Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 36, Number 248, 15 July 1911 — Page 2

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THERE Is every indication that tbe pneumonic plague now raging In China will prove to e the most dlsustrous In history. In the Black Death ot the middle ages, the worat pest hitherto recorded, eventy-flve million! perished. The death list In the present plague may , be over two hundred millions! Every effort Is being made to check the disease before tbe arrival of the ' flea season, when It may assume the trabonlo form. In which event fully one-half of China's four hundred mil Hons will succumb. The present plague is of the same type as that of the middle ages, that is to say. It Is of the pneumonic as distinguished from the bubonic form. It is communicated through the medium of the air. The germs are Inhaled. It is almost Impossible to scape Infection upon coming In contact with a person afflicted with the -disease unless the utmost precautions are taken. For this reason the doctors who have volunteered to fight the pest, run the gravest risks. Many of them . have already succumbed. A person once Infected cannot recover. Death follows within two or three days, or ot most six, after taking the disease. To protect themselves against Infection as far as possible, the doctors and sanitary officials, who are on duty In the plague-stricken district, breathe when on their gruesome tasks, through pads of lint soaked In carbollo acid, which kills the bacilli of the pest before they can enter

A MODEL

-uun 1 1 can 1 you to stay 10 - "m vupper, dui i m going out, Dick Carwardlna said td his chum. Ronald Foter. Th color rose In hi cheeka at tha But Foatar knaw it for a 11a, and Utri too. "Glad to hear It. old man. Anyway. I should have had to go, for the mater's axpactlna ma to-ntht. Welt, ta-ta, old man." For an Instant ha hesitated as ha twirled hi hat in his namis. Tnen a hnmla Then iT.,. ld Look here, old h went on, haltingly: chap, I suppose you -Jon't want the use of a tenner ror a hit i naa a. irM luca vwwvm. --- 1- 1 . w..lr anil Tha color rose again in Dick's thin ehek. . . "Look here. Ron. I thought we naa

had this out for gooa ana an. unaer- " " " 1 " ' "- " Stand whenever you offer to lend me Besides the clothes he stood up in, he money on tha strength of a "stroke of had radically nothing but his paintluck 1 always know you are lying, box and easel. You do enough for me by sticking by Last week he had sold a little gem mm an-i being the splendid pal you are, for ten shillings, and had spent most without my aponglntt on you, too. That of tho proceeds on purchasing a great I shall never do. .Besides, there's no canvas. For his soul was aflame anew

need. I've KOt plenty of money. .--.. .... I know. I Know, tion aid. hastily. "It was tactless of me. but ometlmea a tenner is devilish useful to me. and a Td got a spare one I ?r... ,iTht be useful to you. inouini " ........ - , ... once more. Good lucK. WU, ta-ta, once more. oo Aa h mad hi way down the lark, teep "talrcane which led from hU friend a attks to the entrance hall of the dreary lodging house in a by-atreet of Ken.lngT - . ImnPlf : Ton. Tim munwi-w - Confound hi- bea.tly pride! 1 don t believe he', had a meal worth calling a "Thl.0,wa.W.mctIy and Htar true, onfy the time wa. longer ck Crv n u'. 11 ..it fhnm. was tne waraine, iwniu fortunate, or unfortunate. P .ot fortunate, or unfortunate, posse saor or park from the unquenchable oi ' (nlua. Oenlui 1 always a doubtf whether it th direction ol music. pajnting. or any of tne rl' " ilmmon enee which seldom accom .0.. 1. . controlling Influence to make It of any use a a commercial asset. Wo" wa. left .tranded and Pnnne..tlh. aa of twenty-tour by the death of hla father, whotn he had nei wealthy man, but wftou' He been on the verge ot nrPchad Pnt all hla ' c, ll,t vell. leg in P, worK r" d the Old maatera t there, loving bis .,0y?.kn M renath. and working at .VLTh all the fire which inspired hla aouL It with " in nre wn Jon whn ,um. lCtT his dying father, and three oneoxo found he had not a penny BMn. W4 M mean, whatever of " ,ivlnr .ave by the art which hi had loved and cherished tor its own ake. not with the idea of earning his daily bread. But h atarted with a light heart and high hope that the work, w hlch he knew was good, would now bring him In bread and butter. Bit by bit he learned that genlua, without common sense to exploit ft. waa an unsaleable quality. He knew few people In London, and re--'istd xo apyi itT nvi? iw iv wo, V tried ti U h! wcrk at ahopi. bv.t m ttaUiiaJ. Tff .up .

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How Plague Docto,. h Chin. Proloct . i V " imt

mouth or nose. In addition to this, the doctors mask themselves from head to foot. A full working kit consists of the pad of lint, soaked in carbolic acid; a linen mask and goggles, which make it impossible for the bacilli to reach the face; gloves and a linen gown, which can be boiled and disinfected easily, and covers the wearer to the shoes. The dead are placed in coffins and cremated. This Is contrary to the tenets of the Chinese religion, but Dr. Wu Lien De, the Chinese doctor In charge, has impressed the authorities with the importance of this step, and the burning of the bodies has not been Interrupted. In a single day sixteen piles of one hundred coffins and two pits full of bodies and coffins were cremated. The situation in Harbin is pitiful In the extreme. On every street the poor wretches nffllcted with the dlsense may be seen waiting for the plague cart to pick them up. The man who becomes ill is turned out Into the street by his own people, who hope in that way to evade detection and arrest as "contacts." Things have come to such a pass that father now stands against son; brother against brother. The poor outcast In the street is shunned by passers-by till the plague cart, with nons. x-opuiar eunjeriB were sugssiea to him, but he indignantly refused to "lower hla art" by painting pot-boilers. -ine weeKs ana monms went ty, ana Pick's light heart became heavy and his high hopes fell away one by one. He had pawned everything of value ho possessed, and now was practically at hla lat stand. He was living In a bare garret, which the landlady termed the "top story," which had the double ad- ,.., aire, n f el,, nn1 HcrVlf te mnlra 1 1 r . ....., ......... .. Ha icy coldness and draughts, and ' .!,,.,... Here Dick slept and lived and ate and worked. One by one his pictures had gone some of them beautiful little pieces of worn sola ror a mere sunt iur uaro - - - - - ? with inspiration. In his mind was mirrored a picture which. If only he could paint it, must oring mm tame ana tortune. Then good-bye to sordid attics, to hungry days, to scornful shop-deal-era asking for "popular subjects." True, ills stomacn was empty, and there seemed no prospect of fining it. but with the now inspiration, new hopes, new ambitions niled his heart ln,te,d. True, his stomach was empty, and Vni- thrA ikv, a worked hard on little else but bread and milk, while the picture grew apace. It was to represent Life as personified by a lovely maiden in filmy draperies advancing on tiptoe, wmi peneci amis outstretched, through a flower-decked orchard ln eariy spring: Life bursting tnroU!rh tno brown tree-branches in exquiaite pink and white blossoms, and throu h thn Kround ln KOiu.n buttercups, white daisies, and lusclo ilA(.kCround of bnllii. blue skies, flecked here and there with tleecy clouds. And the picture mirrored ln his mind genlu. lightening the work, and giving it a grace, an airy transparency which .eeme.l to soeJt InJee.i of Llf mv.tic was uung on tne canvas before mm, mystic, mysterious, incomprehensible, But the face of tho maiden eluded him. He sketched it In and dashed It out again, as unworthy to represent his dream of Life. The more he labored at It, the less satisfied was he with the r,8ult. nls genius, w hich had led him thus far, failed him here. The background, the accessories were perfect. exquisite; but the central figure wa ora.nary, commonplace. 'It' a model I wan " TH miitaiB.1 to himself, as ln despair for the twentieth time he scraped out the face and head. "If only I could afford to pay for one to sit to me! But, alas! I can't I can't!" Ho staggered as he moved away, for he was faint and weak for want of food, and he sat down by his empty grate and '.eaned his throbblnc head on jija nanu. vomuiori sense, driven by want and hunger, "t last waa knocking jt.tha.towlU.iv. Mt-aUJit.iiUnt i: i. hla hand. Common sense, 3r!ven by . , . . . .

its masked driver, picks him up to convey him to the hospital, where every man dies, or. If he dies upon the way, as is often the case, direct to the funeral pyre. Some Idea of the situation In the plague-stricken area may be gathered from a letter just received from Dr. Charles Lewis, the physician in charge of the Taylor Memorial Hospital, at Paoting-Fu, China. "We are in the midst of a siege of plague," says Dr. Lewis. "This plague started in Harbin. Manchuria, late In November, or early in December, last year. The Chinse were very slow to take hold of it, and so It got a big start. Then other nations (Russia and Japan) said something must be done or they must interfere to stop Its ravages. China, fearing lest these nations should get a greater foothold than they now have, asked for volunteers in our Union Medical College in Peking. Four men came forward to help. The Chinese also used the medical staff and the students in their two medical colleges in Tientsin A professor from one or these colleges Dr. Mesny, a Frenchman, went up' took plague and died, as did also one of his students. The Chinese have been doing what they can to stop it in the original

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had nothing to live on to teei the human frame, on which, after all, his soul and genius depended? He must try to earn money In some w-av. or foon ne would starve. But how how? o kl up iceims ne must nave air, and, putting on hia hat, went out and walked on blindly. His walk took him down a familiar, quiet street with a few small shops and eating houses. As he passed one of these tha smell of freshly-cooked fare sent such a pang linuusn mm mat iie reit he must eat cr.mAtV.1 , . sometning or die. He thrust his hand Into his pocket; a sixpence and a few coppers was ail that It contained. Without waiting to wonder what he would do If he spent all that at one. he turned into the little eating house.

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, . . - j invii.iuj njia iaai nciu at miio uieaming mat nis tnougnis its beautiful Old carviner: and. thontrh tho RoH Ua.- v. v,, . .. . .... ,

,.- , . i...., uau nittuc up ms iiuwu uu, anu, 111 imagination, ne was the tariff was low-, strangers, especial- mind, and he would go through with it. transferring her perfect, piquant face ly Americans, who had heard of it. Miss Lucv was xmrnm. ty,a , ,isl 1 i,

orten came ln to feast their eyes as House, and had no difficulty ln securing well as their bodies at the same time, the engagement of her favorite to fill In the olden days, before funds had the old waiter's place; and entered with sunk so low, Dick had often dined and zest when she saw he was reaily in lunched at the Red House. earnest. Into an explanation of his duties The proprietor's daughter Lucy, a and work, which were to commence the buxom, dark-eyed woman, superintended following morning. in the sanded dinlng-hall, with its dozen And the work proved less Irksome or so tables, herself, she was used to than Dick had expected, for all the time chaff, and was on friendly terms with a he was carrying "hot steak and mashgood many of the habitues. She had ed" or "beef and veg.," he had ever bea.ways had a fancy for the tall, delicate fore his mind's eye the fulfillment of his young man. with the fine, sensitive face, dreams, the completion of his p4cture and the long, artistic hands. of "Life" which one day trhould bring On this occasion there were few cus- htm fame and fortune. But though he tomers, for it was late, and Lucy ferks got up early and worked all the early could give her undivided attention to the morning hours, the face of his maiden .fTViomer' . , eluded him, and it remained still a blank t r? eeRS slree we're seen vou here In the glowing picture. vi1ryWar,aine'"L8he 8ald' w"lth" a ,arKe" Then one da' r)ick knw that he had rieartea smile on her comely face. "What seen the one perfect embodiment of love nave you been doincr

serted us?" . " w "I've been busy." he answered. Then, rushing into the truth, he added: "Besides. I couldn't afford to come. I don't see why I shouldn't own to It. I'm going to spend the last sixpence I have in the world on my supper to-night." "Good heavens!" she exclaimed, in a shocked voice. "That can't be true!" "It is." replied Dick, eating the hot steak before him with the relish of a famished man. "I must earn something somehow, but I'm such a duffer I don't know how to work at anything useful. I suppose you don't know of a job going mat an unqualified man could do?" "I'm afraid not," she answered regretfully and with the friendliness of Bohe mia. "Now, If only you weren't a gentleman it would be twice as easy. I know of one or two Jobs going." "What are they?" Dick asked eagerly. "Forget I am a gentleman and tell me. I'd do anything to keep me going for Just a few weeks. It might only have to be for quite a short time before I could earn money at my own profession." Lucy laughed awkwardly. "You cou!n't do either cf these lohs. Mr. Carwardine. One la to go as 'handy" man to Mr. Jenkins next door, and the others to act as waiter here.' For a moment Dick received a shock, Then he pulled himself together. Why no:? Better men than he had done more mental work. A:id the last penny had t-i-s v. : "- ia that cup of coffee.

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focus and in other places whence It has spread, but up to the present very little progress has been made in checking the epidemic. The medical missionary force has taken a leading part in th -vork everywhere, "Look here. Miss Lucy," r.e said quickly. I'm quick at -learning, and I know I'm not clumsy with my hands. Take me on here as waiter for a. month. and I'll be deepiy grateful. But you couldn't do it. Mr. Carwar-

dine!" she cried, in deep distress. "It has been at Oxford!" wouldn't be fit!" Her eyes fell as she met the ardent. "Nonsense! If you'll be good enough yet respectful gaze of tha waiter bearto engage me, I shall be only too grate- lng their grilled kidneys. She was an ful to come. Tell me the hours and the American girl, with all an American wages." girl's romance. She had come with

' - ....... at ' ' v 1 ' ill ma morning, and stayed till ten. You know ine last man came at eleven in the xatner is old-fashioned, and he closes the place soon after nine. He had hi3 food, all his meals, five shillings a week wages, and al the tips he could get." men snuddered at the thought of the - - - - '- ' - .u.u.. 1 HV in liic wur u. nnu msi never again would its memory, its haunting recollection, leave him. At one luncheon hour, a mother and daughter strolled in, the former bringing with her an air of wealth and prosperity, and the latter an impression of luxury and ease and perfect beauty. She was tall and slender, with gently flowing curves, outlined by the well-cut gray tailored suit. with a dainty head, fresh with the coloring of the wild rose, and crowned with a coronet of gleaming golden hair. From the mother's accent it was easy to gather she was an American, and the faintest trace of the soft drawl lingered in her daughter's voice. Never had Dick waited so badly, for i. , . .uu.u scarcely taite n;s eyes on the face of the girl, which was also the face ot his dream. If only he had his canvas here! If only he could transfei that perfect face to it. his picture would be complete, his dream of life fulfilled! More than or.re the mother had irowned at some carelessness, but her uaanter wr.ispereJi to her: "Don't, mamma: Don't you see he is a gentleman?" "Gentleman? Nonsense; you are aiwa"S getting Wild nations irtfl vnur pretty head! A gentleman wouldn't be waiting in a little out-of-the-way eat-Ins-house!" He might have to if he wer very rcr, n4 the man s clothes is

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Passengers. and one physician has died In Mukden, Dr. Johnson of the Scotch Presbyterian Miseion.He seems to have taken every precaution, wore a respirator and covered himself well. He was a young man, very careful and poor, for they are so threadbare. But don't you sea how well they are cut. And don't you see his boots the surest test of all? And didn't you hear his voice when he answered you? I bet you twenty dollars to one. mamma, ha her father and mother to England. Jill iaiuci .1 . 1 l muuicl ILF 1 . 1 1 !. 1 a. 1 1 ia , filled with love and admiration for the Old Country, prepared to find everything old and fascinating, everybody of old family and charming. Already she had woven a little romance about the tall, aristocratic-looking waiter. had When at last they rose to go, and Dick realized the vision was passing from his view forever, he pressed forward as though to get the very last glimpse. Eleanor, coquette that she was, saw the movement, and, after an instant's hesitation, let fall, as though by accident, a rose she had been wearing. In an instant Dick had pounced on it, and, with his eyes fixed on the girl, raised it. when -her mother had passed on. to his lips, ere he thrust it into his breast pocket. That night he did not go to bed. He pat up waiting for the first gleams of light, when he could begin work on his picture; and. with the earliest rays, he was standing, eager, excited, palette in hand, before the brilliant canvas, with its one blank space. For hours he worked, forgetful of everything, till a church clock reminded him it was time to go to the Red House. Here he did his work as in a dream, long-.ng fervently for the next morning and leisure. By the end of the week the picture was done, and when at last Dick flung down his brushes, he gave a little cry of rapture that was almost pain. For he knew it was beautiful; he knew. If only it could be seen, it would count among the art treasures of the world. For the unknown.' the model unawares, had inspired his brush, had given to the f.ame of his genius the spark that it needed to send it soaring; and the figure of Life, the idealized portrait of the American s'ranger, was the very incarnation of love, beauty, youth and life. "Oh, to know he;, to meet her again, to speak to her!" he whispered to himself. "My lady of loveliness, my unknown Inspiration:" Daily he had looked for her at the Red House, wild:? hoping and longing that she might come again; but he hoped and longed in vain. The day following his completion of the picture, when he was feeling exhaueted and fagged i-i mind and body after the long time of strain and exaltalinn he Miuiviu! a lTfci- f-n-n ,! Invol pa! Rora'd Foer "I have been away for the las mo-th-werx off unexpectedly to Scotland. That's why I haven't been to see you. I got back, to London a week ago. but have

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A Remarkable Photograph of a Plague Victim, Deserted by Friends, Waiting for the Medical Cart.

conscientious, but bis work of disinfection and segregation took him into crowded places. "This epidemic is not the bubonic form of plague but the pneumonic. It has been found that the greatest danger is air-borne infection; respirators are very necessary, therefore, when one comes in contact with infected Individuals. Rats have been examined and no infection found in them. The government was very slow In stopping the trains, and the disease was carried Into . Chiua proper, and now it is present at many places in this province and in Shantung. Many workmen from these two provinces work in Manchuria, and when the plague broke out there they left for home. If the government had stopped the train service early. It could have prevented spread of the disease south of the government wall. "I do not know when we will ever be able to do medical work, that is to open our hospital here. Of course, been laid up with 'flue' ever since, or should have come round before. Xow. here's a pieoe of news for you. which may bring you luck. I met an American when I was ln the Highlands, a real brick, and he and I became great friends. He's awfully keen on Art with a capital 'A' and believes in encouraging the young idea how to . shoot. He's buying up quite a lot of stuff to take back home with him. and wants the real, genuine article, not a rubbishy thing that's got a good name signed on it. I gassed to him a good bit about you told him what a devil of a genius you were, and that sort of thing. To make a long story short, he wants to see your work. He would have come last week if I'd beeu well enough to bring him, but he's coming with me to-morrow morning at ten. So furbish up the old attic, stick out as many 'properties' as you can, and put any sketches or pictures you've got In the best light. Of course, he may not take a fancy to your tilings; but I think he will. Anyway, good luck, old man. and au revoir till to-morrow morning. l ours ever. "RON." Dick's heart throbbed with excitement and happiness. What a brick R-m was! No one else in the world would have bothered to push his friend's fortunes when he met a wealthy patron on a holiday. What luck that the great work was finished, so that he would have something worthy to show! But he knew in his heart he would not sell the "Life." He hoped and longed to get orders from it; he would exhibit it, tils lovely lady, some day. But he would not sell her for mere money; she meant far too much to him for that. The next morning he was up early, tidying his attic as well as he could, and putting the gleaming, brilliant "Life" ln the best light. He felt sick with excitement, for on the coming interview might hang all his future. Punctually at ten. Ron. beaming with pleasure and importance, arrived, accompanied by a tall, spare, typically American man, whom he introduced as Mr. lMttson. "I hear you are a budding genius. Mr. Carwar-ilne," he said, with a strong accent, smllling genially. I'm interested ln geniuses, and" . Then a look of incredulous amazement flashed into his eyes as they fell on the Ufe." Say there, Mr. Carwardine. where on earth have you met my daughter? And when did she sit to you? I never gave her leave, the young monxey?!" Dick turned from crimson to deadly white. "Your daughter, sir?" he faltered. "That that picture is almost an imaginary one. The lady who whose face 1 have tried to reproduce I only saw once." "Come, come, Mr. Carwardine," said the American, "we weren't born yesterday, we men of the States, you know! That's a perfect, complete, and most beautifully done portrait of my only daughter, Eleanor, in rather more flimsy clothing. It's true, than she generally wears. Where have you met and painted from herr On my honor. Elr." replied Dick, trembling with nervousness. "I only aaw that lady once:" Then, realizing that the truth would serve him best, for Mr.

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If we got plague into it. we would be In a bad way, for it is said that burning is the only safe way to disinfect a building. I am afraid North China Is in for a serious time for many years, and that our mission work will suffer much for this. It will be almost impossible to go to the country to work, as one. would be constantly running into plague, and if this virulent form persists It means sure death to any one who takes the disease; as I have said, no one recovers. One can hardly dars to Imagine the future of poor China for the next few months. The heat may stop the disease in a few months or so, or it may appear in bubonlo form, when the flea season comes, and kill half the population; no one can tell. . . I .wish America would show her, friendship for this needy land now, aud seud out fifty sanitary engineers to cope with this awful pest, and thus save millions of Uvea , that are worth saving. Can't you stir up President Taft or some bis man to do this?"

By E. Almaz Stout

1'lttson was bvtousiy undecided whether to be angry jur not at the liberty taken with his daughter's face; "The truth Is, I've been through a pretty bad time. I had no money even to buy paint and blushes for the work I love. I had that picture ln my mind, though I could not get the face and figure right even after I had begun it. I real lied I must get the money somehow to buy myself bare food and painting materl!g, so I took a waiter's place at a little Kensington eating-house. There, one day, I saw the most lovely fae I had ever seen. It haunted me. rilled my heart and mind, for It was the face of all my dreams of love and life. I painted It. as you see If. I had to paint it, but I never even spoke to the young lady. I only waltedLon her at lunch, and and her mother gave me a shilling for my trouble." ... n At the end of the story the American shot out his right hand, hia face clearln like magic. " "There, sir. I call that being a man' Out with u we think all the more not the less of a man for doing work, even though It's cleaning a stable. I call that grit, sir, and I'm proud to know you. and to be one of the first to make your genius known to the world. I'll buy that picture, sir. for any price you choose to ask. and I'll exhibit It; and before you can turn around you'll have more order than you know how to do, or my name Isn't Silas Plttson:" "You are too good, too generous, sir!" faltered Dick; while Ron'i beam extended from ear to ear at his friend's good fortune. "Only I didn't intend to sell that picture." "Nonsense, air; you've painted my daughter's portrait without my permission or hers, and I've a right to It and certainly he has. Come, you can't refuse me! And look here, you'd better come, you and your friend Mr. Foster, and dine with us to-night. Just myself and wife and daughter. Can you get out of your waiter's engagement in timer 'I think I could manage It. sir. Th people are kindly and considerate wha run the place." "Good! Waiting all very well, but it's not the Job for a man who can paint a picture like that. Eight o'clock sharp, then. My daughter'll be Interested to hear how she has been an artist's model ur.a wares." She was still more interested when she saw in her father's guest the goodlooking waiter for whose edification sh ' had dropped her rose, which he had carried in hia pocket ever since. A for Dick, he was in the seventh heaven at basking in the presence of his lady of loveliness. He gave up the portrait with Inflnlta reluctance and a sad heart. But th sadness only endured for a brief teaman tjr within six months he had woo thl original, to take to bis heart to wt as the greatest prize and flower of li life as long as he lived. For wfrMr. few weeks, as Mr. Plttson bad cre5,ir he had sprung straight to famef a .V" story of bow Kck CarwardinT thV ' lag. famous young artist, had' won l ' lovely American wife through wafci on her in a little Kensington eatlar-ho,f I to hundreds who knew them boti ! rides of the Atlanta.

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