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Show On the tune day and hour, practically at the tame moment that Mark Twain died in Redding, Conn., an Aldemey-Hqlstein ealf wi. born on the farm of W. F. Walker, near AlburtU, Penn. The calf was brown like the Alderney, aave that it had a tip of white on the shoulder and all one side is white like that of a breed of German belted cattle. On this white there was a distinct bust of a man in brown, and a close inspection showed that it was a pronounced profile likeneaa of Mark Twain. The ealf waa thereby christened "Mark Twain." It in almost a eow now and the likeness haa grown more marked with the growth of the heifer. Popular Science publishes a photogravure of the heifer and the likeneaa is most striking. The trouble ia that now Mark Twain is gone and there ia no one to describe the phenomenon. ' Were Mark Twain here hs could write a prize short story on that theme-. ' He Would admit tha likeness, but plead innocence. inno-cence. He would charge an unnatural and shamv ful plagiarism on the part of that calf 'a mother. Ie might give a dissertation on the mystery of the transmigration of aoula. He might contrast the intellectual in-tellectual difference between the average Pennsylvania Pennsyl-vania man and the average Pennsylvania cow. He might describe how this Pennsylvania cow caught sight of a likeness of him and was illuminated by a atrange, unexplainable divine light. But Mark ia gone and no- wirelesa can bring bark from out the shadowa what he might have said. , |