Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 22, Number 99, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 August 1901 — Page 3

The Doctor’s Dilemma

CHAPTER XVHL—(Continued.) “Why, Martin,” she said, averting her face from me, “you know I should never consent to marry you, with the idea of your caring most for that girl. No, I could never do that. If I believed you would ever thinly of me as you used to do before you saw her, well, I would keep true to you. But is there any hope of that?” “Let us be fr«nk with one another,” I answered; “tell me, is there any one else •whom you would marry if I released you from this promise, which was only given, perhaps, to soothe my mother’s last hours?” “Yes,” answered Johanna, whilst Julia hid her face in her hands, “she would marry my brother.” ■ Captain Carey!l fairly gasped for breath. Such an idea had never once occurred to me, though I knew she had been spending most of her time with the Careys at the Vale. Captain Carey to marry! and to marry Julia! To go and live in our house! I was struck dumb, and fancied that I had heard vrrpngly. If Julia wished for revenge—and when is not revenge sweet to a jilted woman? —she had it now. - I was as crestfallen, as amazed, almost as miserable as she had been. Yet I had no one to blame as she had. How could I blame her for preferring Captain Carey’s love to my poor affections?” “Julia,” I said, after a long silence, and speaking as calmly as I could, “do you love Captain Carey?” “That is not a fair question to ask,” answered Johanna. “We have not been treacherous to you. I scarcely know how it has all come about. But my brother has never asked Julia if she loves him; for we wished to see you first, and hear how you felt about Olivia. You say you 'shall never love again as you love her. Set Julia free, then, quite free, to accept my brother or reject him. Be generous, be yourself, Martin.” “I will,” I said; “my dear Julia, you •re as free as air from all obligation to me. You have been very good and very true to me. If Captain Carey is as good and true to you, as I believe he will be, you will be a very happy woman— -happier than you would ever be with me.” “And you will not make yourself unhappy about it?” asked Julia, looking up. “No,” I answered cheerfully; “I shall be a merry old bachelor, and visit you and Captain Carey, when we are all old folks. Never mind me, Julia; I never was good enough for you. I shall be very glad to know that you are happy.” Yet when I found myself in the street —for I made my escape as soon as 1 could get away from them —I felt as if everything worth living for were slipping away from me. My mother and Olivia were gone, and here was Julia forsaking me. I did not grudge her the new happiness. There was neither jealousy nor envy in my feelings towards my supplanter. But in some way I felt that I had lost a great deal since I entered their drawing room two hours ago.

CHAPTER XIX. I did not go straight home to our dull, gloomy bachelor dwelling place, for I was not in the mood for an hour's soliloquy. I was passing by the house, chewing thfc bitter cud of my reflections, and turned in to see if any messages were waiting there. The footman told me a person had been with an urgent request that a doctor would go as soon as possible to No. 19 Bellringer street. I did not know the street, or what sort of a locality it was in. “What kind of a person called?” I asked. “A woman, sir; not a lady. On foot — poorly dresseS. She’s been here before, and Dr. Lowry has visited the case twice.” “Very good,” I said. Upon inquiry I found that the place was two miles away; and as our old friend Simmons was still on the cabstand, I jumped into his cab, and bade him drive me as fast as he could. I wanted a sense of motion, and a change of scene. If I had been in Guernsey I should have mounted Madam, and had another midnight ride round the island. This was a poor substitute for that; but the visit would serve to turn my thoughtstfrom Julia. We turned at last into a shabby street, recognizable wen in the twilight of the scattered lamps as being a place for cheap lodging-houses. There was a light burning in the second-floor' windows of No. 19; but all the rest of the front was in darkness. I paid Simmons and dismissed him, saying I would walk home. By the time I turned to knock at the door, it was opened quietly from within. A woman stood in the doorway; I could not see her face, for the candle she had brought with her was on the table behind her; neither was there light enough for her to distinguish mine. “Are you come from Dr. Lowry’s?” she asked. The voice sounded a familiar one, but I could not for the lite of me recall whose It was. • “Yes,” I answered, “but I do not know the name of my patient here.” “Dr. Martin Dobree!” she exclaimed. I recollected her then as the person who had been in search of Olivia. She had fallen baek a few paces, and I could now see her face. It was doubtful, as If she hesitated to admit me. Was it possible I had come to attend Olivia's husband? “I don't know whatever to do!” she ejaculated; "he Is very ill to-night, but I don't think he ought to see you—l don’t think he would.” “I am not anxious to attend him. I ' came here simply because my friend is out of town. If he wishes to see me I will see him, and do my best. It rests entirely with himself.” “Will you wait here a few minutes,” •he asked, “while I see what he will do?" She left me In the dimly lighted hall. The place was altogether sordid, and dingy, and miserable. At last I heard her step coming down the two •f stairs, and I went to meet her.

By Hesba Stretton

“He will see you,,” she said, eying me herself with a steady gaze of curiosity. I was anxious to see Olivi husband, partly from the intense aversion I felt instinctively toward him. He was lying back in an old, worn-out easy-chair, with a woman’s shawl thrown across his shoulders, for the night was chilly. His face had the first sickly hue and emaciation of the disease, and was probably refined by it. It was a handsome, regular, well-cut face, narrow across the brows, with thin, firm lips, and eyes perfect in shape, but cold and glittering as steel. I knew afterward that he was fifteen years older than Olivia. Across his knees lay a shaggy, starved-looing cat, which he held fast, and entertained himself by teasing and tormenting it. He scrutinized me as keenly as I did him. “I believe we are in some sort connected, Dr. Martin Dobree,” he said; “my half-sister, Kate Daltrey, is married to your father. Dr. Dobree.” “Yes,” I answered shortly. The subject was eminently disagreeable to me, and I had no wish to pursue it with him. “Ay! she will make him a happy mpn,” he continued mockingly; “you are not yourself married, I believe, Dr. Martin Dobree?” I took no notice whatever of his remark, but passed on to formal inquiries concerning his health. My close study of his malady helped me here. I could assist him to describe and localize his symptoms, and I soon found that the disease was in a very early stage. “You have a better grip of it than Lowry,” he said. “I feel as if I were

made of glass, and you eould look through me. Can you cure me?” “I will do my best,,” I answered. “So you all say,” he muttered, “and the best is generally good for nothing. You see I care less about getting over it than my wife does. She is very ankious for my recovery.” “Your wife!” I repeated in utter surprise; “you are Richard Foster, I believe?” “Certainly,” he replied. “Does your wife know of your present illness?” I inquired. “To be sure,” he answered; “let me introduce you to Mrs. Richard Foster.” The woman looked at me with flashing eyes and a mockkikng smile, while Mr. Foster indulged himself with extorting a long and plaintive mew from the poor cat on his knees. “I cannot understand,” I said. I did not know how to continue my speech. Though they might choose to pass as husband and wife among strangers, they could hardly expect to impose upon me. “Ah! I see you do not,” said Mr. Foster, with a visible sneer. “Olivia is, dead.” “Olivia dead!” I exclaimed. “You were not aware of it?” he said. “I am afraid I have been too sudden. Kate tells us you were in love with my first wife, and sacrificed a‘most eligible match for her. Would it be too late to open fresh negotiations with your cousin? You see I know all your family history.” ; “When did Olivia die?” I inquired, though my tongue felt dry and parched, and the room, with his fiendish face, was swimming giddily before my eyes. “When was it, Carry?” he asked, turning to his wife. “We heard she was dead on the first of October,” she answered. “You married me the next day.” “Ah, yes!” he said; “Olivia had been dead to me for more than twelve months, and the moment I was free I married her, Dr. Martin. It was quite legal.” “But what proof have you?” I asked still incredulous, yet with a heart so heavy that it could hardly rouse itself to hope. “Carry, you have those letters,” said Richard Foster. . “Here are the proofs," said Mrs. Foster. She put into my hand nn ordinary certificate of death, signed by J. Jones, M. D. It stated that the deceased, Olivia Foster, had died on September the 27th, of acute inflammation of the lungs. Accompanying this was a letter written in a good handwriting, purport-ing-to be from a clergyman or minister, who had attended Olivia in her fatal illness. He said that she had desired him to keep the place of her death and burial a secret, and to forward no more than the official certificate of .the former event. This letter was signed E. Jones. No clue was given by either document as to the place where they were written. “Are you not satisfied,” asked Foster. “No,” I replied; “how is It, If Olivia

is dead, that you have not taken possession of her property?” “A shrewd question,” he said jeeringly. “Why am I in these cursed poor lodgings? Why am I as poor is Job, when there are twenty thousand pounds of my wife’s estate lying unclaimed? My sweet, angelic Olivia left no will, or none in my favor, yon may be sure; and by her father’s will, if she dies intestate or without children, his property goes to build almshouses, or some confounded nonsense, in Melbourne. All she bequeaths to me is this ring, which I gave to her on our wedding day, curse her!” He held out his hand, on the little finger of which shone a diamond, that might, as far as I knew, be the one I had once seen in Olivia’s possession. “Perhaps you do not know,” he continued, “that it was on this very point, the making of her will, of securing her property to me in some way, that my wife took offense and ran away from me. Carry was just a little too hard upon her, and I was away, in Paris. But consider, I expected to be left penniless, just as you see me left, and Carry was determined to prevent it.” “Then you are sure of her death?” I said. “So sure,” he replied calmly, “that we were married the next day. Olivia’s letter to me, as well as those papers, was conclusive of her identity. Would you like to see it?” Mrs. Foster gave me a slip of paper, on which were written a few lines. The words looked faint, and grew fainter to my eyes as I read them. They were without doubt Olivia’s writing. “I know that you are poor, and I send you all I can spare —the ring you once gave -to me. lam even poorer than yourself, but I have just enough for my last necessities.” There was no more to be said or done. Conyictidn had been brought home to me. I rose to take my leave, and Foster held out his hand to me, perhaps with < kindly intention. Olivia’s ring was glittering on it, and I could not take it into mine. “Well, well!” he said, “I upderstand; I am sorry for you. Come again, Dr. Martin Dobree. If you know of any remedy for my case, you are no true man if you do not try it.” I went down the narrow staircase,

TEASING AND TORMENTING.

closely followed by Mrs. Booster. Her face had lost its gaiety and bofflness, and looked womanly and care-worn, as she laid her hand upon my arm before opening the house-door. “For heaven’s sake, come again,” she said, “if you can do anything for him. We have money left yet, and I am earning more every day. We can pay you well. Promise me you will come again.” “I can promise nothing to-night,” I answered. “You shall not go till you promise,” she said emphatically. “■Well, then, I promise,” I answered, and she unfastened the chain almost noiselessly, and opened the door into the street. CHAPTER XX. I reached home just as Jack was coming in from his evening amusement. He let me in with his latch-key, giving me a cheery greeting; but as soon as we had entered the dining-room, and he saw my face, he exclaimed, “Good heavens! Martin, what has happened to you?” “Olivia is dead!” I answered. His arm was about my neck in a moment, for we were like boys together still, when we were alone. He knew all about Olivia, and he waited patiently till I could put my tidings into words. “It must be true,” he said, though in a doubtful tone; “the scoundrel would not have married again if he had not sufficient proof.” “She must have died very soon after my mother,” I answered, “and I never knew it!”

“It’s strange!” he said. “I wonder she never got anybody to write to you or Tardif.” There was no way of accounting for that strange silence toward us. We sat talking in short, broken sentences; but we could come to no conclusion about it. It was late when we parted, and I went to bed, but not to sleep, Upon going downstairs in the morning I found that Jack was already off, having left a short note for me, saying he would visit my patients that day. I had scarcely begun breakfast when the servant announced “a lady,” and as the lady followed close upon his heels, I saw behind his shoulder the familiar face of Johanna, looking extremely grave. She was soon seated beside me, watching me with something of the tender, wistful gaze of my mother. “Your friend, Dr. John Senior, called upon us a short time since," she said, “and told us this sad, sad news.” I nodded silently. “If we had only known it yesterday,,” she continued, “you would never have heard what we then said. This makes so vast a difference. Julia could not haws become your wife while there was another woman living whom you loved mere. Yon understand her feeling?” “Yes,” I said 1 , “Julia is right.” “My brother and I have been talking about the change this vpll "make,” she resumed. “He would not rob you of any consolation or of any future happiness; not for worlds. He relinquishes all claim to or hope of Julia’s affection ”

“That would be unjust to Julia,” I iaterrupted. “She must not be sacrificed to me any longer. I do not suppose I shall ever marry ” “You must marry, Martin,” she interrupted in her turn, and speaking emphatically; “you are altogether unfitted for a bachelor’s life. It is all very well for Dr. John Senior, who has never known a woman’s companionship, and who can do without it. But It is misery to you—this cold, colorless life. No. Of all men I ever knew, you are the least fitted for a single life.” “Perhaps I am,” I admitted, as I recalled my longing for some sign of womanhood about our bachelor dwelling. (To be continued.)

NOAH'S ARK A MODERN SHIP.

Proof that the Shipbulldina Industry Flourished Before His Time. Another popular notion has been upset. For centuries it has been supposed that Father Noah was the first shipbuilder of the world and that the ark in which he saved his family from drowning was the first vessel that “plowed the raging main.” This supposition has been found to be erroneous, for there exist paintings of Egyptian vessels immensely older than-the date 2840 B. C., usually assigned to the ark, being, probably between seventy and eighty centuries old. Moreover, there • are now In existence in Egypt boats which were built about the period the ark was constructed. These are, however, small craft, about thirty-three feet long, seven feet or eight feet wide, and two and a half feet to three feet deep. They were discovered six years ago by the eminent French Egyptologist, M. J. De Morgan,3n brick vaults near Cairo and were probably funeral boats. They are constructed of three-lnch acacia and sycamore planks, dovetailed together and fastened with trenails. They have floors but no ribs, and though nearly 5,000 years old they held together after their supports had been removed. These boats may be considered side by side with the better known, but much more modern, viking ship, which is now to be seen in a shed at Christiana. This craft was discovered in 1880 in a funeral mound, so that we owe both these existing examples of extremely ancient ships to the funeral customs of countries so dissimilar as Egypt and Norway.

Heron Nests in the Maine Woods.

There are three known heron colonies in New England. One of them ip on the plantation just to the north of Sebec Lake. On a point of land reaching out into the pond is a growth of tall silver birches, and there are at least 100 nests in the tops of these trees. The trees are tall, without limbs for fo.rty feet or more from the ground. It is a well known fact that L'erons never build a nest in a tree with limbs much less than forty feet from the earth. The nests are constructed from small sticks, some up to an inch in diameter. The nest is at least two feet across, and the eggs are a trifle smaller than a hen’s egg, add of a pale blue color. The old birds go long distances on their foraging trips, in sdme cases forty and fifty miles. The birds of this species about Moosehead Lake and around the ponds miles to the south all make their way to this particular colony at night. Standing on the point one can see the birds coming from all directions during the period in which they feed their young.—New York Tribune.

Java’s Great Explosion.

Dr. Eugene Murray Aaron calls the eruption of the volcano Krakatua In Java “the greatest explosion of modern times.” He says: . “It is quite safe to say, when we are asked the question as to which of all the mighty manifestations of God’s power in this world thus far within the ken of science has been the most stupendous, the most all-overwhelming, that the terrific annihilation of Krakatua, in 1883, surpasses all else. A smoke that encircled the globe, a wave that traveled 7,500 miles, a sound heard 3,000 miles afar and an air shock hurled thrice around the earth—what more can be sought as testimony to the pentup energies beneath our very feet?”

The Densest Population.

The greatest density’ of the population in the world Is claimed for Bombay, and is only disputed by Agra. Tlje population of Bombay amounts to 760 persons per acre in certain areas, and in these sections the street area only occupies one-fourth of the whole. If the entire population massed In the streets for any purpose, the density would equal 3,040 persons per acre.

Clock for Theatrical Use.

To judicate the different numbers of a program a newly designed clock has a notable dial plate, which can be per-' forated at the proper places to engage hooked rods which fall Into the holes In the dial, and are pulled a short distance to make electrical connections with bells or indicators located in convenient places.

A New Gun.

A centrifugal gun, discharging 30,000 bullets a minute, has been invented by an English engineer. The bullets are poured into a case from a hopper, and guided into a disk three feet in diameter, revolving in the case at the rate of 15,000 revolutions a minute. They are discharged from the edge of the disk.

Man's Temperature.

Man’s ordinary temperature Is 98.0 degrees when in good health; that of a snail 70 degrees, and of a chicken 111 degrees. We have remarked that soon after it ia announced that a man seems to drink at the fountain of perpetual youth he dies. The moat aucceaeCul nation la determination.

HYPOCRISY VERSUS TRUTH.

Seme Homely Facts Abost Home Prosperity. n , Mr. Hanna must be having a doleful time trying to explain to himself why the ruin of a corn crop could come atxAit under Mr. McKinley’s administration. All the big crops of the past four years Mr. Hanna has reckoned as something for which the people should thank the party In power. Is he willing now that the party and administration should be held responsible for a loss to the farmers of upward of a billion dollars because of drought? What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.—Springfield Republican. This is the veriest cant, and for a paper with the pretensions of the Springfield Republican to print such rot is beyond comprehension. Still, it gives us a text. The Republican knows that neither Mr. Hanna, President McKinley nor any one else ever attributed big crops to the Republican party and a protective tariff, or poor crops to the Democratic and free trade. But it is the net results that most interest the farmer., and he knows that the best net results come under a protective tariff. Take, for Instance, recent farm values of the corn, wheat and oat crops, regardless of the amount of production:

Average farm values— Protection Free trade Protection period. period. period. 1890, 1891, 1893, 1894, 1897. 1898, Crops. 1892. 1895, 1896. 1896, 1900. Corn 4 . $744,339,769 $545,584,322 $608,381,631 Wheat. Oats. 221,204,788 174,633,278 185,304,328 Let us extend the comparison further and note the difference between free trade and protection prices in several farm products: June 1, June 1, Incr'ss, 1896. 1900. per ct. Coro, No. 2, bu 50.27% $0.37% 37 Wheat, No. 3, bu.. .57 .64% 13 Oats, No. 2, bul7% .21% 2b Rye, No. 2, bu 33 .53 61 Barley, bu2B p .40 48 Potatoes, bu2B -.40 43 Hay, ton 9.25 11.50 24 Butter, 1b14% .18 26 Cheese, 1b06% .08% 20 Cotton, lb;. .07% .00 20 Wool, 1b16% .29 76 Hops, lb. ... .07 .12 72 Here is a table from the Orange Judd Farmer, printed in the Springfield Republican’s own city: Value of stock in 1896 and 1900— 1896. 1900. H0r5e55550,532,000 $678,941,000 Mules 94,222,000 109,016,000 Cows 394,087,000 600,891,000 Cattle 564,304.000 796,457,000 Sheep 52,8*0,000 127,081,000 Hogs ....” 204,402,000 245,425,000 T0ta1551,860,420,000 $2,558,111,000 To show what this means to the individual stock owner here is the change In price per head of each class of animals: Increase, 1896. 1900. per ct. Horsess3l.sl $44.61 42 Mules 41.66 53.56 29 Cows 23.16 31.C0 36 Cattle.■ 16.65 24.97 50 Sheep s ..... 1.82 2.93 61 Hogs; 4.10 4.99 22 This all tells why the Western farm mortgages have been paid, and why the Western banks are full of money, and why the freight trains are carrying more luxuries to the West than ever before. And if the Springfield Republican doesn’t appreciate the cause the farmers themselves do, as was shown last November, when the votes were counted. They know what to credit Mcklnley and Mr. Hanna with, and they know that they have long since turned the picture of the Republican’s Idol, Cleveland, to the wall.—American Economist. Will Not Succeed. The free trade agitators who are anxious to precipitate a tariff contest at the next session of Congress are trying to make it appear that the wool manufacturers will urge a reduction in the tariff on wool, regardless of the effect of such action upon the wool growers of this country. That, however, is denied by an Eastern commercial newspaper, which claims to know the sentiment of the wool manufacturers. It says that the attitude of the manufacturers toward the wool growers is the same to-day that it has been during the past seven/ ty-flve years. While it is true that the tariff on wool has operated against the manufacturers of woolens, because It has shut them out of the world’s market to a certain extent and deprived them of the chance to make greater profits by purchasing cheaper raw materials, yet the manufacturers have always been willing that the sheep raising industry should be protected, because they know that without the competition afforded by American wool they would be at the mercy of the foreign wool growers and would have to pay whatever price might be demanded. It has been proved by frequent trials that sheep raising is not profitable In tfiis country without the help of a protective tariff, and for that reason the manufacturers have refrained from serving their own immediate interests by advocating a reduction In the tariff on the raw material. The free-traders are exerting every effort to array the protected industries against one another, but they will not succeed 18 their attempt to Induce the wool manufacturers to antagonize the sheep raisers.—Cleveland Leader. The Very Worst. Tariff reform is the paramount issue in the platform adopted by the Ohio Democrats. Now evidently the people will fall over themselves in their haste to confer on the Democratic party the authority to reform the tariff. will take the record o fthat unfortunate period from 1890 to 1897 and study it. They will see that the Democrate began in the former year by crying for a reform of the tariff, and they kept at it till the people actually came to think the fellows had some grand patent scheme for giving everybody forty acres and a mule, at least, and so the seneme was entered upon. The result every body knows—the worst piece of bungling ever a'tiy ’egislatlon suffered, and the worst period of tough times the country ever saw. It la too soon to ex-

pect that the voters will want to see the experiment repeated. Walt till the voters of 1890 and 1892 are all dead. Then there will be a good chance to hornswoggle the country again.—Champaign (Ill.) Gazette. Tariff and the Steel Trunt. Discussion of Hon. J. W. Babcock’s idea of removing the tariff from all products of the steel trust has brought out some interesting facts about the steel trade. It has been shown that big as the big trust is, it by .no means controls the steel trade in this country, there being many establishments, some of them employing a large number of men, which have no connection with the trust. It seems to be generally admitted that the removal of the tariff on steel products would not injure the big trust to any marked extent, but It is claimed that it would necessitate an immediate reduction of wages in ail steel establishments not in the trust. This claim, which is being made by those who ought to know whereof they speak, is causing many who wers at first inclined to favor Mr. Babcock’a idea to entertain doubts of its wisdom, and if it be substantiated by unprejudiced investigation, which a number of members of the House are quietly making, the bill for the repeal of the tariff on steel products will not be supported by a corporal’s guard of Republicans in either branch of Congress at the coming session. Desirable as many consider it to curb the power of the big trusts, the Republican majority in Congress is not going to be stampeded into the support of anything of that sort ■without carefully considering it from every point of view, and they will certainly not allow any legislation to get through that will reduce the wages of American workingmen.—Baraboo (Wis.) Republic. Wentern Sentiment. ‘ Two Western Congressmen have lately had something to say that is plain and very much to the point on the subject of tariff tinkering, whether openly by concurrent legislation or in secret by a single branch of the legislative department. Representative Mondell speaks for a wide extent of country when he says, as he did in Washington a few days ago, that there is no demand for tariff revision in his own State or in any of the States west of the Mississippi River, and that sentiment out in that section is strongly against the scheme of admitting foreign agricultural and Industrial products by means of special trade treaties. i Congressman Hepburn, of lowa, spoke to the same effect. He is absolutely opposed to reciprocity treaties, all and singular, because he does not believe in establishing tariffs by treaties made by the President and Senate. He holds that all tariffs should originate in the House and be treated as matters, of domestic concern, to be determined by both houses of Congress and the President It-is becoming daily more apparent that the revisionaries and reciprocators have very little to hope for at the hands ' of the Republican majority of the Fif-ty-seventh Congress.—American Economist, Tariff Reform Bosh. “Tariff reform was never more urgently needed than now, when the production of the country so far exceeds its power of consumption that foreign markets are a prime condition of its continued prosperity.” This is the language of the Ohio Democratic platform, and it is calculated to make one smile. We have just closed the books of a fiscal year, and they show that we have sold more of our commodities in foreign markets than in any other year in our whole national existence. Then, where there Is the suggestion based upon wisdom, that we should reform the tariff in order to Increase our foreign trade? It is more satisfactory than it ever has been; therefore, what is wrong?—Knoxville (Tenn.) Tribune. How They Envy Him!

Wealth of Nebraska. Mr. Bryan’s State has just loaned a million and a quarter to Wall street. It is time for the poor money changers of the East to raise a howl about the exactions of the plutocratic peasants of Nebraska.—Buffalo Express. Menace in Sieht. Certainly the argument that the removal of the tariff is the way to suppress the trust is decidedly untenable and a greater menace to the United States than any trust can be.— New Oastie (Pa.) News.

Smell and Metals.

Some metals have a very much more pronounced smell than ’others. The smell of tin especially 'when newly cut, is unmistakable, but it is a moot point whether gold or platinum has any smell that could be recognised by human olfactory organs. Of the rarer metals uranium and all Its compounds give the strongest smell and this gives us the reason why metals should have an odor. Urahlum is always-giving dtt what are known as the Becquerel rsya.4 consisting of streams of excessively minute "corpuscles.”