J I II
PUY TE
Old Ocean. let me spend with you
These autumn days so bright and blue,
For though your beard is white, I see
You're not too old to romp with me.
You play at tag, and try to reach
MY feet that fly along the beach;
Then we are soldiers, and you take
The little sand forts that I make.
When in your waves I venture out
Oh, how you tumble me aleut!
For you are old, but 1,nerry, tOO,
And so I love to play with you,
After Forty Years,
BY D, H. T: LMAGE.
(Copyr!ght, 1901. by Daily Story Pub. Co.)
There died not long ago in a cer-
tain home for soldiers a certain man
who shall here be nameless. He died
in his bed at night, with none watch-
ing beside him. He left no word, He
did not struggle. SO nearly did the
death calm resting upon him resemble
the ~lumber of life that one of his' com-
rades, a jest upon his lips', shook him
by the shoulder in the morning. And
then the word went forth that another
worn and weary one had passed
through the Valley of the Shadow with-
out suffering, and silently the prayer
went up, "O Lord, will that as he was
taken so also may it be with us."
They buried him with military hon-
ors, and then wrote to his mother an-
nouncing briefly the facts. They gave
no details. And presently a letter writ-
ten by the fahering hand of age was
received.
."Tell me, please," it said. "how my
boy died, and let me know what be-
longings he had."
The answer was necessarily short,
there was so little to tell. He had been
buried in his only suit of clothes.
There was a sum of money, amounting
to thirty-six dollars, in a tin box be-
neath hls bunk. In hls valise were two
shirts, a suit of underwear, two pairs
of socks and one brown cotton glove,
nothing moz:e.
The official making the inventory
contemplated the glove somewhat cu-
riously when he came to it. and
scratched his head with the blunt end
ofhis pencil.
"One glove," he said. half aloud:
"Evidently a woman's. Wonder how it
happened: ?"
He continued to wonder ~for several
days. Then the matter was explained
to him.
A woman, leading by the hand a
child, appeared in the commandant's
office, seeking information regarding
the departed soldier. She was not a
relative. Neither was she a friend--
at least she had not been a friend. She
had known him in his youth. She had
seen him march away to the war. She
had not seen him since.
The official questioned her guarded-
|y, and learned largely by inference.
from her replies that the soldier had
been her lover, but that his idea of
loyalty had not been her idea of loy-
alty. They had lived in the borderland
between the North and the South. Her
t~her and her brother and another
• 'Evidently a woman's glove."
man had gone out to battle for the
South. while this man had remained
faithful to the old flag. She had given
him to understand plainly that he must
choose between the flag and her. And
he had chosen with maddenlng prompt-
ne~.
The other man had returned from
the war, and she had married him. He
was sadly crippled, and her pity went
out to him, masquerading as love, That
was years ago. Her life had not been
an unhappy one, she said, although the
drawn face, the lack-luster eyes. the
stooping shoulders and the dragging
footsteps told a story of toil beyond
her strength and of devotion forced
beyond the prompt:rigs of her spirit.
Her husband was dead. He had been
buried but three days ago. Her only
son also was dead, and her son's wife
and she were not in sympathy. The
child she held by the hand was hey
grandchild, her one comfort, She had
come to see the soldier who had been
faithful to the flag of victory. She had
known where he was throughout all
the years. She had saved a little mon-
ey-enough, if eked out by a small pen-
sion, to carry two people of sixty to
the end of their lives. Would the of-
ficlal be so kind as to call the soldier
at once?
The official cleared his throat vigor-
ously and scowled. He always scowled
when he had a painful duty to perform.
And this woman, with the love of for-
ty years ago intact in her bosom, w~s
so pitiful a spectacle under the circum-
stances that his courage was hardly
equal to telling the truth. But he w~
not a man to shirk a duty.
"My dear madam," he said, "I re-
gret to inform you that your friend ts
dead."
She seemed not to understand at
first; but gradually the import of the
statement was' borne in upon her, and
she moaned hopelessly, trembling as
the leaf of autumn trembles in the
north, wind. The official said nothing
more. He was waiting for her to
speak.
"Did--did he leave anythlng~any-
thing marked for 'Sarah'?" she asked
at last.
"Not anything," replied the official.
And then, as gently as he might, he
recounted the circumstances attending
the soldier's death.
"He went alone," whispered the
woman--"alone--O God! But you say
he left a glove?" Was it a brown
glove, such as women used to wear?"
The official nodded.
"I have the mate to the glove." she
announced calmly, the look of weari-
ness and despair coming again to her
face.. "It is bloodstained and falling
apart, but I have preserved it because
something here"~placing her hand
upon her breast~"told me that the
other would be found some time. and
I would I~ow the truth. And I know
the truth now."
She raised her eyes, and for an in-
stant her llps moved silently.
"My husband brought it with him
when he returned, wounded, from Shi-
loh. A Union soldier whose name he
would never tell me had stood between
him and death there, fighting hard
against his own people that--the reb-
el's wife might--not be deprived of her
"Anything marked for Sarah?"
husband. The gloves were mine. He
reached out from the ranks and p~21ed
them out of my hand the day he ~ent
away to join Grant's army, and I ~.'ttuck
him in the rape when he did it. One
of them he used to stanch the fia~ of
blood from my husband's wound, and
then stuffed it int(, the pocket el my
husband's coat, where I found it, The
other he kept~forty--years."
She quite broke down at this .~nc-
lure, and the official essayed to com-
fort her.
"His mother still lives." he said. and
named the place. "If you wish, you
may take his things to her."
She readily accepted the commission;
but of the meeting between the two
women only themselves know.
Where Bomance Is llecalled.
The Windsor library is one of the
most perfect retreats in all England
for a rainy day, says a London news-
paper. It has a superb outlook across
to Stoke and away to Harrow-on-the-
Hill, and as the p~ivileged ladies' and
gentlemen of the court loll in its cozy
chair~, leathered in brilliant scarlet.
and rest their books upon its polished
ebon tables inlaid with ivory, the
spirit of the past--of Anne and the
duchess, of Elizabeth and her tiring
maids, of Charles II. and Lely's beau-
ties~seem to pervade the fireplace and
ore!l, alcove and mullion. Little won-
der that such a corner became a fa-
vorite retreat of Sunday afternoons.
Introduced Christmas Trees.
Empress Frederick. according to the
London Daily Chronicle. was the
cause of the introduction of Christmas
trees into England. Her father. Prince
Albert. insisted on having a German
Christmas tree With its lights and
decorations for his bab~ daughter in
1840. and the fashion s$read quickly.
]~erhalm This Writer Knows.
The Lapps, a people of northern
Europe, never wash. They abhor wat-
er. and from infancy to age their cloth-
ing is never changed except when it is
worn out. They wear the same gar-
ments, made of reindeer skin with the
hair next to the flesh, day and night,
winter and summer.
Vitality of Typhoid Germs.
Typhoid germs retain their vitality
for many weeks; iu garden earth,
twenty-one days; in filter sand, eighty-
two days; in dust of thestreet, thirty
days; on linen, sixty to seventy days;
on wood, thlrty-two days; in ice, a
year or more.
THIEVES OF BOMBAY.
THEY PRACTICE THE ART OF BE-
COMING INVISIBLE.
Dangerous Work in Which the Dacoit
Seldom Fails--Clever Device Practiced
by the Mooches in Throwing Pursuers
Off Their Tr~ek.
A very interesting and valuable re*
port was issued several years ago, by
the inspector of prisons of the Indian
empire, in which almost incredible
accounts are given of the practice of
th}s extraordinary art by the thieves
of lower Bombay,~ says a writer in
the New Penny Magazine. The
thieves themselves, with better rea-
son, feel doubly secure; for if, in.spite
of his invisibility, by some unlooked
for and unlucky chance, one is seized,
his oily body slips away like an eel's;
and in the still more unlikely contin-
gency of his being held with an un-
breakable grip, he has, slung by a
slender cord about his neck, a little
knife with an edge as sharp as that of
the keenest razor, with which he cuts
the tendons, of the intruding wrist,
This, however, he considers a last re-
sort, for he prides himself upon doing
his work without inflictlng bodily,
harm upon his victims. To enter a
zenana, or the women's apartment in
a native house, where all the family
treasures are ~ept, is the ambition of
every native thief. This, however, is
no easy matter, for the zenana is in
the center of the house, surrounded by
other apartments occupied hy ever-
wakeful sentinels. In order to reach
it the thief burrows under the house
until his tunnel reaches a point be-
neath the floor of the room to which
access is sought. But the cautious
native does not at once enter. Full
well he knows that the inmates of the
house sometimes detect the miner at
work and stand over the hole armed
with deadly weapons, silently a~ait-
ins his appearance. He has with him
a piece of bamboo, at one end of which
a bunch of grass represents a human
head, and this he thrusts up througll
the completed breach.. If the vicari-
ous head does not come to grief, the
real one takes its place, and the thief,
entering the zenana, secretes himsel:f;
or, finding everything already favor-
able for this purpose, proceeds to at-
tempt what seems an impossible un-
dertaking. This. indeed, is no less a
task than to remove from the ears and
arms and nose the earrings, bracelets.
armlets, bangles and nose rings of the
sleepers without awakening them. and
to get safely away with his plunder,
Wile but a dacoit would be equal to
so delicate, dangerous and difficult a
piece of work? But the dacoit seldom
fails. "These adroit burglars." says
my authority, "commit the most dar-
ing robberies in the midst of the Eng-
lish army. Knowing the position of
the tents, they make out one which is
occupied by an officer of high rank.
and creep silently toward it. Arrived
at the tent, their sharp knife makes
them a door in the canvas, and they
glide undiscovered into the interior.
Indeed, so wonderfully adroit are they
that even the very watchdogs do not
discover them, and a thief has been
known to actually step over a dog
without disturbing the animal."
But the most marvelously clever de-
vice practiced by the thieves of lower
Bombay is that used by the Mooches
in throwing pursuers off their track.
The Mooches come down in gangs,
from the back country, and raid the
settlements; their specialty is poison-
ing cattle. They smear plantain leaves
,with their own particular brand of
cattle exterminator and scatter them
about among the herds at night. In
the morning, as many of the catt!e as
have partaken are dead, and have been
abandoned by their owners. The
Mooches flay the dead animals and
sell their hides. Pursued, these hon-
est creatures make at full speed for
the jungle. If they reach it, all hope
of capturing them is at an end. but
even when they discover that they
must be overtaken before they reach
it, they by no means lose heart, and
are measurably sure of escaping, es-
pecially if, as is very often the case
in India. the surface is burned over
and the trees ~nd bushes that have
not been consumed are charred and
blackened and bereft of their foliage,
and many, perhaps, reduced to little
more than blackened stumps by the
fire which the fields are annually burn-
ed over. If hard pressed in such a
country as this, they cease to fly, and
immediately disappear, For a long
time, the English troops which policed
the districts where they made their
raids were completely nonplused;
again and again, on the very point of
being captured, the Mooches escaped
by miraculously vanishing and officers
as well as soldiers becalms supersti-
tious. With the power of maintaining
fixed, immovable postures, in which
their race seem to excel, these Indians
grasping in their hands such black-
ened branches as they pick up in their
flight, can instantly assume, and re-
tain for a long time.
At. Woman BalancL~g.
When .~ woman stoops over to pick
up something on the floor why does
she always balance herself on one foot
extending the other outward and back-
ward as a counterpoise? This question
not new never has been satlstactOrlly
answered--New York Press.
~tlltons of Cats" Tails Are Worn.
A hundred tons of cats' tails were
recently sold in one lot in New York
for ornamenting ladies' wearing ap-
parel. This means that no fewer than
1,792,000 pussies had bee~ killed to sup-
ply this consignment.
STEVENSON'S MEMORY,
It Is Still Dear to His SBm4mn rrlQn~
Says a Writes..
Mrs. Isobel Strong teals several anec-
dotes which show the waxm affection
in which the memory of Robert Lou~a
Stevenson is held by his Samoan
friends. In Scribnsr's M~,m~lne she
describes one scene that is infinitely
touching: After Mr. Sbevenson'~
death so many of his Samoan. friends
begged for his photograph that we
sent to Sydney for a supply, which
was soon exhausted. One ofternoon
Pola came in and remarked, in a very
hurt and aggrieved manner, that he
had been neglected in the way of
photographs• "But your father, the
chief, has a large, fine one." "True,"
said Pola. "But that is not mine. I
have the box presented to me by your
high-chief goodness. It has a lit~l,~
cover, and there I wish to put the sm~
shadow of Tusitala, the beloved chie~
whom we all revere, but I more tha~
the others because he was the head of
my clan."
"To be sure," I said, and looked
about for a photograph. I found a
picture cut from a weekly paper, one I
remembered that Mr. Stevenson him-
self had particularly disliked, H~
would have been pleased had he seen
the scornful way Pola threw the pic-
ture on the floor. "I viii not have
that," he cried. "It is pig-faced• It i~
not the shadow of our chief." He
leaned against the d c~r and wept.
"I have nothing else, Pola," I pro-
tested. "Truly, if I had another pic-
ture of Tusitala I would give it to
you."
He brightened up at once. "There
is the one in the smoking room," h~
said. "where he walks back and forth.
That pleases me. for it looks like him."
He referred to an oil painting of Mr.
Stevenson by Sargent. [ explained
that I could not give him that. "Then
I will take the round one," he s~id
"of tin." This last was the breeze
bas-relief by St. Gaudens. I must
have laughed involuntarily, for he
went out deeply hurt. Hearing a
strange noise in the hall, an hour or
so later. I opened the d~or and dis-
covered Pola lying on his face, weep-
ing bitterly.
"'What are you crying about?" I
asked.
"The shadow the shadow." he sob-
bed. "I want the sun-shadow of Tusi-
taIa.'"
f knocked at my mother's door
across the hall. and at the sight cd
that tear-stained face her heart meR-
ed, and he was given the last photo-
graph we had.which he wrapped i~r a
banana leaf. tying it carefully with
ribbon of grass.
CLOTHES AND CHARACTER.
h-one of US Frec from the Influence, of
G~rments.
The philosophy of clothes grows oul
of their relationship to our personality
and temperament. Not many of us are
independent enough to declare our-
selves free from the influence of ~the
garments which clothe and adorn us;
not more so than of the other environ-
ments which prove such potent factor~.
in the formation of our life and char-
acter. Personality and temperame~
are revealed by clothes; but what
seems more important in the whok
)hil0sophy of the subject ts that the
outer garments affect our indl~lduaI-
ity, so that we are changed and trans-
formed by what we wear. Whai
clothes have done for civilization in
the formation of character, morals,
manners and conventional ideas of liV-
ing ts a subject too broad for super-
flciaI consideration. The susceptibility
of some to the influence of clothes i~
so keen that all individuality would
he lost without the power to express
:hemselves in this way. A woman
may make clothes the artistic expres-
sion of her personality, which in nc
other way could assert itself. It has
become to her a daily need, and the
loss o~ it would take from her life. s
mainspring of action that would lemve
her stranded. There is a dl~[erenc~
between the attempt to express in ar-
tistic form in dress an inward person-
ality and the extravagant waste el
money for clothes which have no. di-
rect bearing upon one's mind or ideas
of the harmony of things. Lavish e~r.
pond:tare of money on dress for the
mere sake of copying another; or fo~
the seIflsh and foolish purpose of be-
ing dressed as expensively as th~ rleh-
est, is not only reprehensible, but ls
deficient in originality and a~t ex-I
)ression.~A. S. Atkinson, ]YL D.. in~
Ledger Monthly.
The Cut That Hurt~
LHIian Russell, during one of bet
walks the other day, met a ~Ltle chap
whose small trousers had evidently
been made at home, The front and
back of them had been cut exactly alike.
and for a much broader boy. They
were puffed at the back and the small
wearer seemed ill at ease in them. Miss
Russell stopped for a momeut 'to cleat
with him, and at parting handed him
a nickel, saying: '"By the way, son-
ny, who made yottr trousers? .... Me
mudder~goll durn her.*~" answered the
boy in a most ungrateful tone of voice.
--New York Clipper.
Charlemagne Liked Perfnmes.~
Charlemagne is said by his biograph- [
ors to have been extravagantly fond ot!
almost any kind of perfume. One oi~
his courtiers said that the approacl~!
i Illll I IU II I Ili i ,I .
==-. ,,l ta w t,t,aw FEVER In.o=, five or 71 per cent con-
tracted the 4isease.
REOENT EXPERIMENTS THE CAUSE
OF ~EVERAL DEATHS,
[noludlng That of Miss Mass, the Nnrs~r
--The Successful Work of Dr. H;eod
and the ]Bad I¢~ults from the Scram
---Cause of the Fever a &fystery.
The death in Havana Sunday of
Miss Clara A. Mas~, a trained nurse
from Newark, N. J., who was follow-
Ing her profession at Las Animas Hos-
pital, was the third resulting from the
experiments, being made with mos-
quitoes by the yellow fever commis-
sion. The sacrifice of this young life
in the cause of science--Miss Mass
was 25 years old--directs attention to
the work which has been done in Cuba
toward the stamping out of the dis-
ease that formerly claimed ao many
lives. In this investigation in the
cause of science there has been a re-
markably display of heroism. The
work has been carried on by the yellow
fever commission, of which Dr. Walter
Reed is president.
The Cause of Yellow Fever
has alwa~'ys been a mystery; and, in-
deed, it is a mystery today in a meas-
ure, since, although undoubtedly a dis-
ease of parasitic origin, the parasitic
organism itself has not yet been dis-
covered. Several times it has been
that that it was found, anc~ there are
those investigators who today believe
that the Bacillus iceroides of Sanarelli
is the causative organism of the fe-~er;
while the English physician, Dr. Her-
bert E. Durham, who. with the late
Dr. Walter Myers, was sent out by the
Liverpool School of Tropical Medicine
to Brazil, believes that In a small ba-
cillus which they have frequently found
in autopsies they have discovered the
true germ. The proof brought by the
American experiments that certain
~squitoes will transmit the disease,
i I,'
F
MISS CLARA /~. I~AABL
[Who yielded up her lifo in thee ¢~use
of medical science.]:
however, renders both of these, clalma
uncertain and probably incorrect. In
fact. Dr. Reed denies that S~mareIIi's
bacillus' has anything to do w~tll, yel-
low fever. The true parasite w.ill be
be discovered, without doubt, and, it is
to be hoped that the American' army
officers who have been respo~slble for
such an .extraordinary advance in our
knowledge of the etiology of the' dread
disease may be the investigators to
eaxry the work through to its £ullest
conclusions.
The ~.xperiments,.
During the autumn of 1900 an, expe-
rimental sanitary station was estab-
lished in the open, a mile frema ~ue-
mados. Two houses were built, tightly
constructed, with windows, a~d doors
protected by wire screens.. In. one of
these houses, soiled sheets, pillow-
cases, and blankets were used a~ bed-
ding, and this bedding was brought
straight from the beds of patle~ts sick
with yellow fever at Havanat Far 63
days these beds were oceupf~c~ by
members of the hospltar corps for pe-
riods varying from 20 to 2i days. At
the end of this occupation, the men,
who were all non-lmmunesi were ta-
ken to quarantine for five days and
then released. Not one cff them was
taken ill. All were released fn excel-
lent health. This experiment fs of the
greatest importance, as show~ng that
the disease is not conveyed by fomltes,
and hence the disinfection of cloth-
ing, bedding, or merchandise supposed
to have been c~ntaminated: by contact
with yellow fever patients is. no longer
necessary, and~ the extremes to which
this disinfection work has been car-
rled in cases of yellow fever epidem-
ics in our southern states have bee~
perfectly useless.
The "I~f~eted Mosquito Banding2"
In the ~thser house, which was known
as the "iufected mosquito building,"
were no articles which had not been
carefuU~ gisinfected. The house con-
tained two rooms, and non-immunes
were pl~ced in both rooms. In one
room, Selmrated from the other by wire
~creen partitions only, mosquitoes
which had bitten yellow fever patients
were admitted. From the other room
they were excluded. In the latter room
~he men remained In perfect health;:
in the mosquito room 50 per cent o2
the persons bitten by infected mosqui-
toes that had been kept twelve days
or more after biting yellow fever pa-
tients were taken with the disease, and
the yellow fever diagnosis was con-
of the Emperor could always be de-[firmed by resident physicians in Ha-
tooted by the odor of perfume that in-t vans who were above all others famil-
varlably accompanied him. ].tar with the disease in every form.
l:[ood's "Bridge of Sigh~/' i Persons bitten by mosquitoes at an
Hood wrote "The.Bridge of Sigha"~ earlier period than twelve days after
in, it is said, a single afternoon. An- they had bitten a yellow fever patient
other account declares it to have been did not contract the disease, In an-
.written in a day, and that much time other series of experiments, of seven
subsequently spent in revising it. persons bitten by infected mosquitoes
bY placing the hand in a Jar contain-
The direct agency of mosquitoes in
spreading the disease having been es-
tablished, practical anti-mosquito
work was at once undertaken in Cuba..
General orders were tssueed requiring
the universal use of mosquito-bars in
all barracks, especially in hospitals, as
well as in field service where practica-
ble. The drainage of breeding-places,
the use of petroleum on standing wa-
ter, in which mosquitoes breed, was
directed, and the medical department
of the army furnished oil for this pur-
pose. It has resulted that Havana had,
less yellow fever during the present
year than at any time in its history.
The Serum Not SueeessfuL
The' efforts of Dr. Reed. have been
supplemented by experiments, under
government authorization, in which
well persons have been sub:fected to
tests whiel~ in several cases have
proven fatal. In July a CUban boy
was taken to Havana and after eleven
hungry mosquitoes had been put in a
cage his arm was placed therein and
t~.e insects permitted to suck blood
from it. The: parasites were given a
chancs to develop and, when it was
believed that they were ready for ac-
tion, nine persons, at various intervals,
were. bitten by them after having
been inoculated with a serum said to
render a person proof against the
fever. Of these, three persons have
died and the others are .lingering be-
tween life and: death, except one,
whose recovery seems probable. While
the Investigation has proved of some
benefit, in that it has disclosed the
source of the fever, the immunity
serum has not established itself~ i,~
public favor.
CIVILIZATION. IN, UGANDA.,
Frime Minister tlas Become an Exl~rt~
In Plain Sewlr~.
Civilization is progressing with
rapid strides in the African kingdom:
of Uganda, where a little while ago all.
was barbarism. A curious manifesta-
tion of civilization in this black king-
dom is the fad which ]das been taken
up by the prime minister of the infant.
king, that official having become aa
expert in plain sewing. He is now' in-
dustriously engaged in cultivating the,
more advanced forms of needlework
under the instruction of the wife of
one of the missionaries, and will
doubtless in a short time be able to db.
"herring-bone" and other fancy
stitches. The little King Dandi re-
cently gave a dinner to celebrate his
fourth birthday, and the napkins used~
were all hemmed by the prime' min-
ister. If all prime ministers, would
devote more time to their sewing and
less to affairs of state the world:would
be a much more peaceful place. King
Dandi's birthday dinner was intended:
to illustrate to the British commis-
sioner and the other white men~ o'f the~
country the advances which I~ave been
made in civilization in Ugsmdat All
the chief Europeans at Mengo, the
capital, attended the reception, whie~
was followed by a banquet got" up lm
English fashion. It was produced by
natives entirely without assistance,
and would have don~ credit to, aTM first-
class New York restaurant: The '
guests found cards bearing• their~
names at the places at table at whidh,
they were to sit, and alia the• plates~
spoons, knives, forks, glasses, etc.,.
were Just where they belonged; and'.
the courses, which were served deftly~
and properly, consisted of 'a" food such
as one would expect to find ~t a ban,.
quet in any white man's capital. The,.
next day there was a, tha~ksglviRg
service in the cathedral' of Meuse at
which the coal-black~ congregation
sang Sir Arthur Sullivan'S "Onward,
Christian Soldier."--New York Press.
Pussy ~d ]Fly Paper.
A large and•handsome $cngora eat..
which is the pet and pride af a family
in the south end' of the city, and'
which, relying~ on this, makes himsel£'
very familiar, got into. great trouble.
Several" sheets of sticky:fi"y paper had
been lald on a table near.~ sunny win:-.
dew to entrap wandering flies. The
cat, desiring to look ouLat the window,,
leaped on the table ~d landed or~
all four feet' on a, si~e~t of the fl~r
paper. At first he kep~ cool and en-
deavored to release one foot after, a~-
other, but the paper zltmg closer t~an
a brother. Then he put his nose de~,n
to push the paper from. his feet, and a
loose end seized him by the whisker~
and fastened ~o. hi~ ft~rehead, binding
hlm. Then he, wa~' scared and~ the
trouble commencecL and a sort of
furry, l~ng-tailed t~hunderbolt went
rolling over the carpet, emitiug the
most horrible yeffs and caterwRulings
and turning everything upsid~ down.
The "family hastened to the relief of
• their, favorite, and more thus one of
them felt his teetth and claws before
he was put I~ a condition t~ see and
wa1~t.--Portlanff Oregonian.
• he Mt~sinK Link.
In the J~ng~es of southeastern Asia
a~d the islands nearby~ which have
~ong been known to science as the
cradle of the human race, and which
are'still inhabited by the very lowest
orders of human beings, the pithecan-
thropu~ lives with the elephant, tapir,
rhinoce£ous, lion, hippopotamus, gl,-
gantio pangolin, hy¢na and other ani-
mals, remains of which were found
round about him. It has oeen com-
puted that this ancestor lived some-
where about the beginning of our last
glacial epoch, some 270,000 years ago.
In other words, about 17,000 genera-
tions have been born and have died
between him and oumelves. It will
assist our understanding of what tht$
relationship really m~u~ to Know that
nearly 25{} generations carry us ba~
beyond the dawn of history, 5,000 ye~r~
ago.~M¢Clure's Magazine.
