Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 97, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 April 1910 — Page 3

The Quest of Betty Lancey

Ospyiiglit, 1909, byW. e. Chapman. Copyright la Gnat

CHAPTER XXVI (Continued). “So they went to India and took up their residence In the hills. One daughter was born to them, named Narcisse. Capt. De L’Enclos died the following year. When . Cerlsse was only eighteen she was married to Harold Harcourt, whom she had met -while on a visit to Calcutta. He-was a -personable fellow, of gpod family and my aunt thought her only child was making a good match. The resemblance between these four women —my Aunt Marie, and her daughter Narclsse, whom you know as Mrs. Harold Harcourt, and my mother and her daughter, Cerisse Wayne, my sister, was appalling. They all had the same coloring, the same features almost to the fraction of an inch, and the same remarkably exquisite coloring. Yet I am sure that not until to-day has Mrs. Harcourt known that Cerisse Wayne and she were full-blooded cousins, as Aunt Marie brought her daughter up in ignorance of the relatives in Africa. Aunt Marie's idea in this was to protect my mother from my father’s wrath, as he had forbidden mother to tell us of our aunt, and Indeed we were so young when Aunt Marie departed that we soon forgot her. Mother and Aunt Marie never had any communication after Anut Marie left for India. My mother died when I was about nine, and Cerisse not quite eight years old. Cerisse had always been father’s favorite and after my mother’s death home would have been unbearable to me except for Tyoga. We had excellent tutors in the house, and later father sent Benoni and me to Europe to study. I took a doctor’s degree in Heidelberg at a remarkably early age, thanks. to the previous Instruction I had received from my father, who was an exceptionally brilliant man. Benoni studied with me, for while father had subordinated Tyoga and her child, my -mother had dealt fairly with them in the matter of wealth. “I was at Heldelburg when Aunt Marie came to visit me. It was the year that Narcisse was married, and three years after Cerisse, a madcap girl of seventeen, had been sent home In disgrace from a French convent after a flirtation with Hackleye, who had followed her to Afriea and married her there. "Aunt Marie had gone to Africa In search of her sister. With her daughter my aunt felt Bhe could safely seek out her twin lister after the lapse of all these years. She was grief-strick-en over the news of her sister’s death, and unwittingly iet fall before my father that in the Tiougaley region were some extremely-valuable diamond fields, the secret of whose location had been made known to her husband, Capt De L'Enclos, by an Arabian servitor of his. Aunt Marle*ji fortune had felt the touch of years, and she had made a joint reason for her African Journey an attempt to locate and work these mines. Father, his avarice all stirred again, Btrove to force her to tell him where they were. Aunt Marie knew him of old and refused. Learning I was at Heidelberg, she proceeded there, and stopped with Benoni and me for over a year, giving me the only happiness I had known since my mother’s death. She spoke freely to me of my young cousin Narcisse Harcourt in India, asked me to befriend her if ever she needed it, and showed me her miniature, so like that of my sister Cerisse that I could but gasp. “I went home that summer and left Aunt Marie in Paris planning to return to India in the early fall. Later the news came that she had perished In a horrible conflagration at a charity bazaar. This was a severe blow to me, for I had loved my aunt, and my heart went out to my unknown cousin. r “Cerisse had the heart of a fiend. Hackleye had taught her that she was the most beautiful human existent. A whim of hers was to fancy herself the reincarnation of Venus herself. Cerisse did not take kindly to the.newß of her equally exquisite cousin across aeas, especially since her children, of whom by now she had two, were, with all due respect to their father, whom they resembled, not particularly comely. To satisfy herself Cerisse made a flying trip to India in disguise, and there began the tragic end.

“Father at this time became cognizant that I knew how to reach ;lie Tlougaley mines. Aunt Marie had besought me with her farewell breath to keep this Intelligence from him. I kept my faith with her. And as a penalty for that faith my father subjected me to the most cruel tortures that tort? fields might have devised. He began In the castle and ended with them In the jungle. And when I was nearly dead from pain and distortion, he realized that I was dying and the secret with me. Then he put forth all his uncanny and exceptional surgical skill, and dragged me back to life—but such a life —such a living death—for no being so deformed and taunted out of human shape as I ever before walked the earth. “Cerlsse went to India. She saw Narclsse and hated her on sight. Narclsse had a child, too, by then, and her one baby was as lovely as CerisSe’s two had been plain. What Is more, Cerlsse became violently infatuated with Harcourt, Narcisse's husband. She made herself known to him one «lav as He walked beneath the trees In the garden, while Narclsse sat in the house and rocked her baby to sleep. After the first start Harcourt became interI know not what wiles Cerlsse used, but this Cerlsse soon had Har-

By MAGDA F. WEST

court bound hand and foot. Narcisse was ousted from her husband’s heart. Cerisse had forgotten 'her home and children. Both Cerisse and Harcourt stopped at actual-murder. They began to play a royal game. The resemblance between Cerisse and Narcisse made this easy. They kept Narcisse under the influence of the loco blossoms—drugged her poor mind almost to imbecility. When Narcisse lay stupefied from the dearly powders Cerisse paraded before the world as Mrs. Harcourt. Cerisse was always jealous of their child, the little Harold, Jr. “°“ e da y Harold, Jr., fell by accident into the lily pond. The poor drugged mother was watching him at the time and sat by the window too stupefied to move or rescue him. Harcourt tried, but he was too far away a L a^ d Stant corner of the garden. Harold dead, he decided it would be best to leave India. Hackleye and father were growing suspicious of Cerisse's long absences, and Mrs. Harcourt’s friends in India were becoming undulv exercised over the changes that apparently had come over her, for of course this strange exchange of personalities tG none ’ So Harcourt gave out thaf he was to travel for his wife’s health. In my pitiable shape I could do little to protect my cousin, but I tried to travel closely enough in their wake to prevent their eiter killing her. For my affliction Cerisse felt no pity. She loathed the sight of me, and her evident hatred soon drove me to ally myself in spirit with my sadly injured brother-in-law and cousin. Harcourt and Cerisse had planned to spend the summer here. She was to go to live in lodgings till she could find a home in which to remove with his-wlfe, and then Cerisse would join them, and the same old farce was to have been renewed. To that end Harcourt leased the Flanders house ’’ A distinct “Ah!” ran through the court room and Harcourt simultaneously uttered a denial. “To that end,” continued Le Malheureux, “Harcourt leased the Flanders house. For some whim or other he took it under the name of Hamley Hackleye. I think Harcourt had intended to make an end of Narcisse there, for he knew that Hackleye was. close on the trail. Then Cerisse was to have stepped into her cousin’s shoes and Hackleye would have believed that it was his wife who had died. Cerisse took rooms at the Desterle's and almost Immediately a secret doorway was cut through. I tracked Harcourt to the house at 94 Brlarsweet place the night of the murder. I waited till I had a chance and secreted myself In the house. I saw him remove the plaque and climb into my sister’s room. I followed, hiding in the closet. “Cerisse and he quarreled nearly all evening. Cerisse in one of her petulant moods was provoking-film beyond endurance. She was becoming wearied with him. The letter that was found on the floor urging her to live up to the demands of womanhood and to return to ‘H’ had been recently received by her from Harcourt, and she made it the pivot on which to turn many a Joke and Jest. Finally she told him she was tired of him, and thought she would go back to her husband. They squabbled and wrangled till finally Cerisse made ready for bed. Harcourt started to go home, but at length, fully dressed, threw himself down on the bed and began to smoke, at the same time chiding Cerisse for using so many cigarettes. Then she asked him for money, claiming that her losses at the races had, as she termed it, ‘laid her flat. He said he had no money" and then she turned on him with reproaches of an over-fondness for roulette. They bickered about money till nearly daylight and till Harcourt would not talk any more. Cerisse dropped off into a doze, but Harcourt lay there smoking in moody silence. Cerisse roused and asked him to get her a drink of water. He refused at first but she kept at him. Finally he got up, went over to the stand, fumbled there for a moment and came back, handing her the glass half filled with water, and said. ‘Never ask me for a drink again.’

“Cerlsse lay back on her pillows, and apparently fell infcy slumber again. Harcourt resumed hla place by her side, i was about to go. wishing to make my way back home before the dawn broke, when suddenly Harcourt turned over on his elbow and moaned like a whipped lioness. "What have I done, what have I done?' he cried over and over again. “My temper, my temper! My awful Jealousy! Cerlsse, I have killed you. killed you!" « “He kissed her again. and again, and wept and dug his nails Into his flesh. The sunlight came In at the window and the breakfast gong clanged In the hall. Reality came back to him. He cautiously slid from the bed and made hla way back Into the house. He knew that safety lay in flight. “Handicapped by deformity. I knew I could do nothing, but I relied on Hackleye. Together I thought we might take the body away with us through that trap door. I went over to the bed and assured myself that Cerisse was quite dead. I smelled of the glass and from the lack of odor and the condition of Cerisse’B body guessed that Harcourt had depended upon his old friend, the loco plant, to end her life. Perhaps he had given her the dose meant originally for Narclsse. “Then I went in search for Hack-

leys, it took me longer to him than I thought, for It was very late, nearly noon; when we returned to the room. I had not told him she was dead. He was fearfully shocked. We had just entered and.were figuring how we could get the body away, when we heard the trap door fastened behind us. Evidently Harcourt hid come in and noticed it open and, fearing he had forgotten to close It in his wild flight of the morning, made haste to remedy the oversight. There we were, Hackleye and I, locked in the room with the dead body of his wife and my sister. Five minutes later Mrs. Desterle burst in the door. There was time to get out, as Hackleye has said, while they carried Mrs. Desterle to her room. “I was in the hotel perched on the fire-escape above the room occupied by Miss Lancey, now Mrs. Morris, that same night. I was keeping guard over Mrs. Harcourt. I did not know but that an after rage Harcourt might not destroy her, too. I did not know what the papers were, but feared they might react on my cousin’s safety. I followed Mrs. Morris to Mrs. Harcourt’s v room and ran Into her as she was rounding the corner on her return. She struggled to free herself, but I held her fast. I wanted to discover what she had done, and to see if she had the stolen papers hidden about her, and if so, what they were. In the contest her waist was torn off and her nose began to bleed. Then she fainted from fright. I carried her from the hotel to Hackleye’s rooms, Intending to take her to her home in the morning. She grew steadily worse and by morning was having convulsions. I hold high European degrees as a physician, and as I knew the cause of her malady felt the only just way to the girl would be to treat her myself. Together with Tyoga and Hackleye I got her to San Francisco and took her to Africa with me. I had to do it. There was no other way. My only safely lay in flight Her only chance of recovery lay in the medication I could give her, for I alone knew the cause of her complete mental prostration. The later Complications of her journey I had not foreseen, but she is here now, safe and well, and, may I not say it? all the happier for her trip.” Harcourt had risen and staggered from his feet toward Francis Wayne. Harcourt walked lfi-g a drunken man, and quicker than anyone could divine his purpose he had unveiled ing figure of Le Malheureux. Shrieks rose from ali sides of the court- room. Before them stood —The Man-Aperilla! High and clear rang Narcisse Harcourt’s voice: “My poor cousin! My poor, poor cousin!” CHAPTER XXVII. They hanged Harcourt within themonth. And the British government did not Interfere. It was glad to shift the riddance of such a human pest on Uncle Sam. Hackleye went back to England to be with his children, and patfeh out the rest of his life as best he could. Narcisse Harcourt and Phil'tp Hartley married. The papers Francis Wayne produced bore out his story, which was further attested by the old French Cure, and by Benoni. They also told of the frightful treatment Francis Wayne had suffered at the hands of his unnatural father, and how his repulsive shape was in reality a perverted triumph of science. For old John Wayne out there in the African jungle had forestalled alk continental research In the graft of body on body. When through his tortures his son lay before him scarcely more than a heart and a brain, John Wayne had grafted to him bodily the hugest gorilla the jungle furnished. The human brain and heart and soul still beat in kinship, and the\beast’s body thrived and made for the mortal soul within it a torture. After the trial Le Malheureux, disdaining the pleadings of a hundred scientists, went back to Africa with Meta and Benoni. There he has sunk hla.. identity In a wonderful laboratory for electrical research, from which annually issue bulletins that delight and astonish the scientific world. Before Le Malheureux sailed he said, in selfjustlflcation: “Only once have I let the inclinations of the beast that Is part of me overtop me—only once permitted its physical characteristics to conquer my immortal soul. That was the time when, penned in the death-chamber of my sister, with the trap-door locked behind me. and open escape, such as Hackleye took, barred from me because of my unmerited affliction, and when I knew no one would believe my story, that I might keep free for my cousin’s sake, hunted and sore, I Jlbbered and fought and played the beast I look.” (The End.)

Bruce’s Mother.

The inspector was examining Standard I„ and all the class had been specially told beforehand by their master: “Don’t answer unless you are almost certain your answer is correct.” History was the subject. Isow, tell me,” said the Inspector, “who was the mothpr pf our great Scottish hero, Robert Bruce?” He pointed to the top boy. then round the class. There was no answer. Then at last the heart of the teacher of that class leaped with Joy. The boy who was standing at the very foot had held up his hand. "Well, my boy,” said the Inspector, encouragingly, “who was she?” “Please, sir, Mrs. Bruce.”—Philadelphia Inquirer.

A Bright Prospect.

“For five years,” said the comfnerdal traveler, "I had called upon a certain draper In Scotland~and never got an order. I mentioned It to the head of the Arm. *We aye deal wl’ b * Co.,’ he said. ’Their traivler ca’d for twenty yean before he took an order, an’ If ye’ll continue to call for twenty years I’ll no say but ye may get one”’—Manchester Guardian. Bowers—They say that the new dominie is not a very entertaining preacher. Powers—That’s right: He can even preach a dry sermon on the flood.

FOR WOMAN’S HOSPITAL IN 1985.

Remarkable Will of Aged Phllsathr op tat Contains AU Details. The beautiful mansion on Main street, between tha Old South and Piedmont Congregational churches, for half a century the home of the famous inventor and philanthropist, Thomas H. Dodge, is to be a part of the “Eliza D. and Cora J. D. Dodge hospital" in 1986. This is made obligatory, the Worcester correspondent of the Boston Herald says, under the will of the aged philanthropist, made when he was .84 years old, and which has Just been filed for probate. Mr. Dbdge, who died at the age of 86, had always taken a great interest In movements for the betterment of the social conditions of women. His idea for many years was to found a woman’s hospital to perpetuate his name. He had plans made and his will even goes to the length of directing the kind of building material to be used, the, dimensions of the various air spaces in the building, the ornamentation, the style of the building and its exact location, his mansion house to be a part of the general scheme. A trust fund for the maintenance of the hospital, which is to be for women and children and not for contagious or incurable diseases, amounting to about 160,000, is to be set aside, to be placed on interest, and it is figured that at the expiration it will amount to 11,600,000, invested at 4 per cent, which would double itself every fifteen years. A provision of the will and the bequest is that there shall stand in the corridor of the new building, to be seen plainly .from the entrance, three life-sized standing Jtiortraits pf himself, flanked on either side by pictures of his two wives, Eliza Daniels and Cora Dodge, the maiden names of the inventor's wives. The will specifies the exact style of frame in which the paintings are to be placed, even to the style of gilt to be used, the width and depth. In this remarkable will Mr. Dodge went into the most minute detail, even to providing for the extension of the plank walk on the north side of the present mansion house and the rail of the steps leading to the back door of the mansion being extended to the entrance to the proposed hospital.Mrs. Cora Dodge, the widow of the philanthropist, is pleased with the will. She entirely approves of the hospital idea, although the will was not made subject to her approval, and regrets that she will not see the carrying out of the plan of her husband. She will remain in the mansion, living with her -sister, who Is a teacher In the classical high school, and has confided to friends that she will never marry again. She is but a little more than 40 years old, and her life work has been devoted to the Y. M. C. A. in connection with which work she met Mr. and' Mrs. Dodge nearly twenty-five years ago. During the latter years of Mr. Dodge’s life she acted as his confidential clerk.

CRYING FOR QUARTER.

When Pasteur’s treatment of hydrophobia by inoculation with a virus was first practiced at Paris, there was much suspicion and (pread in the minds of patients. In “The Captains and the Kings,” by Henry Haynie, who was then living in Paris, a chapter is devoted to Pasteur and his method of treatment. Four little boys had been taken over from New Jersey for treatment, and Mr. Haynie accompanied the doctor who had them In charge to the office of Pasteur. The last arrivals, apprehensive as to the results of their injuries, and not oversure of this method of treatment, expressed surprise at the calm confidence shown by those who had preceded them. It was easy to see that they were asking themselves the question, “How is it that they are able to take things so easily, and laugh and talk so merrily over It all?” Then they would brighten up with hope, and when their turn came they entered the private office with confidence, seated themselves on the operating stool, and stood the ordeal well.

When our turns come, Doctor Billings and myself took the boys in, one at a time, to where the illustrious Frenchman awaited them. He did not understand English, and so I whispered to Billings to notice closely this apparently unemotional being, and. he would find him possessed of a tenderness and sympathy far beyond that of ordinary women. One of the victims,' Eddy Ryan, was but a little more than three years old, and he showed fear at the first inoculation. Mrs.. Ryan, whp was of the party, took the boy in her arms and tried to reassure him, but ceuld not. Tears of sympathy gathered in the master’s eyes; and as he wiped them away he said to me, in French: “Tell her to stand over there where the little one can see us care first for the others—it wiH encourage the dear little fellow.” One of the other lads, Patsy Reynolds, also grew frightened, and rebellion was Imminent. I took him to one side, and put It to him that, as a young American, he ought not to be outdone in pluck by a French boy who had Just come out of Pasteur’s room looking perfectly happy. “Well, sor, will yer give me a quarter If I bate him??" “whispered Patsy, and when I shoved a silver piece info the hand of the young rascal, he went In without the slightest show of fear or suffering. A woman needn't expect tq take a man to church after she marries him, just because she succeeded in dragging him In for the wedding. A compliment that isn’t exaggerated seldom makes a hit

RODE IN POOR MAR’S AUTO.

Trip bjr Trailer from RrnpaM to Chlrauro Filled with Incident*. An adventurous traveler has' made the trip by trolley from Syracuse to\ Chicago, a distance of 1,070 miles by the route he took, in forty hours. If he is all right again after a week’s recuperation he will start on the second stage of hts journey to St. Louis, which will mean 1,630 miles in all, If he makes it as planned. This modern Flying Dutchman rides on the trolley, called by him “the poor man’s not with any visionary idea of saving time or money —for necessarily he must have plenty of both to carry out such an experiment—but because he prefers it to the plucratic private. motor car, the New York World says. His specific reason for this preference is that recently he trolleyed it from Manhattan to some country place up in Westchester County, while his friends started at the same time for the same destination by. automobile, and he got there first, having the langh on the joy riders, who were stranded three miles this side of Mamaroneck with a burst tire. Mr. Man’s notebook and records have not yet been sent to Copenhagen for verification, but they sum up approximately as follows: Paid fare 911 times, or at almost every crossing on the suburban lines. Asked for transfers 409 times. Got them nine times, but missed connections. Cash in hand (plugged quarters and pewter or Canadian dimes, which the conductors hand out in change, though refusing to take them), $4.95. Got a seat 11 times. Had to give it up 10 jtimes—and wished I had done so the eleventh, as a woman whose husband had plumped into the only place vacant when they entered stood and glared at me until three or four miles out of Skaneateles. “All out: take car ahead,” 50 times. Wrong side of crossing, car wouldn’t stop, 316 times. Car heated 29 times (this was on a mild, summerllke day, when the atmosphere Inside was suffocating). In favorable comparison with the automobile, the trolley never turned turtle, was not held up for speeding, did not kill pigs or maim agriculturists and emitted none of that disheartening blue smoke which physicians declare is developing a new and fashionable motor disease. On the other hand, the trolley traveler had his toe stepped on and his pockets picked, caught contagious Influenza and was jblted off the car platform in rounding a curve. Take It for all in all, honors are about even between the “poor man’s automobile” and the one affected by the wealthy and fashionable. One touch of travel makes the whole world kin —so may the two shake hands and call the result of the rivalry a draw.

SLAUGHTER OF ROBINS.

Thonaaada of the Bird* Killed Id Tennessee—lO Cents n Dosen. Robins are numerous at Lofton, ,Tenn., and are “selling readily on the local market at 10 cents a dozen," according to a Murfreesboro special to the Louisville Courier-Journal. It should be explained that the robins are not so numerous as they used to be, for the fact that they sell for 10 cents a dozen has Induced many men and boys to engage in the wholesale slaughter of the birds. Thousands of robins, the special says, gather In the cedars to roost and hunting parties go in the night and capture and kill them in large numbers. One party caught 2,600 birds In one night. One hunter caught 377 birds in one tree. It is estimated that 150,000 robins have been killed within the last three weeks. It is great sport —and the robins sell for 10 cents a dozen. That is the way in which wild hird life is being protected in some parts of this great country. The robin is a beautiful and harmless bird, the Courier-Journal says. He is an indefatigable destroyer of Insect pests. Any one who has ever watched him on a lawn can testify to his industry in searching out bugs and worms and his capacity for potting them where they can do no harm. If there ip a cherry tree handy he will visit it occasionally, but he much prefers to forage after living things. He is a cheerful, happy bird and rather likes to make himself handy around the premises, rearing a family the while In the boughs of the old apple tree. He Is not much of a singer so far as the quality of his music goes, but he is always willing to give you a sample of the best he can do in that line and the effect is not unpleasant to the human ear. In fact, the robin is an all-round good fellow and is always ready to be friendly and serviceable if given half a chance. It is to be regretted that our neighbors in Tennessee are not giving the robin even half a chance, but are murdering him in cold blood. There really seems to be no reason for it except that robins are worth 10 cents a dosen. That also would seem to be about the proper market quotation for men who engage in sVich slaughter, either for pleasure or profit.

Justification.

“Now, look here, my dear," said a husband, decidedly, “I am sure we don’t need that bearskin rug. How often have I told you not to go and buy things because they are cheap?” “But, my love,” replied his wife, “this wasn’t cheap—lt cost ?50.” — Philadelphia Inquirer. The father who sets bad examples should not be surprised if his sop gets busy and hatches them out. The greatest men are learn the most the fewest expo rlences.

AUTOS WRECK NERVES.

nrii«in n ri Rv»-U* Car. tm . or M iM< Mails »« H««lu Mr. “Running an automobile is the greatest strain In the. world on the human body. It is not half so great a strain to run an engine at 80 miles an hour over a track laid out for it as it is to pilot an automobile from 30 to 60 miles an hour over rough roads.” This rap at automobiling was taken by Dr. E. 8. Pettyjohn of Topeka, Kan., national medical examiner of the Knights and Ladies of Security, who spoke on the general work of a physician examining applicants for insurance at a meeting of the medical examiners of the order at the Hotel LaSalle in Chicago recently. “Some poet has said that man has made many inventions for shortening life and has succeeded admirably, ’’ said Dr. Pettyjohn, “and I think he was right. Nervous diseases are on the increase, due to the strenuous life Americans lead. There are more deaths from cancer than from tuberculosis In many localities. “I think man should live to be 125 years old. I base this on the theory that the expectation of life should be five times the age at which any animal reaches maturity. I think both man and woman mature at 25 years of age. The law says 21 years for the man and 18 years for the woman. This is not true. I have seen men at 20 years and boys at 30. I have seen women at 18 years and girls at 30. “Probably we cannot lay down any hard and fast rule in this regard. We should all live as long as we can, and it depends largely on ourselves how long we do live. Personal history should be taken into consideration 'very largely by the medical examiner. I think the doctor should base his report on an applicant for Insurance onethird on family history, one-third on personal history and one-third on the examination.”

“TOPISH HATS."

That the wearing of extreme, fashions in hats is not confined to the present era is made plain by reference to a chapter in “The Pilgrim Fathers,” where Winnifred Cockshott tells of the wife of the Rev. Francis Johnson of Amsterdam, who in 1594 was reproved for wearing “a topish hat." The poor lady seems to have been unfortunate in her choice of head-gear, for a "velvet hood” was also a cause of contention. George Johnson, the pastor’s brother, had tried to dissuade Frances from the marriage,, urging that Mrs. Boys was much noted for pride, and that it would give great offense to the brethren. • But it was in vain, and all George conld do was to obtain a promise from the widow that if she married ..Francis, ‘lihe would “do as became his estate.” Instead, she became more garish and proud In apparel than before. The church was deeply offended, but left it to George to deal with her. He wrote to Francis, protesting against her gold rings, her busks and her whalebones, which were so manifest that “many of ye saints were greeved;” and he begged that her “schowish” hat might, be exchanged for a sober taffeta or felt. She did reform a little. Her hat was not so “toplshly set,” and George was encouraged to hope for further reforms. Naturally Frances resented these criticisms of his bride; her clothes were all provided out of her own money, and Bradford says they were perfectly suitable to her rank. Before a church council George was called upon to answer for hla criticism; he had charged her with sin in the using of mask and the wearing of a “topish” hat, and was not inclined to withdraw his charges. The church, after deliberation, declared the hat to be “not topish in nature,” whereupon a long discussion ensued as to whether a hat “not topish in nature" could, under any circumstances, be considered “topish.” It was decided that this problem must be reduced to writing. One is not surprised to hear that poor Mrs. Johnson was overheard to say that she wished she were a widow again.

Pay of Professors.

At a dinner of the Alumni of Brown University the other day. President Faunce spoke of the work of the college professor, whose real business be declared to be “not to stuff the student’s mind with information, but to train the intellect to grapple with and analyze complex situations.” That this Important business Is ill paid he illustrated by telling of a question and its answqr. “If you won’t take offense,” said a rich man to a college professor, "what salary do you receive?” “Twelve hundred dollars,” was the reply. “Why,” replied the rich man, “that la fust what I pay my chauffeur, except that when I take him out of town I pay all his expenses.” Then Dr. Faunce asked his audience. afford to pay our chauffeurs as ranch as we pay the men who educate our sons?” It was a pertinent question, tellingly put Which should have the greater reward—the man who drives an automobile or the man who trains the Intellect for the tasks of life?

Bird Kills Doctor.

Dr. Buchler, of Berlin, having died following the bite of a parrot, the medical profession warns people that a bite or scratch from such a bird U often fatal, blood poisoning setting ltr quite frequently. c After burying the hatchet some men go out and dig up an ax. ’> *