must be done for her at once. 8he won’t have & doctor, and I am at my wit's end. Accepted aninvite to dine with Louis to-morrow even- ing. Ishall go, but I hate to leave home even for an hour with things as they are now. Aug. 25th—Dined with Louis last night as ber programme, and had a most interesting chat. Nice fellow, Louis. He amazea me by assuring me during the evening that the only thing that had happened to Atherton was that he had been taking some preparation put up by aDr. Henley. Can't believe it for the life ofme. 11 it were 50 Atherton would have told me so. Shall certainly inquire to-morrow. Found my wife in bed again with bad nervous spell. Aug. 27th—Got Atherton to lunch with me to-day, nnd he confessed that he has been tak- Ing Dr. Uenley's Celery, Beet and Iron for six weeks or more, and says that that and that Alono is responsibleLos the tmprovement in LEAVES FROM A DIARY appearance. I frankly can’t credit it, for he did look so *“washed ont,” but I'm going to try it—a bottle or two of §t anyway. Aug. 28th—The Celery, Beef and Iron ar- rived last night and I have commenced taking it to-day. I don’t have much faith in it though—~but then there is Atherton. Well, we shall see. Sept. 2d—Well, I must confess I enjoyed yos- terday better than I have any Sunday this year. I think I must attribute my bit of good spirits to that preparation of Dr. Henley’s. Too soon to tell yet though. Sept. 4tb—Lunched with Louis at —'s. After lunch ordered a glass of Celery, Beef and Iron. They brought me some wretched stuff— not Henley’s at all. Shan’t go near the place at all. Why can't people keep the genuine article, and not try this imitation game, I wonder? I was a pretty good customer of ——'s, but I won’t go where they try to swindle me. Sept. 7th—Much better to-day. Sleep soundly now and my head is as elear as & bell. Sept. 10th—Thank heaven, my wife is pick. ing up rapidly. Hasn’t had a headache for days, and I, too, am infinitely better than I was a couple of weeks ago. But why on earth didw’t Atherten tell me before what had done him so much good? That beats me. I am going to write to the Henley people and tell them wHat I think of their preparation, and I'll order a case, too. Never dreamed I could get so much better so quickly. Wondertul stuff—no doubt about that, That is all of the diary that can be pub. lished at present, The leaves were accoms panied by the following letter, which speaks for itself: C1ty, Sept. 12, 1895. Gentlemen: Will you please send me a case of Dr. Henley’s Celery, Beef and Iron, for which I gladly inclose check. I haye had four bottles in my house during tbe last fifteen days. Fox what they cost me, I could not have had my doctor come and see either myself or my wife, write a prescription and got it filled, Nothing has ever done either of us so much good, and, to show you how genuine I am in shis matter, I inclose you the leaves of my diary from the 14th of August to this-date inclusive. Now, if there is anything you can pick out of this which will tend to show the wayin which it has benefited us, you are welcome to do so, but I would rather that you didn’t use my name. But when my wife gets perfectly well—as I have no doubt she will—I shall give you the privilege with pleasure of publishing it to the four winds of heaven. Send the case at once, please. Yours very truly, A.H. 8. There is little doubt but thatthe name will soon ““be given to the four winds of heaven,” for, as these people are taking iron for their blood, beef as a general sustenant and celery for their nerves (which is just what Dr. Henley’s Oelery, Beef and Iron consists of) they are bound to get well, and their cures will be lasting ones, too. 1‘ 1 R 3