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Show rr . .1 r, r Sir THE WORLD VOL. IV. AMERICAN FORK, UTAH, SATURDAY, JUNE HIS SORROW IS GREAT A MAN Th llru,Nl Vsalt Kvur ErMlad, (id Quick ud DmhI Oecnpsnt. Claim It WHO LIVES TOMB. to CvantM With Hla Und IN A Dcagh-- a ET those who seek not knowledge past by this grave, but those who fain would learn the secret of life In death descend ! The above re- markable rfCfSsSy tion Is engraved on a huge slab of black marble at the entrance to the strangest tomb In the clvllxed world. It is in the Greek cemetery at Bucharest, and visitors are free to accept the invitation to enter. At certain hours every day the visitor is sure to encounter the quick as well as the dead inside the tomb. It stands over the remains of Julia Has-dea gifted young authoress, who died six years ago. Her father. Prof. Hasden, of the University of Bucharest, bas spent several hours of each day ever alnce by the coffin of his beloved daughter. But he does not mourn her as one lost to him forever. He believes Implicitly that he receives frequent communications from her, and ften he surprises his fellow professors and friends by repeating sode remark, which, in perfect good kith, he says his daughter made ,to iilm that day or the day before. The tomb is notAhe gruesome place which the word .usually implies. The floor is of black' and white marble, and the sides are of the purest white marble, liyUld with inscriptions in letters of. gold. The, tomb was constructed, the professor declares. In accordance with plans outlined to him by his daughter after her death. Acting on suggestions from her additional inscriptions and decorations have been added from time to time. For instance, on a block of polished black marble some lines of music are n, believe to be the old gentlemans da lusion, many Inscribe the most teaching expressions of sympathy. Suck are found In every language in Europe. It must not be supposed that Prof Hasden has been made Insane through grief. He is a man of learning and good Judgment, but he could not bi convinced that he does not receive dally communications from his daughter. And since in that belief lies hit greatest solace, none would try to rob him of it Most people believe It to be a delusion, but a harmless one. Spirituallts think the communications are really received, and take them as additional proof of their theory. r.per Underclothing. The Japanese are now making underclothing of their finely crisped or grained paper. After the paper has been cut to a pattern, the different parts are sewed together and hemmed and the places where the buttonholes are to be formed are strengthened with calico or linen. The stuff is very strong and at the same time very flexible. After a garment has been worn a few hours it will interfere with the transpiration of the body no more than do garments made of fabric. The stuff is not sized, nor is it impermeable. After becoming wet the paper is difficult to tear. When an endeavor is made to tear it by hand it presents almost as much resistance as the thin skin used for making gloves: Answers. Founder of German Kant Africa. Carl Peters, the German who has done more than any other man to give his country the doubtful glory of a colonial empire, appears at present to be in disgrace with his government, for reasons that are not obvious. He was high in favor during the opening of the Baltic Canal, and in the many talks I had with him I was much impressed by his knowledge and his vigorous manner of presenting it He is the founder of German East Africa, and it was he who fitted out the German expedition for the relief of Emin Pasha. Of course in Germany he vigorously abused all things English, especially when they conflicted with the interests of colonial Germany. But aside from this pardonable political humbug, no man knows England better, or appreciates her services in Africa more highly, than Carl Peters. He CROSS OF THE LILIES. shall not go I would rather ace you dead at my GU feet 'I shall go, fath- er some day. And so ehe went out of bis life. He was an old Puritan grim, ascetic, dead to all pleasure and amusement. There were but three things for him: hla 'Bible, hie sword and hla daughter. He had laid aside hla aword, for he wee growing old; but the Bible was always by him, and he loved to interpret it in hla own harsh fashion. And then hie daughter but she had gone. She was young and beautiful, panting for all that makes life sweet and grateful for love, triumph, for tbe applause of thousands. She had resolved to be an actress and to have them alL She was stifled in that ugly, square house in Scotland. The dull unending moors overwhelmed her. The cold grey stones of her home crushed out all her life. She longed for the glare and glitter of some great city. So one day she disappeared, and James Gordon was left alone with hie Bible. He uttered no reproach, but his grim mouth seemed to close more tirmly, while the lines grew deeper on his rugged face. The neighbors were disappointed at hie apathy. They mentioned hie daughters name to him, in the hope of arousing some emotion or torrent of abuse. But he merely half rose from hie chair and looked at them. They were silent, and left him. So a year passed away, and ho began to grow weary of sky and moor. He sat all day In his oaken chair, with his hand on the Bible. Meanwhile Ruth Gordons name was on everyone's lips in London. Her beauty had brought her all she had ever dreamed, more than she could ever have hoped. It was the last night of the burlesque wherein she made herself famous. The house was crowded, and ehe excelled bsrseifTia every song and dance. At tbe close of the piece the stage was covered with bouquets from admirers from men she knew and men who wished to be known to her. She stood amid a bank of flowers, and bowed to the thunders of applause. She was a queen, for that night at least. Then, when the curtain had gone down for tbe last time, she picked up one or two of the offerings and want off to the dressing room. Une aha hell In her hand had attracted her by Its uncommon shape and condition. It waa n d cross of white lilies. She threw it contemptuously on her table, and pressed the other tbe gilt of n young Earl to her llpe. Who dared eend me that shabby thing? ahe said to her dresser, and then picked It up, from aheer curlos- half-fade- EVERY DAY THE FATHER SITS FOR HOURS IN H13 DAUGHTER'S TOMB. inscribed in gold letters, aud they are believed by him to constitute a melody composed by the girl in the spirit slate. The airtight casket has a sliding glass head cover, and, pushing it back, the doting father ran sit and look at the face of his child. The fresh air and sunshine stream in through the open doors, and with them come the perfume of sweet flowers, and the glad carols of the song birds. There is no suggestion of gloom, and there the old professor passes hie leisure hours, often taking his coffee and smoking his cigarette there while he talks to hla dead child. In the afternoon his wife sometimes joins him. and they then walk home together. Visitor come and am welcome. A largo album la provided for them to register their names In, and respecting wbat they is Just now In London fitting out another African expedition, about which he throws considerable mystery. He deserves success, for he has great physical strength combined with mental equipment of the first order. He has traveled in every part of tbe world, and has a mind ready to acknowledge what le good In different systems. It ia melancholy to reflect that this man, only forty years old, and who yet has lived long enough to see the German flag carried into tbe heart of Africa thanks to his courage and enterprise that such a man should be by Germany turned adrift, while the colonial office in Berlin is lumbered up with a set of bureaucratic pedagogues, the whole volume of whose learning and training is practically valueless. Harper Weekly. POINTED HER FINGER IN SILENCE, ity, tosee the name of tbe man who had ventured to offer It She dropped it, and uttered a cry of urprlse and pleasure, then picked it up again and kissed it passionately. The label read: "To my daughter. Come home. 1 am angry no more. Truly it was the happiest day of her life a triumph and reconciliation. She left for Scotland that night. How slowly the train crawled on through the darkness! She could not sleep, and she watched the lighted towns go by one by one until tbe dawn. Then the train dashed through the misty wilds of Cumberland, past streams and heather and moors, and at last she waa in her own land, flying through the Scots Lowlands, thundering across tbe great Forth bridge, and Ita rival that spans the broad waters of the Tay. She drew near her home and the scenery became more familiar: every spot she passed was bright with memories of childhood. The train slowed down and stopped. NO. 29. 11), 181)7. She got out, left her luggage at the station, and walked towards her home. In ten minutes ahe had reached the house. It looked more cold and grey than ever after the brilliance of Loudon. She hammered at the door, waited for a minute or two, and then struck It again. Presently faint ihuflllng footsteps sounded In the hall, the dooi opened elowly, and Jeanale, the old servant, confronted her. She threw herself on the old woman neck and kissed her withered cheeks. My father," eh cried. "Is he well? 0, I am eo happy, Jeannle. And she tried to pass her, but the old woman stood in the way, the teare rolling down her face. The girl shivered In her rich sables and stepped back. Jeannle, Jeannle, what is it? Let me by," she cried, and pushing her aside, she rushed Into the dark dining room, where her father was wont to sit The oaken chair waa empty, but the Bible lay on the table open at the book of Ruth. One passage was marked with a blue pencil. It waa the verse beginning: Entreat me not to leave Tbe blue pencil had dropped thee. to the floor. Jeannle had followed her into the room with tottering steps. "Where ia my father, Jeannle? Does he not expect me? "Come awe; he la not here. Not here? "He la not here, I tell ye, shrieked the old woman. "Come awa, and clutching hold of the girl, she tried to drag her from the room. Ruth shook off her feeble hold and turned upon her like n tigress. "Where is he? What have you done to him? she fried. The old woman moaned to herself, then crawled to the window. There was a distant view of the klrkyard on the side of the purple hill. The setting sun fell on the white stones and they glittered like stars. She pointed her klnny finger in silence and then croaked: "Yonder, yonder, yonder." The girl looked out, straining her eyes to see the beloved form. When the white stonee flashed on her sight, the awful truth began to dawn on her. "Yonder, she muttered, almost unconsciously. Then she. broke into i wild laugb, and flung herself Into a ebair. She read tbe marked passage, and laughed again, still more wildly. "So I killed him, Jeannle, I killed him, and he how much did he pay you, Jeannle, to do this thing? All hie wealth? It Is welL It was not toe much for a deed like this. "Stay, Mlesle, stay, ahe whined, putting her fingers to her ears to shut out Ye shall have it the terrible voice. a. I am auid, and the money 1 could-n- a help !L "Keep it; It la accursed. I would not But the touch It if I were starving. cross, woman, the cross, the cross ol lilies? "It waa his orders, she whimpered. "It was O. the pulr bairn, the pulr bairn. "It was what? the girl said hoarsely, rising from the chair and gripping the old woman by the arm. "Speak you old hag, speak. "It was from his grave. Black ana White. World's Supply of According to the best sources of information, the world's supply of cotton in 1895 aggregated 18,200.000 bales, or 7.280.000.- 000 pounds. Of this immense crop 10.50U.000 bales were produced in the United States; 2,000,000 in India and 634,000 in Egypt. The remaining baton were produced in the varloue parts of the globe. In different countries different standards of measurement obtain, and in no two countries is the weight of a bale of cotton exactly the same. The American bale averages 450 pounds, tbe Indian bale 400 pounds,, and the Egyptian bale 717 pounds. Some idea of the vast extent of the world's cotton area may bo gathered from the fact that in the United States alone It covers over 20,000,000 acres. In 18.10 the world's total output of cotton aggregated only 636.000,000 pounds or eleven times less than in 1895. Within a single decade, however, the product almost doubled, amounting In 1840 to 1.192,000.000 pounds. Since then tho world's product has been as follows: 2,391,000.000 pounds in I860, 4.039.000.- 000 pounds In 1880, and in 1895. From these figures some idea of the vast Importance of the cotton plant a a factor In the worlds growth and progress may be obtained. A YOUNG HEROINE, Vhe Keyed llfr Brother's Ufa ei ?! Ci liar Owe. She lived In Plaeer county, Callfoiw 5 , nia, not far from where the pretty, town of Auburn now standi, for, happened many year ago. In tbe early I ..; 60s, and I suppose that few now there have siding any recollections, the affair, aays the San Francisco Call i j The family, conalatlng of her father, . miner; her mother and a little broth-- 1" er, dwelt in small shanty erected un--T 'L der cover of a convenient ledge. Thai'' shanty was a miserable structure f..L' two rooms, but It held what manya'c-grande- r Vi. Z's-- ' dwelling failed to contain loving household. The mother lay slak f with the fever and Carmen, then a girl of 12, performed the drudgery of tb t house. Her little brother, a romp of 5, was Carmena great responsibility. The father was away from early morning until late at night '' ; at his work and so the little hands of ' 12 found plenty to do. In common withthe custom of miners the father kept W a store of giant powder in the bouse, P which, in the present case, waa con- $ talned In a sack placed In an old box,--. . 't. that stood by the foot of tbe bed where lay the sick mniaer. The upper part V V of the shanty, under the eloping board roof, was utilized as a storage place for ' old dunnage and rubbish. One night V, the father was absent in tbs mine on night work. By some means the shanty took Are, probably from the cracked end defective chimney. Carmen awoke VJ to find that the roof was afire and eparke dropping down. Springing up, she loudly cried awaken her mother and Tommy,, bat; tbe little boy became frightened anff-hlhie head beneath the coven of hi, bed. Carmen sprung to lift him from hie bed when ehe saw tbe shOwef of eparke falling upon the powder box. .j fV. atRecognizing the awful danger tempted to leave tbe child for the mo , "V ment and earry out the powder,' but in her excitement ehe caught biff foot in the overhanging bertclothesand fpH'v.' to the floor, breaking her thigh boo. Unable to rise the brave girl crawled to the box of powder and, drawing herself up, covered the box with her body. The mother had by thi time succeeded in getting out of bed and outelde the now ' f furiously burning shanty and managed to take with her tbe little boy. .The crlee of Carmen, Oh, take Tommy out, wont you! turned for a time the mothers thought from her daughters danger. The lire had aroused some of the neighbors, who speedily ran to the burning ahanty and lent what aid they could. Carmen was discovered and removed. Her reecuere found her almost hidden beneath a mass of burning cinders, her beck frightfully burned. Ten- der hands bore her to a neighboring shanty, where all that could be done , to alleviate her suffering was eagerly bestowed. But human aid came too late. The brave little spirit lingered until the following day and then do--' parted for a brighter land. It was not known until after she recovered consciousness a short time before she died that she had broken her leg. Her last words were: "Kiss, me, Tommy, dear; Ive saved you, and Im so happy," W-V;- m curly-head- ed Y ; A . i ,he - -- . . . .. Blood PolMn and Innanltr. While the fullest credit should be given to the staff of this important Institution (the State Institute of Pathology), It Is but fair to state that tho study of toxaemia in connection with Insanity Is by no means a novelty, nor Is It the discovery of the enterprising young gentlemen (connected with that establishment) who have been credited therewith. Over a decade ago Salomon, RegiB and others recognised the toxle origin of mental disease, while so lea than ten others, among them Ilerter and Smith, have written extensively on tbe subject. Perhaps most credit should be given to Dr. Allan McLane Hamilton, whuse paper on Autotoxi 38 a Cause of Insanity waa read before the Medical Society of London In May last, and noticed In your London letter, a short time subsequently. In this pa- per, which contained much original research, tbe connection between toxao- mla and Insanity waa fully shown. New York Medical Record. To !! Haro Mrs. Peck Here a lawsuit in Kentucky because a man refused to pay for burying hla wife. She didnt live with, him. If that lant the querreet ease? Henry Peek I dont see as It was "I am going to do something In the so queer, Nancy. Why should a man literary line which will take better want to bury his wife if she didnt liv that Scotch dialect, remarked Mr. with him! Judge. Trenrhant Penn. Sealskins are originally of a light what te nr "I am going to write a story la baby drab color, but as found in the market talk. Harper's Bazar. are always dyed. te Vita Li' - 7,230,-000,0- 00 Kara K' . ' k 4 . 'i . ' . rA I ) t ' I ' - i f - |
