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Show , THE SALT LAKE TIMES, MONDAY, JUKE 16, 1890. I cpplyiug a strong paste of two drugs in combination, or, where practicable, by their inunction. The results obtained so Tar are said to be encouraging, and make it clear that the method will de-serve a full and fair trial by the profes-sion." London Medical Recorder. l'apaiu and Thallln In Causer. Tho auonyruous correspondent of The Lancet, whose suggestion of tho com-bino- d usod of papain and thallin in can-cer was noticed in a recent number of The London Medical Recorder, turns out to be Dr. J. Mortimer Granville. He has since supplemented his first statement by further communication, in which he says that if the solvent or digesiivo power of the papain is to be brought to bear on the morbid growth it must not be ex-hausted by being llfst mixed with food. He therefore recommends very frequent administration of the papain and thallin, and their combination in the form of pills. The aim is to get absorption of the drug, not local action on the stomach. In cancer, of that organ Dr. Mortimer Granville gives, besides tho pills, papain suspended in water with thallin and an alkali. With tho view .of further preventing exhaustion of the papain he directs that the patient shad be fed as exclusively as possible on a vegetable diet, and that the pills shall be taken before meals or in the interval between tlic-iu- . He has not I'ound that the thallin given as described eierts any injuriously depressing eifect ou tlm organism as a whole. The vital-ity of the morbid growth seems to be depressed by saturation with the thallin and uapaia-locai- l t;-thi- iw ' A TWILIGHT SONG. MI aft In twilight, late, atone, by the flickering oak flame, Husli)ODknir past war scenes of tbecounuesa buried unknown soldiem. Of the vacant Dames, as unindented air't and seal the unreturn'd, Che brief truce after battle, with grim burial squads, and the deep filled trenches cM gather'd dead from all America, north, south, east, west, whence they came up, from wooded Maine. New England1 farms, from fertile Pennsylvania, Illinois. Ohio, from the measureless West, Virginia, the south, ' the Carolinas, Texas . (Even here, in my room shadows aod half lights, in the noiseless, flickering flame, Again I see the stalwart ranks on filing, rising I hear the rhythmic tramp of the armies) : Tcm mUHon unwrlt names, all, all you dark be-quest from all the War, A special verse for you a flash of duty loner ne-- 1 lected your mystic roll strangely gatoer'd ' here. aehbyname recaD d by me from out the dark- - ness and death's ashes, Henceforth to be, deep, deep within my heart, re-- .' cording, for many a future year, . Tour mystic roll entire of unknown names, r north or south, Zmhsimed with love In this tonight song. Walt Whitman. Pillows Made or Un Ixitteis. The latest device of girlhood is a fancy for stuffing pillows with their old love letters. There i3 one thing about the contents of these pillows that can be de-pended upon with a marked degree of certainty they are sure to be soft. Now, the question naturally arises, must the pillows be stuffed with letters from a single person, or may missives from John and Jack and Algernou be tumbled pro-miscuously in together? Is it a test of loyalty that when once a girl really falls in love, or thinks she does, she discard from her pillow all the letters save those of the object of her deepest affection? And how does marriage affect the fate of the pillow? Do husbands enjoy hav-ing their wives' faces buried in a mass of soft nothings that other men have written to them? And what dreams may come, and what skimpy, flat little pillows some poor girls must have; but how nice it is for the men to reflect that their adored ones slumber softly on their words of love. Chicago Tribune. Consuelo like a priceless jewel those 01 their courtship and those which the ten-derness of the wife had inspired in hei during her marriage of three years, un-til death came to rob him of his Com-panion. Since that time he had never parted, even for a moment, with the key to this coffer; it was always attached tc his watch chain; for it seemed to hin that he was there also preserving some-thing of the soul of the departed. Out of his trembling fingcw a small package of letters fell on the table. Their envelopes were all covered with post marts which indicated the stations of their great journeys, and carried the address: "Seuores Ramirez & Co., for Don Juan Crisostomo Lopez. Habana." He soon found the letter sought in the package, and the date June 8, 186T, sprang before his eyes. She had written It on the day that followed that myste-rious anniversary that was inscribed on the ring. Did he mistake, or was the letter really written with a trembling hand? Don Juan read: "At last, after many weeks, I took ray first walk. Manuel persuaded me to doit. He tried it several times before, but in vain! But yesterday I yielded, and we walked along the beach." And in a postscript Consuelo added: "You may imagine that at the sight of the billows I thought of you, since you live so far away, far, far beyond yonder blue line of the horizon." Don Jnan dropped the letter. He also was looking at a distant, indefinite point, with the unfathomable expression of one who seeks to explore the past. Then he read hurriedly the four last let-ters of the package. The name of Man-uel did not again appear. This silence appeared to him like a lie. The more so since he found on hia re-turn that Manuel, his younger brother, who looked so handsome in his ship offi-cer's uniform, was still in Malaga. And he was now inseparable from them and gave them the plainest proofs of the greatest attachment. And how intent he was on becoming the godfather of Carmen 1 And then only he returned to his ship and set his sails for distant seas. Bnt suddenly the ship stranded, and no one bnt a boatswain could save himself. But in the letter which Manuel wrote a few days before he left the harbor for .the last time, he inquired after all with mnch sympathy. And in Don Juan's memory the recol-lections followed each other prophetical-ly. The inconsolable pain with which Consuelo received the report of the ship-wreck. The despairing effort with which she asked his forgiveness in her last mo-ments. ' "Forgiveness! What for?" Don Juan struck his forehead with terrible indignation, and he almost screamed out when Carmen gently rapped at the door. "What!" exclaimed the girl, entering, "you have not yet put on your fine coat!" Carmen was dressed to go out, with parasol in her hand and bat on her head. Don Juan arose violently and like a surprised criminal. Without looking at her, he murmured: "Where are we Koine?" ';; THE DATE As Carmen sprang out of bed that morning she exclaimed with exuberant javety: "Today, today at last I am 20 years ;s old!" And she ran to the mlnror. She surely expected t o find her face tntire3y changed. The longing impa-tience of the little child, t he still stronger wishes of the grown up girl, the reading of romantic verses and intaatic stories everything confcribntecll its share setting forth in magic brightness that so ardently longed for hour in her life. And without doubt she was now sur-prised not to find a radiant glory crown-ing her head, except thf blonde braids which forme a halo about her forehead. Then she raised her eyes, and while 4he rested her gaze upon a picture that hung on the wail under a wreath of everlastings shj could not suppress the words: "How beautiful mamma was! We do look very much alike." Indeed, the countenance of the young .and beautiful woman, inclosed by the frame, and that ot the c"harming maiden resembled each other like two sisters of the same age. The expression of the face, the childlike, undecided glance, gave the dead almost tho appearance of a younger sister, and a perpetual smile seemed to play abont hr lips. "I am as beautiful as she," Carmen continued, without taking her eyes from the picture; "only it is noticeable that I have a more decided character. Of course, for have I not been the head and mistress of our house so lon$ now? And if any one should perhaps not take me for such, just let him ask papa. But there, I chatter, and he ia certainly ex-pecting me." Carmen hastily completed her toilet, gracefully grasped the train of her morn-ing dress, and quickly left her room, to go to that of her father. ' Don' Jnan Crieostamo Lopez had just at this moment finished shaving. His face resembled that of a priest, gentle and good. With a little comb that he always carried with him he had once more combed hie gray peruke that pe-ruke, so inseparable from bis personality, with which Don Juan Crisostomo had covered his head ever since years ago he had passed some time on the island of Cuba, where an obstinate fever had shat-tered his health and robbed him of his hair. ; , "Carmen!" exclaimed Don Juan on hearing the noise of the door, and he turned with : open arms toward his daughter. He pressed her tenderly to his heart and murmured: "Yes, she is the living picture of her mother. Poor Consuelo! From me she has not one feature! But is there a bet-ter balsam for my wound? For does not her charming being, with all her beauty and grace, return to me in this child, so blonde and sweet, that she left behind in the cradle when she stepped down into the grave?" "Listen, little rogue," said he Immedi-ately thereupon. "You must not think that I have forgotten this day. Yonder en the table lies the present." Quickly Carmen released herself from his embrace and ran to the spot men-tioned. A pretty little cose stood on the marble slab. Carmen opened it and ," showed her delight. "Ah, what a precious ring! A ruby net in diamonds." "It is a memento of your mother," aid Don Juan, whose eyes filled with tears. "I often heard her say that she intended one day to present it to you. It must be one of the ornaments of her girlhood, for I' did not give it to her. Put it on your finger." Then they went to the dining room and breakfasted in the happiest mood. The southern sun, that floods with its golden rays the coasts ' of Malaga, where father and daughter are living, danced in the bottles and glasses and drew vivid flashes from the stones of the ring. Car-men did not take her eyes from them, now taking the ring off, now putting it n, as 6he examined it closely. Suddenly she exclaimed:, "Ah! my Godt I have broken itl Do look, papa! But no! It can be opened like a medallion; and there is a date on it, too: 18 Wait" She cleansed the ring with a few drops of water, and after she had carefully rubbed it the date shone forth clearly and plainly. ;"Jnne 2, 1866. Does not this date re-mind you of anything, papa?" "Jnne 2, 1866?" repeated Don Juan, and dropped his fork. "No! O yes! in June, 1888, 1 was in Cuba. You have made a mistake, little one. Let, let me see." ' . Carmen gave him the ring. Don Juan read the date, and a slight pallor covered his face. . Then, shrugging his shoulders and smiling, he exclaimed: "Nothing! nothing! some forgotten tonivorsary, perhaps entirely without significance." But no one knew better than he with what zealous care he had collected . all the reminiscences of the life of that wo-n.a-whom he idolized in his memory, and which he treasured there as faitfi. fully as one treasures the ashes of a be-loved creature in a sealed urn. He could rot, therefore, calm himself, notwithstanding the great effort he made to control himself. , Without saying an-other word, he arose from the table, and, after he was out of Carmen's presence, lie hurried to hia room in search of sohV tude, there to solve all the questions that tre rising in his troubled brain. jSo; he could not harbor the least u against .Consuelo. It must be a mistake. Who knows? It was not t all therefore from any misgiving that Don Jnan turned to that little cof--. 'WJJiSijsei3:ed.uall..theletJexsof "Why, to the cemetery, papa, as every year." Soon he was ready and the two started on their way. On the street Carmen felt how her father's arm trembled in hers. Don Juan was talking to himself. "What are you saying, papa?" Carmen asked him. "I am counting." "Paces?" "No, months." "But, my God, I have never seen you like this. Of what are you thinking?" They entered the cem8tery, and pro-ceeded to their family graves. Before Don Jnan opened the gate, he stood still for a moment and viewed the individual stones. ' Two names were inscribed on them: Manuel Antonio Lopez, ship ensign, died on the ocean, July 11, 1867, and Consuelo Arias de Lopez, died May 6, 1868. There were two other stones on the same bury-ing plot that were awaiting their inscrip-tions, Don Juan sank his head and knelt down. Carmen was already accustomed to those gloomy meditations. She left him, therefore, undisturbed, passed to and fro in the little garden that surrounded the graves, touched up the flowers and rib-bons of the wreaths, and added fresh ones. But when about twenty minutes later she saw that her father still did not move, she called him with a soft voice. Don Jnan did not answer. "Poor papa!" said Carmen, "he loved her so much!" She again went away and read the in-scriptions on the long rows of graves. When she returned her father was in the same bent attitude, his forehead al-most touching the earth. Already a few curious persons were observing him. Carmen felt a little ashamed on ac-count of this strange manifestation of his great sorrow and approached him, saying: "But, papa, you will take cold. It is time to return home. Comer' Don Juan did not move. He resembled a statue. Curmen tonched his shoulder and then he arose. His face was covered with a. deep pallor and his eyes reflected the bewilderment of insanity. - He arose mechanically from the earth, extended his arms as if towards a vision and murmured: "Consuelo! Consuelo! 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All women are in league against the bachelor the married women from sym-pathy with their unmarried sisters and the unmarried from a desire to lessen the number of Spinsters. With this league against him, offensive and defensive, the unmarried man may find peace in heaven, but he can scarce hope to find happiness on earth this side of marriage. How-ere- r, once married, all the bachelor's troubles aro over. He is no longer the subject of interested or designing atten-tionsexcept the attentions which pro-ceed from love. True, the bachelor be-comes on his marriage, if not an object of commiseration to the knowing ones, an object of comparative indifference to all women but one: but the superior love of that one atones for all, and his added dignity and completeness as a man and citizen make him wonder how he pre-viously existed, as one-ha- lf a pair of scissors without the other half. Wo-man's Cycle. An Eog'lsliman on the Bowery. A cockney went into a cheap restau-rant on the Bowery, one of those places that have been aptly called beaneries. He sat down and adjusted his monocle and beckoned to a waiter, who came for-ward. He was in his shirt sleeves and a dirty towel was slung across his arm. He scowled at the stranger. "Well!!" "Aw, waitah, dontcherno, I want a brace of chops, an' a poached egg, an some buttered toast, an' a mug of 'alf an' 'alf, an', aw, waitah, I want a napkin, also." The man with the dirty towel over his arm moved back a step or two, put bis band to his mouth, and yelled to ths cook in the kitchen: "Soy, Chimmie, tell der band to play 'God Save der Queen;' der Prince of Wales is come." Marshall P. Wilder. A King Dethroned. A well known mad doctor has just died at Vienna. Professor Leedesdorff was the great king dethroner. No other med-ical man has had so large an experience. When, in 1876, Sultan Mourad the Fifth was to be deposed and Abdul Aziz set up on the throne, the professor was sent for to Constantinople, examined his royal patient, and promptly declared him mad. There was no appeal from that decision. Later on, when Louis the Second of Ba-varia was getting unusually eccentric, his ministers sent to Vienna for the pro-fessor. Sometimes he would be sent foi to Petersburg. The Romanoff family had failings, and the professor had to give his verdict. San Francisco Argo-naut. A New Invention. A nickel-in-the-sl- machine in Boston confronts the equestrian who alights at the sidewalk with the legend written across its front: "Drop a nickel in the slot and I'll hold your horse." Ho pute in the nickel and the iron hands uuclasp the bridle rein is dropped into them and they close again. There you are. The horse is held. The rider goes off about his busiuess. In half an hour he returns. There is the machine and there is the horse. But the first legend has disap-peared and in its place is the inscription in characters of living light: "Give me a quarter and I'll let him go." Cor. Chi-cago Herald. ;t of Treating Tfaler. Water is one of the hardest of all sub-stances to heat. This furnishes a good illustration of the law of the conserva-tion nnd transformation of forces. To raise one pound of water one degree in a minute is required a heat which, if ap-plied to an engine, would raise 772 pounds of water or any other substance one foot high. To raise eighty-si- x pounds one degree ill a minute would be equivalent to raising eighty-si- x times 772 pounds to the height of one toot in a minute. Washington Post. A Chemisl'i Feat. A foreign chemist lately performed quite a feat. The explosion and fire at Antwerp reduced to acharred mass abun--s of 1,000 florin Austrian obligations. Without presentation in some identifi-able form there could be no payment. The iuieriled obligations were given to the chemist, and he succeeded in separ-ating the whole of them and finding out the numbers, and upon his report the money was paid. Exchange. A VFl8e Demurrer. ' It is related of Bishop P that he ' was once taken to task by a few of his denominational brethren on the charge of exhibiting a conceit of himself at vari-ance with the spirit of humility. "It is not conceit," said the bishop, with that ponderous bearing that silenced opposition "it is not conceit, brethren; it is the consciousness of superiority." Harper's Bazar. And of Yard Width. " Salesman This is a very fine grade of cotton and very cheap. Old Mrs. Fussabout H'm. Are you quite sure it's all woolf Dry Goods Chron-lul- e. The number or rareweu dinners givfen to Toole, the very popular English come-diu- n, in London, was remarkable. The actresses, being denied admission to the dinner given him by his professional brothers, organized one for themselves, and carried it out with great magnifi-cence, Mr; Toole being the only maa present. Ellon Terry presided. ( |