The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 28, 1896, Page 26

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JUNE 28, 1896. EP IN THIs PosiTioN WHEN You FaLL OVERBOARD AND You WiLL Not DROWN. There is no need of drowning simply be- cause you happen to fall overboard. Keep cool, have a little confidence in yourself, follow these few and simple directions, and you may float safely till help arri er how long the coming. All this, hin reason, of course. If assistance does not come to you before you die of rvation, certainly you will not be saved. A collateral truth that you must be gifted with enough physical endurance to remain in this natural and easy position until the help arrives. If you lose your wits, however, and begin to struggle, you will drown as sure as the law of gravity prevails. Not lonz ago, in New York, the body of a man was fshed out of East River and taken to the morgue as dead. KEvidently the body had been in the water for mar hours, and you can imagine the astonish- | ment of every one when the apparen corpse showed signs of returning conscious- ness and eventually sat up and began to talk. This remarkable occurrence led the Pittsburg Dispatch to take up the matter and treat it from a scientific standpoint. Samuel Cockran was the name of the man who so miraculously escaped drown- authorities cited in the ing. One of the matter says: “Cockran’s case is by no means as peculiar as it would seem ai first thought, and is in no way mysterious when a few scientific principles are understood. There is no manner of calculating how soon a body will sink, and no sbsolute | certainty of telling how long a body has been in the water. It is all a matter of guesswork. body is of about the same weight as the water of the river. In other words, the specific gravity of the body is equal to the balk of water which it displaces. I say about equal, for there are conditions which make this otherwise—the tide at times affects the water of the river, while stout people, with small bones, are much lighter than lean, large-boned peopie. Taking the general rule without the con- ditions, then, a body will rarely ever sink of its own accord.”’ “How is 1it, then, that people who fall into the water are usually drowned ?”’ “That is entirely due to the struggles of the person in the water. The bulk of water displacement and the gravity of bodies are so micely balanced that the HOW NOT TO DROWN es, no | As a general rule a human | most trivial thing will cause one to out- | weigh the other. The proper position for | | 2 man in the water who seeks to prevent himself from sinking is to maintain an up- right position, bis head thrown back so | | that the entire body is submerged, with | only the mouth and nostrils above the | surface of the water. There is a great deal of sense in the saying that a drowning | man will catch at a straw, for the smallest | bit of wood will give such assistance to | the body as to permit a man in the water to raise his entire head from the water, and so look about him. Without the aid | of this straw of help, a hand oreven a finger raised above the water will make | the advantage against the man, and his | head must be forced below the surface.” “Once a man is under water his body must sink to the bottom, must it not ?"” ““Not necessarily. The man will be| drowned, but his body may stay on the surface. Once a man’s head is under water, in his attempt to breathe he will | | take in a quantity of water. This, enter- i ing the stomach, takes the place of the air which was there, makes the body heavier than it is naturally and so affects the | body’s gravity that it will sink. But n the case of fleshy persons that I have men- tioned, the amount of water taken in is | not always sufficient to outbalance the water displacement, and so the body will not sink.” “‘But you speak only of persons who are conscious when they fall in the water. This man Cockran, from the nature of the | wounds on his head, must have been un- conscious when he fell into the river.” “Just so. I was coming to that. Strange as it may seem, Cockran by falling into the water when unconscious stood a better chance of remaining on the surface than if he had been conscious. Being wuncon- scious, he did not struggle to save himself in a way that would have surely sent him | to the bottom of the river. There was no | gasp for breath, and consequently no water entered the stomach to take the place of air there. | *“His body, then, equally balancing the | water which it took the place of, remained | on the surface, and would have remained | there until he became consciousand strug- | gled’or until he died. On the same prin- | ciple, a man who is dead when he falls or | is thrown into the river rarely sinks at all, \ or not for a long time.”’ MY MIDNIGHT VISITOR The midhour of night, as a rule, is the accepted time and a dimly lighted top- floor back room in a gloomy tenement a favorite place for uncanny happenings. These essential elements were present. Time, place and occurrence were in keep- ing one with another. Hues, the artist, occupied a top-floor rear apartment. He was crippled with rheumatism, doubied up in a manner painful to bebold; bound hand and foot as it were by the malad which had made him its victim. He alone, moreover, and 1 had given his sorry plight many a thought during the day. My last sketch for the night fin- ished I hastened away from the artroom | of the morning newspaper and was soon afterward in the presence of my friend Hues. *‘Great God, I'm starved!’ he cried as I entered the door after feeling my way through blackness up three flights of stairs. “Here I am chained up by this ac- cursed ailment, can’t move a limb and haven’t touched food for a day.” “Too bad, old boy,” said I, “anda I'l rush up a supper for you.” *Just coffee now, please,” was the sick | man’s request. Stumbling blindly down the dark stairway, I was soon irn the res- taurant. A stimulant, I thought, couldn’t be & bad thing for Hues; so [ purchased a quart-bottle of whisky, which [ buried in an Inside pocket of my greatcoat, and, being supplied with a steaming cup of coffee, wended my way carefully back to the sufferer. Hues sipped the hot bever- age and seemed muck relieved. Then I drew out the whisky. “Ah! thanks,” said Hues, “a rubbing with some ‘of that liquor will benefit my limbs, I believe.” Hark! wasn’t that a groan of agony from the hallway? I grasped the candlestick irom the table and started for the door; but I stopped like one shot, as a ghostly form swellea up out of the shadow and confronted me. “Ob, my heart!” gasped the form. It was the great, tall frame of a man. He had a knotted grizzly beard and long gray Lair pushed back from his forehead. His mouth was wide open as if to draw into his lungs all the air possible, and his look of dire distress 1s indelibly stamped on my memory. Trembling, [ stood with the candle in one hand; the bottle of whisky in the other. The ghastly figure caught sight of the bottle. He seemed to have lost his speech. His eyes rolled, his jaws moved from side to side; he extended a hand toward the bottle, while with the other hand he motioned in the direction of his chasm-like mouth. Betting down the candle I uncorked the | whisky in an instant and dashed a power- | ful dose of it into a handy glass, which ‘ was snatched from me in a twinkling and | tossed without a swallow, down the throat | of the midnight visitor. | “Tortures!” he yelled, as he beat his head with one hand, while with the other he pushed back the glass for another in- stallment. ‘‘Racking pains! Killing me!” No sooner was the glass filled a second time than the contents followed the pre- ceding measure. Another and still an- | other glassiul I poured out. It disappeared |1n the same way. I was growing weuk | from the strain; a cold perspiration was over me. Glass after glass I filled, until the bottle had shed its last drop. Even then the weird stranger motioned for more. The formation of his throat must have been peculiar. He didn't swallow— he tossed the liquor down, and it seemed to be precipitated directly, without any semblance of any intervening operation, into the deeps of his organism. Meantime Hues had risen up in bed, his eyes riveted on the figure in white, throw- ing strong liquor into himself without any apparent effect. The sudden and unex- pected ghostly comine, the unearthly looks and actions, the dim light, the hour, were all calculated to chill the blood and make the hair stand on end like quilis upon the fretful porcupine. Noiselessly the figure shrunk back toward the door. Unconsciously I fol- lowed. Now 1 was peering out into the dark hallway. The ghostly visitor was gone! I turned to attend to my patient, who had been out of my thoughts for a time, when, to my amazement, I en- countered him at my elbow. Hues walked the length of the room, dressed himself and marveled much at the aiscovery that his rheumatism had passed away. He was feeling like a new man, and at 2 A. M. ate supper in the cafe below. We told the story of the night’s bogie to another occu- pant of the house, which, by the way, is not 1000 feet distant from the corner of | Clay and Montgomery streets. The new party laughed heartily. *‘Same old trick!” he cried. “Harry Siegfried | has been playing that same game here for years. His stomach is copper-lined. His throat is simply a straight pipe-line to his stomach from his funnel of a mouth. That man would make a great pantomime | artist, wouldn’t he! He tackles only new- comers, and generally has to shriek for the stimulants, which strangers hasten to procure in order to save a life. Some- | times he frightens the wits out of people. | But you are fortunate in the premises, my | boys, for Siegfried appears to have fright- | ened the rbeumatism out of one of you, | at the very moderate cost of one quart bottle!” “DOWN THE THROAT OF THE MIDNIGHT VISITOR.” THE MODERN CUMUOLATIVE STORY The evolution of the modern cumula- tive newspaper story is easy. All that is necessary is a unit of any sort, an air of plausibility and a rudimentary knowledge of the multiplication table. For instance, aman eats one and three-fourths pounas of solid matter for lunch and drinks one- fourth of a pound of liquids. There1s nothing unusual about that; but suppose | he should lay inside of his stomach one year’s provisions at one meal? Of course, he conld not do that, but it is easy for a space-writer to assume that there is some- where a gentleman with insides of indefi- nite elasticity and expansive ability and then the story is made. The process is represented by this mathematical formula: Two pounds x 3 (meals) x365 (days) equals 1 year’s supply. It then easily appears that the man has consumed, all at one sitting, 2190 pounds of food and drink, or a little over one ton. Naturally the public smiles at one man’s exploits, but when it appears that some anonymous scientist has discovered a finid which will make all men equally elastic and the possibilities for San Francisco, for instance, run like this: As 1 man is to 320,000 so are 2190 pounds eaten by 1 man at 1 meal to 710,800,000 | pounds eaten by San Francisco at 1 break- fast. The enraptured public having followed | this story through to this bewildering re- sult, sympathizes unanimously with the coarse male voice which breaks in at this point, saying: “Well, I'tl be —; what will these news- paper fellows get next 1o fill up with?” The truth is that the ‘“‘cumulative freak story writer”” has been too modest hereto- fore. He has fondly rattled the chinks in his pocket on the basis of local calcula- ion. He has permitted some ‘‘pent-up Utica' to restrain his powers, regardless of the true statement of the poet that *‘tne whole boundless universe is ours.”” What the public want is the best and most com- prehensive. It does well enough to esti- mate how far the elbows of all the hand- organ grinders of San Francisco travel in a year or a lifetime; possibly well enough to give us the facts possessing intrinsic in- terest concerning the cumulative energy of all the boys who ‘‘shoot craps” around Lotta’s fountain; not neces- sarily bad to inform wus with what a resounding thwack some myihical horse on the ‘“bob-car” street lines could knock the driver from the platform 1if all the power wasted by other horses around town in the brushing away of flies were concen- trated in one blow to be dealt by his tail at the unlucky driver. These are live topics, the lack of due discussion of which would hurt; but the fact is that the field is not wide enough. Hark to the tramp of the multitudesin all climes and all countries! Their rhythmic footfalls truly “echo around the globe.” By tens of thousands and miilions, the cadence never ceasing, as the sun alter- nately shines on one part or another of the earth’s pleasing circumference, this mulititudinous army marches forever. Toddling with .feeble steps from the cradle; running with nimble feet toward the schoolhouse; walking with dignified tread to the academic stage; firmly press- g the earth in the advance toward ma- turity; poised and equable in the days when silver hairs are multiplied; sadate and slow, with halting footiall toward the setting sun. The measured step of millions of sol- diers; the airy ascent of millions of sail- ors aloft in the rigging; the dizzy whirling of the waltzers; the ponderovs concussion of the policemen’s feet upon the pave- ment; the uncertain passage of the inebri- ates; the shuffling gait of the professional tramps; the weary mileage of miliions of fond fathers, babies in their arms, throughout the silent (?) watches of the night. * It is respectfully submitted that the true “freak story” has in these steps, if they could be piled one upon another, a yarn | which could reach so high that no one can easily surpass it and that is the ultimate aim of the “‘freak story,” to go so far that no one can possibly go further. The sub- ject of piled up footsteps cannot be ex- hausted in one article, but in limited space some hints may be thrown out to meas- urably guide the insatiable seeker for the unusual 1in some slight degree. First, concerning the people on the earth who are qualified to take steps of differing lengths. There are 5,684.600 in Oceanica, 33,342,700 in South America, 88,386,084 in North Ameriea, 168,499,017 in Africa, 357,851,850 in Eurove, 825,954,000 in Asia, 11,170 in the polar regions. The grand total is 1,479,717,981. The exactness of these figures is vouched for by a statis- tical publication. Of these, according to popular belief, there is only one nation on the earth whose footsteps can be approxi- mately measured. The notable exception is in Spain, where there are 28,911,609 per- sons (including the Spanish colonies), who have been taught to “‘walk Spanish.” The most lively men on earth are bill collectors, and the number of these may be estimated only approximately. They can, however, be safely placed at 3,000,000, who are dodged and told to ‘“‘call again’’ by at least 120,000,000. The steadiest trav- elers are the letter-carriers, who are all the world over at least 500,000. The great army of men and women walking with crying babies number at least 10,000,000, who step more according to circumstances than by fixed rule. The messenger- boys vary; the cashboys ditto; the fire- men walk up anc down ladders more than on a level perhaps, the policemen make it difficult to estimate their mileage by walk- ing around so many corners, soldiers vary according to the digestion of the Emperor or Czar or other ruler, Poets who are not ‘‘doing time' in a treadmill are an uncertain quantity. Schoolboys also befog the calculation by the celerity with which they run around bases at baseball and the comparative slowness with which they ‘*ao errands.” The professional tramps have their sched- ule seriously interfered with by farmers’ dogs. Shall kicks count as steps? That is to be discussed by the accurate freak-story- writer. There are in the Uniled States 84,434,000 milking cows which have to be kicked at least once per day on an average. There are ballet girls who make a varable record kicking at chandeliers or silk hats. Then the football players and the suburban committees. To show how difficult it will be to make out a mathematically accurate freak-story on these lines the following facts are quoted : o It takes twice as long to come home from a church social as it does to go. An esgtential accompaniment of “barn- raisings” in New Jersey is “apple-jack,” and in Connecticut hard cider. Tue speed of the fleeing frontiersman regulates the pace of the noble red man at a “‘hair-raising.” Thomas Bard of Mumfordville, Ky., stepped from the Green River railroad bridge, a distance to the water below of 130 feet, in 1881, and Steve Brodie made an equally phenomenal step at the East River bridge, in New York. This does not affect the general average of the people who dwell on “'the Steppes.”” It is an open question whether bicycle riding consists of steps or pushes; also whether a “‘slide’” between bases is a step. The distance over which a policeman 'travels in the United States varies from | .20 of one mile, on the average, in New York city, to 24.29 miles in Sioux City, Ia. There are only seventy-five feet of fire- men’s ladders at Omaha and 7000 feet in New York City. Professor Walton waltzed sixteen hours consecutively at New York. Kicks at “'St. Valentine”’ day bricks are placed at 5,000,000 per annum, but this is only a guess. While the width of sldewalks at Mil- waukee is twenty-seven feet the town is full of breweries, Taunton has only six- foot sidewalks, but there are sixty miles of shade trees and 800 street lampposts along the edges of the walks. However, it is best to sweep aside all difficulties and make bold estimates, for the reader will like it jusi as well, and it is easier to do that way. Here is the result: There are 739,858,990 of the female sex on earth. These fizures are reached by | dividing the total population by two, the idea being to give the women an equal chance with men. Of these, 10 per cent may be babies unable to walk, but they have to be walked with, and so they keep up the average. The Chinese women number abeut 200,000,000 and the Turks 20,000,000, and they don’t walk much, but their civilized sisters “window shop” enough to offset the Mongolian and Mo- hammedan inactivity. Moreover, the women in many parts of the earth still do all the ““hustling’’ for the family, and that surely squares the account. There are 739,858,990 mien, including mandarins and street-corner ‘“statues.”” Their mileage will also be averaged on the basis of the activity of a fair type. Here is a rough computation per diem: WOMEN, Got breakfast, 35 mile. Forenoon work, 4 mlles. Afternoon calls, 2 miles. Window shopped, 11 miles. MEN. W'alled to breakfast, 25 eet. \ Walked to streetcar, 200 eet. feet. Walked to business Got dinner, 1 mile. headquarters, 150 feet. Walked with baby, 1 rod. Wlnlgzfldnrlng forenoon, 000 reet. Total for day, 1644 miles and 1 rod. Walked to lunch, 500 eet. 1 Walked back, 500 feet. Walked out for cigars, etc., 2 feet. 'Walked to streetcar, 150 feet. Walked from streetcar to house, 200 feet. Bicycle ride, 10 miles. Walked with baby, 1614 miles. Toial for day, about 27 miles. Here isa fine field for the cumulative story-teller, for the difference in the length of steps varies much. In China the Ii (small) 18 .486 inches, and the small-footed woman’s pedalic.exploits can be individu- ally described with not more than ten hs. In Cochin China the women may step one throc, or 19.2 inches, at one time. In Denmark the woman who can step off three fods, or 3.06 feet, is a wonder. The Abyssinian woman strides about one pic, or 28,6 inches. In Baden a step means two fusses, the fuss being 11.81 inches long. At the Cape of Good Hope the foot is only 11.616 inches long. Estimating the aver- age length of women’s steps all over the globe at two feet and men’s at two and a half feet, the figures for one day run like this: 739,858,990 women take 1,993,270,683,100 steps. 739,858,990 men take 2,989,906,024,650 steps. Total daily steps, 4.983,176,707,750. Allowing that each step means a rise of the sole three inches, the total vile of daily footsteps would amount to 14,949,- 530,133,250 inches, or 1,245,795,010,254 feet, or 235,945,835 miles. Pile up these steps for thirty years, an average life, and they would reach a distance of 2,593,139,393,250 miles. This reminds one that it is just as well to tell 2 good story while abont it. MRs. LovEy ALDRICH OF SAN Di1EGo, WHO KNEW WASHINGTON. [From a photograph by Frank B. Schutz.] SHE WAS BORN IN 1800 band Simon, aged 62, a resident of Illinois, is the only surviving one. 5 although lacking less than four yearsof being a centenarian, appears to be scarcely more than 80. She was of medium size in her younger years, but old age bas somewhat withered her form, but without leaving many wrinkles on her clear-cut face. derfully clear and her sight and hearing good. Her statements in conversation are ex- ceedingly clear,and a witty remark dropped by the venerable woman now and then brings a smile to the face of her son and surprise to the interviewer, “Yes, I remember the war of 1812,” she “My brother was dratted for that war, but he couldn’t go, and so another brother went. : “We raised flax in those days and spun We didn't have all the machinery of to-day, but I will say that people had some sense to get up the Even if we had had machines then we couldn’t have run them so glib as they do now. think I could ride one of them. They may be all right for men, and I’ve heard tell that a man can ride a bieycle up hill. Laws! “Yes, I knew Daniel Webster—and he could drink brandy, too. so very far from our town, right jinin’, He was rather shortish and thickset, and laws! what speeches he I never saw any of the other public men of those days, but many’s the time I've heard of them. now I suppose.” There isa woman in San Diego whose memory takes her back to the days when this Nation was young—when Jefferson and Hamilton and Adams and Lafayette were at the pinnacle of their greatness, | and when the Father of His Country was talked ab: ut as just baving gone to his eternal rest. She is Mrs. Lovey Aldrich, who was 96 years old on March 29 last. ‘With her youngest son, Edwin C. Aldrich, who 1s & gray-haired man of 56, and his wife, Mrs. Aldrich, she lives at 918 E street. Mrs. Aldrich is the widow of a Revolu- tionary soldier, Caleb Aldrich, and on the records of the Government at Washington | he is set down as having been *‘a private | of the Rhode Island Line of War, 1776.” He fought against the British under Wash- | ington, and there is naught to show that | he was not a valiant warrior. Mr. Aldrich was born in 1762 and had buried three wives when he married the present Mrs. Aldrich in 1833. She was then 33 years old and had four little chil- dren, being the widow of Taylor Clark, to whom she was married in 1821. Mr. Clark was a private in the New Hampshire line of infantry and fought in the war of 1812. After his marriage to Mrs. Clark he lived at Sanbornton, N. H., until 1828, when he died. Aiter her marriage in 1833 to Caleb Aldrich the family lived at Sanbornton until 1849, when they removed to Hiil village, N. H., and it was there that Mr. Aldrich died October 5 of that vear. Ed- win C. Aldrich of San Diego was the only | issue of the second marriage. Of the four children of Mrs. Aldrich by her first hus- Her mind is won- | said. our own cloth. machinery. And bicycles! His farm wasn’t you mi ht say, could make. They’re all dead A CUORIOUS SCIENCE Among the curjous sciences of the day psychometry holds quite a prominent posi- tion. According to the students of oc- cultism, there is nothing called into ex- istence without making a permanent record of its presence, even such an in- tangible thing as a thought or a posture leaving such an impress on nature that it can be recognized thousands of vears aft- rerwad. It is asserted that surrounding the earth there is a vast tenaclous mass of substance, invisible to ordinary sight, known as the astral light. This is said to become visible when there is a certain psychic development in the observer. It appears as a white or starry light, hence it is termed astral. The statement is made that this light preserves a photographic character, and that every event that occurs on earth is caught on this sensitive plate of na- ture and recorded there, so that it may be observed and read by those able to explore that plane. Not only are objects and events recorded here, but also all thoughts | and ideas. Every one who is at all clairvoyant makes his psychic observations in this astral light, but for the psychometer there is a still further process, for he asserts that the astral light also rephotographs the pictures within every molecule of physical matter that happens to be in the neigh- borhood. Whether this theory can be scientifically verified at the present time, it at least offers a reasonable working hypothesis for the experiments made by psychometers. A psychometer will take a piece of stone, for instance, and placing it to his forehead will see and describe all the events, cover- ing thousands of years, that occurred in the vicinity of that stone. Or by fixing his mind on a certain place he can come en rapport with it and trace the past his- tory of that locality to an almost illimita- ble extent. Unfortunately the psychometer some- times gets mixed up in his surroundings, so unless collateral testimony can be ob- tained his observations are not always trusiworthy. Nevertheless, it seems an important branch of study for those who possess the peculiar fitness for its pursuit, and many curious facts have been gleaned by it regarding the past. A Chicago psychometer in 1867 took a piece of rock that had been picked up at Columbia, Tuolumne County, Cal., near the Stanislaus River, and placing it to his forehead he saw a herd of twenty large elephants running along a path in the woods occasionally twining their trunks around small trees and pulling them up by the roots. The psychometer gave the following description: “Now they are at the water drinking. A great ailigator comes out of the water and with open mouth runs at one of the elephants. The elephant hits him on the head with his trunk and the alligacor crawis off. Now I see Indians sticking spears into the ele- phants. They have killed a number now, bat the elephants are still running. “Why! there was a tremendous noise just then underground! The trees bend over; the elephants run; the ground is cracking. I see it heave nearly like the ocean. A good many trees have fallen— the rotten omes. Now another shock—a hard one. One elephant fell down. The Indians are runping in all directions. The ground rose up as something under it; it has madea large hill. Oh! there isa voleano at the top of it; a large biack cloud rose outof it at first. Stones are flying in the air; lava is run- ning down the sides, which are very steep. It sends np redhot stones and lava very Now one side of the mountain has broken away, and a river of lava is run- ning out. There is such a noise I cannot hear myself speak. A stone falls near me; it is as big as a sewing machine. volcano must be three miles off. How curious it was to see that hill rise! up so fast! Trees went up with it and they are on fire.” Professor William Denton, the eminent geologist, in commenting upon the above report, said that ‘*discoveries made very recently prove it to be the fact that human beings lived 1n California when this lava stream was poured out, and that huge ele- phantine quadrupeds then browsed on the forest trees.” In dddition to Professor Denton’s testi- mony, Professor Whithey, State Geologist of California, exhibited 1n 1868, at Chicago, before the American Association for the Advancement of Science, a human skull, said to have been obtained in Calaveras County, at a depth of 180 feet below the surface, and under four beds of consoli dated volcanic ash or lava. bore a remarkable resemblance to that of Professor Whitney in- sisted most strongly that this skull, to- gether with other data collected by geo- demonstrated the fact that man and the mastodon and elephant had been contemporaneous in California. The same specimen of rock was sub- mitted by Professor Denton to two other wife and sister—and while their examinations differed in some details from the one quoted above, yet they quite agreed on the main features of the volcano and the elephants and pre- Adamic man, so that the account may be accepted as part of the ancient history of California. It is natural for scientists to look with distrust upon such observations as this, and while it may be readily admitted that many accounts of psychometiic experi- ment are untrustworthy and charlatan- esque, yet where there is not only corrobora- tion by independent seers, but also by the investigations of leading scientists as well, it is not unreasonable to suppose that there may be an exact science underlying. Students of the occult sciences are satisfied that this power of vision, along with other faculties, lies latent in every human being —where not already evolved—and thata considerable development of these is to take place during the twentieth century. A student of psychometry makes the assertion that ‘‘a personal relic of Shakes- peare may in half an hour reveal more of him than his biographers have been able to dig up by dint of the severest applica- tion for 200 years. A pebble from the streets of Jerusalem is a library contain- ing the records of the whole Jewish mution. The most secret deeds of even the most ancient times lie in the hght ot the brightest sunshine, and we have only to open our spiritual eyes to discover Axos J. JomNsax. high. a Digger Indian. logical psychometers—his thera.”