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Show TRUTH. THE LATE DR. DALBY. All that remains of Dr. William T. Dalby, who died last year, to the re- gret of every one who knew him, is contained in a small urn, which will be lovingly preserved. As stated some time ago would be the case, his body was cremated in Denver. Harry Ctisn-in- g took the remains there and watched while it was done, according to Dalby s last wishes. Polly Pry has this to say in a recent issue: I "Last summer, at this time, a surgeon1 one of the most skilled, most e&rndst and kindly in the profession wa liVilig in Sait Lake. His practice was enormous, his circle of friends measured only by the number of people a man may meet in ten or twelve years of a phenomenally active philanthropic life. His home life ideal and his life work as dear to him as the breath he drew. "He was a Virginian originally, and the inborn southern kindliness and courtesy went out alike to rich and poor. With his other practice he was railway surgeon for the Union Pacific, at so much per month, regardless of work, but the brakeman with a crushed hand, or the engineer with burned, body, received just as many calls, day or night; just as much solicitous attention, and thoUghtful reUs the millionaire who demanded the best that science affords. He was a Mason, with all the honors that Utah Masons could confer and to them he was a physician, philosopher, friend. He was only forty-five- , this man. who had gone so nearly to the top of the ladder in so short a time and early in the spring he had been startled by a still small voice Physician know thyself heal thyself." They found afterward where he had studied up on his own terrible affliction in his reference books. They knew from the notations made that hot a warning, discouraging symptom, escaped him. search vOMoylbass Ixiawsaat On a brief hunting trip with his friend, the two were talking one Sunday morning, lying under the trees, in the still Sabbath air: Harry said the doctor, if 1 die and 1 have money enough or you have money enough I want to be cremated. It's the only decent, sanitary, unloathsome way to me. You'll promise me, old man?' The friend promised lightly, as a remote possibility. Midsummer came, and not even the doctor's professional associates knew of the suffering that was consuming him. They know now that he had figured to a week how long he had to live, and to a pang the hd Was to endUre. His dominating thought Was that he must go through his horror aloiie that he must not let it dalijr and hoiirly tor ture his loved ones. Alone he went to the coast for a rest and a vacation. One month away, and he calculated that by reaching home on a certain day, he would have a few hours with his dear ones and would leave them the same day. His calculations were so nearly correct that only through the night did he linger and his courageous struggle was over. The largest following of friends ever seek id Salt. Lake accompanied the body of me braVe, big hbartCd Dr. Dalby to its temporary resting place In the vault last September. There was no crematory nearer than San Francisco or Chicago but the Denver crematory was under way, and the friend did not forget his promise. We sat in the quiet little ivory and grOen Chaptil at Riverside last morning waiting waiting Tuesday this mans friend and I and he told me the story. A promise to a dying man is the most sacred oath to me,' he said, and I know the disposition of his body was a part of a creed to him who made a life study of science and its relation to his fellow creatures.' The superintendent beckoned us from the doorway, and we silently obeyed. In a white tiled room, away from the chapel were two tile covered retorts. There was no heat, no fumes, no unpleasant suggestions. But there was a steady rumble not the 'rumble of machinery, hut the rumble of crude oil and air meeting in fierce combination. To understand the inner workings, the friend anil I were permitted to look through a small round aperture into the living flame. In the heart of this flame was outlined the bony formation of the body, already clean and white as the jointed skeleton in the doctors own study. Casket, clothing, flesh, had already gone into gases and the outer air. Not an ash, not a trace of them would remain 2,200 degrees of heat, the superintendent told us and a steady draught of air. The Incinerated bones would, at the first whiff of outside air, dissolve Into a fine powder upon the marble slab and the ashes of these would he put Into the little burial urn as requested. It is needless to add to this narrative that the friend alluded to was Harry Cushing, who thus carried out his friends wishes. ag-bn- jr o CLAUDE J. NETTLETON ...VIOLINIST... STUDIO, 508 BAST THIRD SOUTH. Phono t 2210 81-8- 2 y. M. M. WARNER ATTORNEY-AT-LA- Comitjtrcial Blk. W Salt Lake Burdensome Responsibility. The new office boy stood beside his City, Utah employer's desk, waiting for orders. The employer, who was new to the office boys, turned with a smile ol kindly discipline., first-rat- e MMy lad, remember that a office boy should be diligent, modest, unobtrusive, accurate and attentive." The boy looked scornful. Say, mister, have I cot to do all dat tor W wcakT Youths Gompautoa. II Stain of Bloodstone. Most persons know very little about the stones of which they so glibly talk, remarked J. W. Beath. "Very few have any Idea of what a d bloodstone is, though the green heliotrope commonly goes by that name. Here are two pieces of real bloodstone of the ancients. As you see, they are black. By rubbing one on the other, I draw what looks to bo blood. Touching it to my hand, stain. No, there it leave a blood-llk- e is no trick about it. These bits of black stone are simply hematite, and hematite is the real bloodstone. Not one person In 10,000 seems to know this. Philadelphia Record. Blood-Lik- e CHANGE COCKTAIL WROUGHT, Life Changed From a Barren Waste to an Iridescent Dream. They stcod, a man and a woman. In the gallery, looking down on the glittering throng of dancers on the floor below. red-spotte- What was I saying to you a moment ago? asked the man. "That Is. before I went out? You were saying, said the woman, tilings that made mo sad, even In the midst of all this gayety. You called it a painted glare you spoke of all those women down there, each hugging in the secret recesses of her. heart some supreme sorrow, some cloying unrest You were wondering to what depths of remorse, with In the next year, each might reach. You spoke of the men; how haggard some of their faces were. You said the pace was too much for some of them; death and disaster and ruin hung over this throng like a grinning skeleton. Really it has given me the shivers. Dont you xemomber what you said? He turned and looked at her. There was a look of complacency on his face. Did I say all that, he replied, before I went out? Well, well! You must forgive me. It isn't so. Why, see how they are all enjoying themselves! What a magnificent sight! What a grand thing is life! How this music thrils me! My friend, it is good to be alive. She looked at him in astonishment What has changed you so in such a short time?" she exclaimed. "Why, before you went out He waved his hand. "Things are different now, be. said. "Ive just had a cocktalL Celestial Debts. Debts In China have to be paid faithfully at the annual Festival of the Moon. When fill aocountf are settled the honest Chinaman places a table outside his house in full view of the moon, and covers it with large flat moon cakes, inscribed with a propitiatory device in red. Then he offers the cakes to the moon, burns incense, and goes through Various prostrations to the accompaniment of tomtoms, guns, crackers, fireworks, and burning lanterns. Next day comes the practical side of the festival, when the household eat up the mooncakes and begin to 60iitract debts again until the next anhiversaty Remarkable Timepiece. one of the chief watchmaking esIn tablishments in the Swiss city of Zurich there Is to be seen a remarkable curiosity in the way of watch or is in the clockmaking. The time-piec- e moves which a of form imperball, inclined an down surface, ceptibly without rolling. The length of this Inclined surface, which is sixteen Hope On, Hope Ever. be on. hope over; though Hope inches, is accomplished from top to dark. Then bottom in twenty-fou- r hours. The aweot sunburst may emlle on then the ball only needs lifting to the Tho thou art lonely, theres an eye will mark top again. This extraordinary timeloneliness and guerdon all thy eor-roThy no and therefore has spring, piece needs no winding. The hands are Tho thou must toll mong cold and sordid men. kept in motion by the sliding along an With none to echo hack thy thought, Inclined plane. or love thee, Cheer up, poor heart! thou dost not beat in vain, Used Hands as Fishing Net. For God la over all. and Heaven above thee Charles Freeman and Walter Good-alof Saco, Me., recently visited the month of Saco river on a fishing trip The Iron may enter In and pierce thy soul, Instead of fishing with a line they But cannot kill the love within thee waded in and threw out hake with The burning; tears of misery, thy bitter dole, their hands, securing over 700 pounds Can never qnench thy true heart's yearning of good fish in about two hours. Ac- For seraph better things; nor crush thy ardshoal statement to the their trust. our's cording That Error from the mind shall be upwater was literally packed with the rooted. fish. That Truths shall dawn as flowers spring from tho dust, fir a Love be cherished where Hate was To Bring Iceland In Line. embrutedl of the rest Hope on, hope ever. from the cutoff Iceland, night. hope ever! after darkest world save for slow mails. Is to be Hope on, full the of life, laughing loving Comes, linked to other countries by means of morning; flushed wireless telegraphic connection with Hope on, hope ever! Spring-tid' with light, rich her the Shetland islands. This is to folwith Winter old crowns Aye, adorning. low the action of the Icelandic parliaon, hope everl yet the time shall Hope in t last session, voting ment, at its Whramsn to man shall be a friend and yearly subsidy of $9,380 for twenty brother; world shall be a happy Aw years for that purpose. this old o home, all Earth's family love one anInterest-Bearin- g other! Securities, Charles Mackay. Yielding six per cent, compounded twice a year, make an ideal investment They can be procured from The Better Man. ft Co., investment bankers, "The last time I passed throrgh Salt Lake City. The investor holds here said the drummer, "your editor the security. We do the work. and the Rev. Bill Gunning were havoI ing quite a religious discussion. Proper Thing. guess the editor, after all, was just "fit society," said the young bud, as good a man as the minister." "the gentleman is always presented to 'Tea wrong thar, stranger, replied the lady, is he notT Alkali Ike. 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