Bloomington Progress, Bloomington, Monroe County, 26 January 1900 — Page 6

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AN UN PROFESSIONAL MODEL.

CKO HE sun declining on the coast of

II Norway made the wide fjord shimmer like liquid gold below the purple mountains. Christine sat at

the foot of the cliff dreaming not that she was asleep, but lost in reverie. The sun made her long braided hair shine

like a halo as she rested her cheek on her hand and dreamed. Her thoughts were far away, and she did not notice that some one had quietly rowed his boat within a short distance of where she sat. He was evidently an artist, for at his feet in the boat lay an open portfolio. He dropped his oars, entranced at the unexpected and lovely vision. The flower-like face of the girl, the quaint c-ostume a short brown woolen skirt, a chemisette of snowy linen, a black velvet bodice and a red stocking cap on her gleaming hair. What a study for his next exhibition! Snatching his pencil, he made a hasty sketch of the little figure, with the cliffs looming up behind, the placid water almost touching her feet. She was surely a fairy of this land of romance, and presently the little elves would come to seek her. He could almost fancy them whispering to her now. Having finished the sketch, he gently rowed ashore. Christine stared with surprise as he leaped from the boat, but was reassured by the respectful manner in which he addressed her. "I beg your pardon for intruding," said he politely. "I had no idea there was anyone in this region but myself.

"there could be no mistaking heb." But will yon kindly tell me the name of this place? It is marvelously beautiful." And he sat down on a rock near by. "That is the Naerof jord," she replied, and her eyes seemed fathoms deep as she spoke. "It is very beautiful, but a sad thing happened here." "What was that? Do tell me," he asked, at the same time making mental notes of the lovely model he intended to reproduce on the other side of the sea. "Many years ago," she went on, "a beautiful maiden lived on this mountain, and she sang so sweetly in the evening that all were charmed who listened to her. She was merry and happy, and her songs were gay as any bird's. But one day a stranger came in his boat even as you come now and hearing the maiden singing as she sat here he praised her voice and said many things which pleased her. And after that they met here every evening during the summer time, and she was so happy she sang only for love of him. Though he lived in a distant country, she consented to become his bride. He promised to come for her when the leaves fell in the forest, but ho did not come. The snow covered the mountains and the spring melted it, and then she knew she would see him no more. And her sad songs seemed like a moan as the wind carried them out to sea, till one night a terrible storm swept the fjord and the girl did not come home. They found her there by the rock in the morning, where the waves had washed her body on the sand. And some say that on stormy nights you can hear her moaning by the cliffs, for she still mourns for the lover who promised to come. I never sit here at sunset but I think of her." "Thank you," responded the artist. "I didn't know the story, but I can quite believe it of such a place as this. Do you live on the mountain?" And he noted the small feet and delicate hands, which did not look as if they had ever done much work.

"Yes, I have lived here with grandfather since I was a little child. My parents were lost at sea. Would you like to see grandfather?" she asked, without a shadow of mistrust or apprehension. "He is very fond of company." The artist readily assenting, Christine led him through the gorge to the other side of the mountain, where a fine old house stood in its shelter. The old sailor looked a true descendant of the vikings as he sat in the porch, from where he could view the fjord in all its changing majesty. He welcomed the traveler royally, and a servant brought him a draught of wine and some curious confections. Christine sat at her grandfather's feet listening to his wonderful tales of the northern seas, and the moon was high in the heavens when the artist departed after promising the old man to return the next day for a sail in his queerlooking vessel. The rooms of the Art Club were thronged with artists, connoisseurs, patrons and men of wealth and fashion. In one corner a butterfly group of

girls hovered round a canvas marked

"384." "Oh, what is that?" "Did you ever

see anything so charming?" "What

lovely hair!" "What is it called?"

The catalogue answered the ques

tion: "An Evening Dream in Norway, by O. B ."

Suddenly there was. a hush, and the

admiring group turned to look at a fair,

golden-haired girl who had just entered talking to a distinguished-looking man. Though dressed in the prevailing fashion, there could be no mistaking her. She was undoubtedly the original of

the Norwegian maiden in "384."

Not without result had this man with

the keen sense of romance spent two months amid the enchanting atmosphere of the Noi'weglan lakes and mountains, in company with the grand old Norseeman and his lovely granddaughter. Unlike the lover in the ancient legend, he did not promise to return for his bride, but won and married her on the very mountain where at sunset he had first seen her dreaming by the fjord, and carried her off to his western home, to inspire him in his an forever. Boston Post.

AN EXPENSIVE BET.

The Winner Suffered a Greater Ioss in His Personal Property. "Speaking of practical jokes," said a Canal street business man to a Mobile Herald reporter, "I saw that old omelet trick played on a fellow in Atlanta the other night and I was really amazed that he didn't go on the warpath then and there. "The thing occurred at a restaurant where I was taking supper with four chance acquaintances made on the trip. One of the party was a cigar salesman from Richmond, and after supper he amused us with some sleight-of-hand tricks. Finally he turned to a North Georgia merchant, who was in the crowd, and asked if he had ever seen an omelet made in a hat. "The merchant was a portly, rather pompous individual, and replied, after some thought, that he had not. 'Well,' said the tobacco man, 'I'll bet the cigars for us two that I can make an omelet in the crown of your new silk hat without damaging it in the slightest degree.' I knew what was coming and began to giggle hysterically, but the Georgian remarked solemnly that he knew he would lose, but was willing to pay 20 cents to see the trick. With that he handed over his hat, which was brand-new, and the tobacco salesman proceeded to send for soma eggs and broke several into the crown. "He stirred them up with a knife and

i then held that hat over the gas. In

about three seconds it was a ghastly, hideous ruin, dripping raw eggs through a big hole burned in the top. 'By jove!' he exclaimed, 'you have beat me out of the cigars. I've forgotten how to do the trick.' As the Georgian examined his wrecked tile his face was a study for a painter. A few hours later I encountered him at the hotel, and he took me aside. " 'I won that fellow's cigars all right,' he said, 'but I still think it was a kind of a foolish bet.' "

The so-called modest violet commands a higher price, in proportion to its size, than any other flower at a green house.

TBEASURES IN BANKS.

SOMETIMES LIE UNCLAIMED FOR MANY YEARS.

Queer Finds in Boxes Left for Safe Keeping How Interest, Under Knglish JLuw, Accumulates on Uaclaimed Deposits Advertising for Owners.

Falling in love develops the detective instinct in a woman more than it makes, her happy. !

As is well known, banks act as custodians of boxes deposited with them for safe keeping. They make no charge for doing so, their object being to undertake no responsibility and incur no risk, as the acceptance of payment would imply. Naturally it happens that boxes stowed away by the banks in this manner come to be lost sight of by their owners. Those who left them for safe keeping die without passing on the secret of their existence to their heirs. Who is to know that such possessions could be claimed? It has been suggested that these boxes should be occasionally overhauled and their contents made public. An advertisement was issued in 1881 by order of the court of chancery, Ireland, with a view to discover the owners of the following among other valuables deposited in a Dublin bank: "(1) Box containing a number of silver articles, coins, medals and seals, and having on it a crest and the name 'E. S. Cooper;' (2) box containing a number of silver articles, of which several are crested with a coat of arms, supposed to be those of Viscount Netterville; (3) box containing thirty-nine articles of plate, some of them bearing a coronet; (4) box containing diamonds and articles of jewelry, lodged .by Dr. Andrew Blake and George Jennings on Dec. 22, 1700." There were some curious inquiries and tales about the chests found in their vaults, which were eventually handed over to the court of chancery. In the vaults of the Bank of Ireland are some chests of plate which were deposited with the bank before it moved into its present building that is, before the year 1800 the owners of which are unknown. Some years ago the confidential staff of the Bank of England discovered in the vaults a chest which, on being moved, literally fell to pieces from age. It contained a magnificent

and very valuable toilet service of solid

silver. No clue to the owner's identity

could be found either on the box or on any of the pieces of plate, which were simply engraved with a cipher and. a coronet.

However, among the numerous other things found in the box were a gold

casket of the period of Charles II. and

a packet of old love letters written

during the time of the restoration.

These afforded some clue to the original depositor, and, the directors having caused search to be made in the bank's books, the representative of the old

owner was discovered and the plate and love letters handed over accord

ingly. The sale of the plate brought in

a sum which was most welcome to the

poverty-stricken descendants of a one great family. So far as known, there

are no unclaimed boxes in the keeping of the Scotch banks.

Unclaimed deposits occasionally crop

up when from time to time calls are

made on banks to pay them. Instance

of this become public in sufficient num

ber to indicate that there is something

in the demand for publicity of these

dormant balances. A tew years ago a Glasgow man died, and among his possessions was an old desk. This fell to one of his heirs, and not so long since

a woman connected with the family

was struck with the similarity of this

article to one she had herself, and she

expressed a curiosity as to whether it had, like her desk, a secret drawer.

Examination was made, and, sure enough, a drawer was found, and in ?J two deposit receipts for sums aggregating something over $1,500. These deposits were dated away back between thirty and forty years, and one of them was on the City of Glasgow Bank. They were, of course, duly presented, and both were paid with interest. In an old box with books belonging to a provincial library there was found a bank book which must have lain there for about thirty years. The amount deposited was only about $18, but so long had the money remained that the interest on that sum amounted to about $40.50, making a total of about $59 not a despicable sum in these degenerate days. Chambers' Journal.

AN X-RAY DELUSION. Apparatus Apparently Photographs the Interior of the Body. Gustavo Michaud, I). Sc., describes in

the Scientific American a most ingen

ious scientific toy which is productive

of endless amusement, yielding results

which are simply astonishing for spec

tators who have not been told the se

cret of its construction. It apparently

reproduces instantaneously and neatly

the interior of the human body, giving

to every organ its natural color. The

whole operation is performed under the eyes of the bewildered sitter, who

watches the X-rays in what seems to

be the act of drawing and painting before his eyes his vital organs.

The apparatus looks like the objective tube of a camera, with the plate

on which the 1 m new is to be nroduced

Jn full sight of everyone. Thi appara

tus Is placed opposite the person whose viscera are to be photographed, and to heighten the effect a lamp may be solemnly placed behind the sitter. The operator invites everyone to look at the white sheet of paper, and presses the rubber buls of the shutter. A colored image appears instantaneously on the paper. The lungs are a bright red color, the heart is darker, the veins are blue, the stomach and intestines are of a greenish tint; other parts of the body paint themselves in black on the white paper. This sudden apparition generally startles the sitter; but a few remarks on the healthy looks of his lungs will place him at his ease. The photograph is taken out of the apparatus and passed among the spectators. Two distinct parts of the apparatus co-operate in the production of that

APPARATUS FOR PRODUCIJfO AN X-RAY ILLUSION. X-ray trick; namely, the sheet of paper and the objective tube. Before the experiment, the sheet of paper is treated as follows: It is pinned over any anatomical drawing showing the position of the principal thoracic and abdominal organs. If the sheet of paper is not too thick, the drawing can be seen through it. The space occupied by the lungs is then painted with a diluted solution of sulfocyanide of potassium. A more concentrated solution of the same salt is used to fill the space outlined by the heart and principal arteries. A few big veins are painted with a solution of ferrocyanide of potassium. A more diluted solution of the same salt is used for the stomach and a few intestinal folds. The rest of the body is uniformly painted with a concentrated solution of tannin. The whole operation need not take more than five minutes. When the paper is dry, the drawing is absolutely invisible, for all the above named solutions are colorless. The sheet of paper Is now ready for use in the apparatus. The objective tube does not contain any lens, but merely a small atomizer

INTKRIOR OE THE OBJECTIVE TUBE. filled with a solution of ferric chloride. When pressed the rubber bulb sends air, not as every spectator believes, into a pneumatic shutter, but into the atomizer. As a result a fine and. invisible .spray of the perehloride of iron solution reaches for a moment the sheet of paper. What follows is easily understood by every- student of chemistry. The reactions letweeu ferric salts on one side, sulfocyanide of potassium, ferrocyanide of potassium, and tannin on the other side, are among the most sensitive of analytical tests, owing to the extraordinary intensity of the red, blue and black colors which originate in these reactions. Hence the instantaneous production of the colored picture.

MRS. WILLIAM BELL LOWE-

Atlanta Woman Who Will Be Prominent at 4he Paris Show. Mrs. William Bell Lowe, of Atlanta, will be honorary president for America of the Women's Board of the Paris exposition. Mrs. LOwe has been proai-

MRS. WM. BELL LOWE.

inently identified with the woman's club movement and is now president of the General Federation. Mrs. Lowe, before her marriage, was one of the most beautiful girls in Southern society. She is wealthy and has long been noted for her philanthropic work. She has a handsome home in the aristocratic quarter of Atlanta.

California's Redwood Forests. An Eastern syndicate is being organized to buy up all of California's famous redwood forests.

1 A Minnesota Farmer Does Well

in Canada. Virden, Man., Nov. 18, Hon. Clifford Sifton, Minister of ths Interior, Ottawa, Canada: Sir Thinking that my experience In Manitoba might be both useful and interesting to ray felow countrymen in the United States who may be looking to Manitoba and the Northwest with the intention of settling there, 1 hare much pleasure in stating that through information received from Mr. W. F. McCreary, Immigration Commissioner at Winnipeg, I was induced to visit Manitoba in February, 1898. When 1 called upon Mr. McCreary he spared no pains to give me all the information, etc., in 'his possession, the result of which was that I came here with a letter of introduction from him to tha secretary of the Virden Board of Trade. That gentleman provided me with a competent land guide, and although there was considerable snow on tha ground, I had no difficulty in selecting three homesteads for myself and sons. Having made the necessary homestead entries at the land office in Brandon, I returned to my home in Lyon County, Minnesota, and came back here In May following, accompanied by one of my boys, bringing with us two teams of horses, implements, etc. Our lirat work was to erect a temporary shanty and stable, after which we broke and leveled 75 acres and put up 30 tons of hay. I went back to Minnesota about the 20th of July, leaving my son here. I returned in October, bringing my family with me. I found that the land we had acquired was of good quality, being a strong clay loam with clay subsoil. Last spring I sowed 100 acres in wheat, 50 acres in oats and barley (75 acres of this grain was sowed on "goback" plowed last spring). My crop was threshed in October, the result being over 2,700 bushels of grain In all. Wheat averaged 15 bushels per acra and graded No. 1 hard, but that whicn was sown on land other than sod ("goback") went 24 bushels per acre. To say that I am well pleased with the result of my first year's farming operations in Manitoba does not ade, quately express my feelings, and I have no hesitation in advising those who are living in districts where land is high in price to come out here, if they are willing to do a fair amount of work. I am ten miles from Virden, which is a good market town, and nine miles from Hargrave, where there are two elevators. This summer I erected a dwelling house of native stone and bought a half -section of land adjoining our homestead, for which I paid a very moderate price. There are still some homesteads in this district, and land of fine quality can be purchased from the Canadian Pacific Railway Co. at $3.50 per acre on liberal terms. Good water is generally found at a depth of from 15 to 20 feet. I have 175 acres ready for crop next year. The cost of living here is about the same as in Southern Minnesota. Some commodities are higher and others lower in price, but the average is about the same. I remain, your obedient servant, (Signed) JACOB RE1CHEKT. In certain parts of Africa, crocodiles, toads and spiders are eaten. Ancient Romans ate caterpillars, and some Afrit cans do the same to-day.

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