Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 25 January 1896 — Page 3

A Physician Talks.

THE REMARKABLE STORY AND AFFIDAY jr OF DR. LEWIS bLUNDIN.

Allllctfil with

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for Twenty"

five Years—A Cage of Woilil Wide Interest. (From the Philadelphia Times.) Lewis D. Blumiin was born in '41 Bridgewater, Pu., and is now a resident ol Hulmeville tuino state. He went through ... the war as private, sergeant and iioK|iiml steward of Company C. 28th Pa. Volunteers.

As a result of an attack of tvphoid fever in Ga., his kidneys became afrected and tliis finally developed into spinal disease, which lasted through his army service. In '66 he was mustered out and entered Jeffersom Medical College, Phila., as a student from which he graduated two years later. Tbe remainder of the story is best told in hia own words:

One day, after I had graduated, I was lying on a sofa at my home in Manayunk, when I /elt a cold sensation in my lower limbs aa though the blood had suddenly left, them. When tried to move them 1 was horrified at the discover}-that 1 was paralyzed from my hips to my toes. The paralysis was complete and a pin or a pinch of the flesh caused no jiuin. could not move a muscle. I called iu Dr. \Villid»n C. Todd, of Philadelphia, lie made an exhaustive examination of oase, and Announced that my trouble wAs caused by inflammation of the spina .:ard, and that I would likely have ano stroke of pav:il-'ris. I consulted Dr. I. V. G'-uss and Dr. r.. icoast of JeA'ersoa Collide, Philadelphia, and Dr. Morehouse, of Philadelphia with the same result.

One day last September I decided to try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People. I had always been troubled with a sort of vertigo after my first stroke of paralysis to such an extent that when I got out of my bed niv head would swim and I had dimcully in saving my.uelf from falling. My appetite was bad, digestive organs ruine«.i and no assimilation of food. In addition to ., my many other ailments, rheumatism held T~ a prominent place. BY the time had finished the first box of Pink Pills I was comparatively free from these minor ills.

First one ail would disappear, then another until the pills got to work upon the foundation stones of mv trouble—paralyris. Before I had taken tlie six boxes of pills, I was sitting in my chair and one afternoon, when I felt a curious sensation in my left foot. Upon investigation I found it had flexed, or in other words, become movable, and I eould move it. From that time on my improvement was steady and it was not long before 1 was walking around on crutches with little or no di«romfort. It was three yearsbeforetnking the Pink Pillsthat I had been able to use the crutches at any time and I feel Biire that Pink Pills have done memore good than all the doctors and all the medicine in the country and as they are not costly I can easily afford the treatment."

Sworu to before me this 15th dav ot May, '«93. GKORGK HARRISON, jVbt. Kabila.

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A AND ITS *"CUIUS To the Editor:—I have an absolute remedy for Consumption. By its timely use thousands of hopeless cases have been already permanently cured. So proof-positive am I of its power that I consider it my duty to send two bottles free to those of your readers who have Consumption.Throat, Bronchial or Lung Trouble, if they will write me their express and postoffice address. Sincerely, T. A. SLOCUM, M. C., 183 Pearl St., New York,

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I.4*ERTAKER'S SONG.

The Consumptive Man Failed to Appreciate tlie Old Melody.

On Ntrtli Claik street there is an undcrtnl:'. \vN h* fr.ee and bearing tire peculiarly adapted (o his business—tall, thin, a coimtenuuce i.abitually thoughtful, hr.c,-t n,ekuK'lin, ami in addition

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iu giving linn air of a mail who is burdened wiiii his own cr other people's sorrows, but behind tlie mournful exterior thrro lies a quiet hmnor, a little grewsomc pi rbaps, but humor nevertheless.

This undertaker boards at a hotel just across tho streof, r.n.l uot long since as he walked into tlie office one evening about dinner time lie observed leaning against, t! ond of iiedesk a oadaverous looking man v. hum his experienced eyes informed him wua rapidly approaching the last stii&Co of consumption. As he passed the c'.esk lie remarked in an undertone to the clerk, "I'll get that fellow pretty noon."

Having finished his dinner, he returned to tho office, and seating himself in one of the chairs where he could watch the door of his establishment he fell into a dreamy mood. Perhaps it was memories of younger days made him sentimental. At all events he began humming some old ballads. The tune of tbe old song, "I'm Waiting, My Darling, For Thee," came to his mind. He hummed it over again and again, trying to recall the words. A man seated in front of him seemed to be growing restless.

Suddenly the words came to him, and in a louder tone he sang the first measure, "I'm waiting, my darling, for thee." That was as far as he got. The man in front turned round—it was the consumptive—his bright eyes flashing as in husky but angry tones he said, "I can take a joke as well as any man, but when an undertaker sits behind me and sings 'I'm Waiting, My Darling, For Thee,' it's altogether too muoh." The undertaker arose slowly, and his face resumed its mournful expression as he walked out of the door and toward his place of business.—Chicago Times-Her-ald.

MFL. CARTROLLTS"G'REAT IDEA/

It Pate a Man at His Beat When He la Held Up by a Robber.

Taylor Carroll ih engaged iu devising a formidable system of defense for lone pedestrians when they wander in dangerous places where police protection is ineffective andIhe risk of being "hold up" is ever present. His plan is to convert the erect human body into a miniature revolving turret, armed at four points and capable of dealing death in front, rear or flank simultaneously or of sending four successive discharges in the same direction.

Mr. Carroll's design is still in its rudimentary stage, with numberless minor details to be elaborated, but

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idea iH well developed. He says he has not yet prepared diagrams or experimental apparatus, but has merely outlined it mentally. "I would have a small storage battery worn in a belt," he said, "with small copper wires running from it up through the sleeves and connected with each hand on the great or middle finger with a copper ring the thumb can reach in the palm of the hand. When the thumb touched the ring, an electrical current would discharge four batteries loaded with ball behind and in front. This discharge could take place when the hands were being held under the threat of an armed rohber. "Tho ring should be placed beyond the reach of the thumb' except in cases of emergency, so the thumb will never discharge the battery accidentally."

Mr. Carroll is not a practical electrician or mechanic, being an actor by profession. He has not figured up the weight of the storage battery to be carried on the belt, nor is ho adverse to considering tho advisability of substituting a dry primary cell.

In his zeal for the application of scientific methods to the protection of the citizen the inventor has apparently left out of sight everything but the tactical advantago of the lonely pedestrian attacked in front by the bold marauder or clasped from behind by the lurking gnrroter. Thus he has not yet figured out how a 6lim young man is to avoid assuming Falstaffian dimensions when he braces storage batteries and arsenals around his waist.

Nor does he forecast the possibly tragical consoqnences that might some day result from the clasp of a loving hand upon the thumb and palm that carried the potential copper appurtenances he describes, making inadvertent electrical contact and producing catastrophe when only endearment was intended.— Chicago Tribune.

GENERAL GRANT'S FUNERAL.

The Procession In New York Was Eight Miles In Length.

The procession, eight miles long, wended up Broadway between lines of old soldiers—flags veiled, drums muffled and arms reversed. The Grant family, except Mrs. Grant, who was unable to be present, followed in four carriages, succeeded by the general's old staff, his cabinet officers and detachments from Grand Army posts. Members of the Aztec club, survivors of the Mexican war, formed a group. President Cleveland rode with Secretary Bayard, and they were followed by the vice president and the cabinet, the supreme court justices, United States senators and a committee of the house. Governor Hill and his suit and a committee of the state legislature were of the cortege also gentlemen who had occupied diplomatic and consular offices under Grant while president. Besides all these were official guests filling 150 carriages.

Over the ashes of the man who had said "Let us have peace" all bitter memories were forgotten. Speaker Carlisle and ex-Speaker Randall rode with Congressmen Hiscock and Reed, Senator Morrill with Senator Cockrell, Sherman with Ransom, Ingalls with Harris. Famous Confederates, distinguishable by their gray silk sashes, fraternized with Federal chieftains. Generals Joe Johnston and Buckuer officiated with Sherman, Sheridan and Logan among the pallbearers. Three other gallant southerners, Wade Hampton, Fitzhugli Lee and Gordon, were also present at the funeral.—President E. Benjamin Andrews in Scribner's.

Moving In the Bowery.

There was a moving in the Bowery a few days ago, and it was watched with interest by a score or so of passersby. A stout Italian bootblack was transferring his stand to some other part of the town. Just before the moving began the proprietor and his weazened little wife stood beside the stand. The little wife then put a dirty little pillow on her head and stooped a trifle. The husband thereupon picked up the stand with difficulty and balanced it on the little woman's head. Then bo took the two chairs and placed them on tbe stand in such fashion as to secure them from falling.

The little wife, having straightened up under her burden and made sure of its equilibrium, started down the Bowery, and the stout husband followed at case, puffing a cigarette, while the spectators looked on amazed to discover the usefulness of a wife as a beast of burden.—New York Sun.

Great Wear of*Railroad Iron.

Taking tho total length of the railways of the world at even 60,000 miles and allowing a daily average of 10 trains over each road, it is estimated that the total loss of iron by wear and tear each :liiy of (lie year is not less than 000 tons, i.o ircn thus lost goes back to tlie earth i! cf line powder, which is iriinsfcrmcd into soluble iron --St. Louis Republic.

Gee'rc llliot's i".:ait, represents her fc'av a remarkably uu:"Tpossessing face,

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Ifisvy uom3 :...vl chin and

thick, badly hi taped l".s. ho would be pronounced positively ugiy.

,4 Jin 1880 the amount of capital invested in cotton factories was £-08,000,000 ten years later ithad risen to $864,000,000.

HE LOVES THE BIRDS.

FRANCOIS COPPEE AND HIS FRIENDS l\ THE JAROIN DU LUXEMBOURG.

It Is a Tonnhlng Sight to Watch the Poet Feed Ilis Fetn In a Public Garden—A Men V.'lio Is Loved by All and Is "bear 5! aster" tho Students.

Francois Uoppee, the author of "For the King," has a great many friends in Paris, but nono of them is more devoted than tho little birds that livein the Jardin du Luxembourg. They know him as soon as they see him come in at one of the wide gates, hi6 shoulders drooping, his head hanging forward, his face pale from ill health. They know in just which one of his pockets he carries the big piece of bread which he is going to divide into crumbs for their benefit, and they probably say in their own special language: "Ah, here is Friend Coppee, bless him!"

They aro not the only ones that know what Coppee has in liis pocket. All the Latin quarter people who come and go through that corner of the Luxembourg garden which faces the Odeun know that the gentle author rarely misses a day in his dovotion to the birds. And when he appears with a peculiar swollen appearance about one of his pockets they draw quietly off to a respectful distance to watch.

As soon as tho circle of spectators— workmen in blue blouses, students in corduroy and slouch hats, nursemaids with barelegged children—as soon as these elements, which might possibly be disturbing, have taken themselves far enough out of the way, tho birds close in around tho poet until sometimes a hundred of them will bo fluttering about his head or hopping about his feot. Then he takes out his piece of bread, and crumbling off one corner tosses a morsel up in tlie air. Instantly there is a flutter of wings, and two or three of the birds dart upward, and the most fortunate one catches the crumb in its flight and settles down again to his place in tbe flock.

One crumb after another is thrown out in this direction and that, and occasionally a few are scattered on the ground, so that the less adventurous and weaker spirits may have their share. Finally a good fat crumb is pinched off, but not thrown. It is held invitingly between the thumb and finger, while the poet looks at his birds as much as to say: "Come, come. You know your friend Coppee. Give me.a proof of your affection, as I am giving you a proof of mine.''

There is a great flutter then among the birds, a great cocking of pretty heads, much sharp glancing of bright eyos. Finally one particularly brave little creature makes a wide curve toward the imprisoned crumb, but his courage deserts him on the way, and he circles back to his place without the prize. Coppee rubs the crumb a little, so that a tiny morsel of it falls to the ground, where it is quickly picked up. It is as if he said to his small flock:

See, my little friends, it is a good crumb. Where is your confidence? Have I ever betrayed you?"

As if ashamed of having hesitated so long, a bird makes a dart toward the outstretched hand, poises with fluttering wings above it, picks daintily at the crumb and then bears it away triumphantly in its bill. After that it all goes merry as a marriage bell. Two or three birds will be eating from his hand at the same time. They light on his shoulder, on his arm, on his hat.

The spectators meanwhile are full of breathless interest. A child whose loud cry of delight startled the birds into sudden flight is unceremoniously jerked back by his nurse with an emphatic "Tais-toi." The students talk i:i an undertone about the dear master, as they call Coppee.

Last winter, when there was an unusual amount of snow in Paris, Coppee was particularly attentive to the wants of his birds, which in their turn were more than ever appreciative of his good offices, for the snow made pretty poor picking for them. And on cold days it was no uncommon sight to see the students rush up to the poet after he had finished his dole and turn up his coat collar or tighten his muffler or button his overcoat.

Dear master,'' they would say affectionately, "you must be more careful of yourself. You know you are not strong, and it is cold, and we need you as much as the birds do.''

To the birds and the students he is always "the dear master." It was Coppee who wrote and read the poom for the unveiling of the bust of Henri Murger in that same Jardiu du Luxembourg. Murger's name is idolized by the whole Latin quarter, and it is doubtful if the students would havo permitted any one of whom they did not approve to take part in the ceremonies at tho unveiling of his monument.

Coppee is not married, although, in French fashion, he has a friend to whom he makes mysterious references in his writings as one who is dear to him and in whose heart he knows he will leave inconsolable regret when lie dies. However that may be, ho will be sure of plenty of sincere mourners—the students of the Latin quarter and the birds of the Jardin du Luxembourg.—New York Sun.

Windproof.

A farmer in the Kansas cyclone district was building a stone wall. He was putting it there to stay, building it 5 feet across the base and 4 feet high. A stranger came riding by, and seeing the care the farmer

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taking said to him,

"You seem to be mighty careful about that wall." "Yep," replied thefarmer, "I'm er building her to stay." 'Tain't no use," replied the stranger, Vit'll blow over just the same." "Waal, let her blow over, she'll be afoot higher if she does," replied the farmer, oontin* ning his work.—San Francisco Argo» naut

ECCLESIASTICAL ROME.

An Always Present Power That Given the City Its Importance.

"Ecclesiastic" Romo is the stronghold of a most tremendous fact from whatever point of view Christianity may be considered. If one could in imagination detach tho head of the Catholic church from the church, one would be obliged to admit that no single living man possesses the farreaching and lasting power which in each succeeding papal reign belongs to the pope. Behind the pope stands the fact which confers, maintains and extends that power from century to century—a power which is one of the hugest elements of the world's moral activity, both in its own direct action and in the counteraction and antagonism which it calls forth continually!

It is the all pervading presence of this greatest fact, literally, in Christendom which has carried on Rome's importance from the days of the Ciesars across the chasm of the dark ages to the days of modern popes, and it is this really enormous importance which continually throws forward into cruel relief the puerilities and inanities of the daily outward world. It is the consciousness of that importance which makes old Roman society what it is, with its virtues, its vices, its prejudices and its strange, old fashioned, close fisted kindliness, which makes the contrast between the saturnalia of Shrove Tuesday night and the cross signed with ashes upon the forehead of Ash Wednesday morning, between tho careless laughter of tho Roman beauty in carnival and the tragic earnestness of tho same lovely face when tho great lady kneels in Lent before tlw confessional to receive upon .her bent head the light touch Of the penitentiary's wand, taking her turn'perhaps with a score of women of tho people. It is the knowledge of an always present power, active throughout the whole world, which throws deep, straight shadows, as it were, through tlie Roman character, just as in certain ancient families there is a secret that makes grave the lives of those who know it.—Marion Crawford in Century.

HER BARN STORMING TOUR.

Mary Anderson tie Navarro Recounts an Incident of Her Early Stage Career.

Mary Anderson de Navarro looks back with evident enjoyment upon what she calls the "barnstorming" period of her stage career, which, however, in her case was short, beneficial and pecuniarily profitable. Of her experiences in Owensboro, a small Kentucky town, where she and her littlo baud of actors played for a week, Mrs. de Navarro writes in The Ladies' Home Journal: "I was a tall, slender Juliet and my Romeo proved to be a plump, pleasant little woman, probably the mother of several would be Romeos and Juliets. Tho moon sho (Romeo).swore by we found to be the headlight of a railway engine hired for the occasion. This was held by a small negro boy perched upon a ladder, who was so amused by the play that he laughed until he shook over the most tragic scenes. His mirth, as may be imagined, was not conducive to the moon's steadiness. At one time she was shining in an upper box, at another on the head of a bald musician, often blinding the unfortunates in the front stalls, here, there, everywhere save on the face of her ('Verona's lovely flower') she had been especially hired to illuminate. Th" conductor of the orchestra was a carpenter by trade, and sawed away as lustily during tho day at the boards ho was converting into profile statues of 'Evadr.p's' noblo ancestors as he sawed upon his violin at night.

Queer r-p-. the Fern.

Tho v:. :i t:» heed only on St. .I..':,:/.-: and thus to possess those singr.L-.r properties for which it had become almost sacred. The gathering of tho seed was believed to be attended with considerable danger. Povet, in his "Pauiieuionium,published in 1684, says: '"Much discourse hath been about gaiLerii of fern sued (which is lookod upon as a magical herb) on the night cf uiids :i:i:i:er's eve, and I remember I was told of ono who went to gather it, and tho spirits whisked by his ears like bullets and sometimes struck his hat and other parts of his body. In fine, though he apprehended ho had gotten a quantity of it and secured it in papers and b. beside, when he got homo he found till empty. But most probable this appoint"ng of time and 'nrs is of the devil's own institution, as well as iho fact that having once ensiisiwl people «e an obedience to h:s rules lie may "v.mi more facility oblige their. vassalage."—Boston Herald.

Met t*:o E'.r

The following tho Criteriou t!: in fjOt«« i!t /. a er evening. At the ""d of one t,i scenes Mr. Wynduaui !sa fellow m.\into go down s:a..s .:.i i.c i'.l i..li ,v. him in three n..^:.t..,.

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out his watch, t!.o .1.descend. On this cjcMsion, j- \r:\ it failed to do so, ui:d Uio i.:qu :cu D'ur.^ reclined on tho sofa, patier''y \vi:i::-^. An almost painful pause occurrcd. The curtain jerked, but would not fulfill its mission, and Mr. Wyudhani, realizing the situation, again pulled out his watch, and said, "Ah, two minutes have passed." There was another pause, after which he arose and announced that "the time was up and he must go." As he left the stage the curtain at last descended, and Mr. Wyndham'B ready wit was much applauded. —London Globe.

The Secret Waa Safe.

"Why did you talk in French to Ethel last night?" "Because I had something to impart to her that I wished no one else to know." "But there was a French lady sitting slose behind you." "Yes, but I have discovered that she lid not understand a word we said."— Boston Transcript.

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