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Many are the institutions in New York for the relief of suffering hu- manity, and stately edifices, replete with every appliance which medical skill and science can devise, rear their fronts in proud consciousness of the good work done within their walls. But there is an institution in that city which caters to dogs. The surgeon in charge has his kennels full of suffer- ing animals. In a lofty and well-ventilated room on the ground floor are kennels con- taining dogs that are.suffering from contagious diseases. This ward is practically the quarantine ward and its inmates are too sick to do more than feebly wag their tails in re- sponse to cheery greetings. On the second floor are wire cages, where are mastiffs, Japanese spaniels, St. Ber- . nards, collics, setters and bull terriers. Several saucy fox terriers prance around in their cages yelpingly and beseech freedom. One of the set- ters, however, does not prance around. The “poor old chap” is recov- ering from an operation for the remov- al of a big tumor which weighed four pounds. The tumor was on his back, and the operation lasted for nearly half an hour. In another cage is a cocker spaniel, who was shot seven times by a drunk- en man in a saloon in Hohoken. The spaniel playfully bit the man, and the man seized the little dog by the neck and pumped seven bullets at him. They, however, glanced off the dog’s head, inflicting scalp wounds only. The dogs in the hospital do not look like invalids. On the contrary, they are hearty and lusty, but appearances are deceitful. The mange is the chief disease treated, and it is stuborn in its resistance. Follicular mange is the dis- ease, and it takes time and trouble to cure. Sometimes some poor dog can- not be cured of his troubles, so he is mercifully killed. A dose of morphine is placed in his midday meal, and when he gets drowsy a hyperdomic in- jection of prussic acid is given to him. The dogs at the hospital lead a very regular life. The convalescents break- fast at 7 o’clock a. m., have luncheon at noon, and supper at 6 o’clock. The real invalids are dieted, and their meal hours are naturally irregular. One of the features of the hospital is an exercising machine. This is built on the treadmill pattern. Domino, a Caniche poodle, is in love with this machine, and never loses an opportu- nity to race upon it. One night the dog traveled about a league on the rolling board, and yelped with disap- pointment when an attendant yanked him off. VANITY OF A BEAUTY. Reminiscences of a Most Charming Phila- delphia Coquette. Stories of celebrated beauties are circulated long after the beauty has become only a remembrance, and are often as interesting as anecdotes of great geniuses. They are quite as likely to show the frailty of human nature, says the Boston Herald. “My Uncle John,” says a relative of one of the people interested in this . story, “was a childhood friend of the beautiful Miss Emily Schomberg of Philadelphia. She was a wonderfully beautiful woman. I have seen painted portraits of her, and nothing said in praise of her beauty could be too strong. My uncle as a young man went to Paris to study his profession, and coming home brought with him a young Spaniard with whom he had been acquainted. It was at a ball when the Spaniard was first intro- duced to Miss Schomberg. She was one of her own most appreciative ad- mirers, and received as her due the compliments of the young foreigner, which were made in the eflusive manner of his country. ‘Bring your friend to call, John,” she said, gracious- ly, tapping my uncle on the shoulder with a fan. ‘He says I’m beautiful. But even you, who have known me so long, do not appreciate ,my chief beauty. Come tomorrow morning at 11 o’clock and see if I am not right.’ “The young men were on hand promptly. The servant ushered them into the reception room, where the young beauty sat. The meaning of her somewhat enigmatical remark was made plain. The young lady did. not rise to receive her guests, and as they approached they saw two small bare .feet resting upon the deep, sapphire—blue velvet cushion, which brought out more fully their delicate beauty. The skin was like eruislte white satin, and the nails like pol- ished seashells. They were very beau- tiful, my uncle said—absolutely with- out‘ blemish. Only a woman inordi- nately vain could have given such an unconventional exhibition.” Children Tree Two Bears. Archie Paige, 12 years old, and his sister Nora, 14 years old, who live in the hills about, two miles back. of Westbrookville, a hamlet northeast of Port Jervis, N. Y., went in the woods on Saturday. Their dog started a mother bear and her cub. ,The dog chased the bears a long way, worried them, and, finally drove them up a tree. ' The children had no weapons, but they followed the dogs and enjoyed the sport. They went to the farm "house of Mr. NatiOn, on whose lands the bears were freed, and asked him to come out with his gun, but Nation paid no attention to their request. Night came on, and Archie and Nora remained on guard with their dog, which kept up its barking. When morning dawned the trio were still there, and the bear and cub still sat in the high branches of the tree. They got word " to Westbrookville event- ually, and John Brown, a a old hunter went“ out and shot the bears. w nnKLr -; l , Secretary Stanton’s room. L LI HUNG CHANG AND 1-115 MOTHER. The Viceroy Petitioned the Emperor that He Might be Present at Her Death. The greatest of living Chinamen, uhe‘vicerojglLi-Hung Chang, is a model son, according to Chinese ideas. Gen. John W. Foster, in a recent article. gives some interesting extracts from the correspondence of the famous Li with the empress regents of China in 1882. Li’s mother, an old lady of eighty-three, was seriously ill, and he requested leave of absence to visit her, his petition, according to custom, be- ing written in the third person. “Memorialist has sent his son, Ching- tong, to Hupeh to wait on his mother with food and medicine in his stead, but a letter which he has just received informs him that she is afflicted with a continual cough, and cannot take food and drink in any quantity. She is old, and is breaking up; and the thought of her absent son continually recurs to tier, and makes her illness more dan- gerous. ‘ . “When memorialist heard this his heart burned with anxiety, and his sleep and his. food were worthless to him. And since the day in the spring of 1870 when he bade her farewell, thirteen years ago, he has never seen his mother’s face. “A man has a long lifetime, it is said. to spend in his country’s service, and but a short term of years in which he can serve his parents; and now that the illness from which his mother has long been suffering still continues unabated. memorialist all night long tosses about in his trouble, and not for a single moment is his mind at rest. ' “This [a month’s leave] will enable him to make a rapid journey to Wu- chang to visit his mother and to be a witness of her recovery, and to satisfy in some slight, degree the feelings of affection which, as the jay for its par- ent bird, he entertains for her. What bounds would then be set to his grati- tude for such signal kindness on the part of their majestiesl” This petition the regents granted; but meanwhile news arrived of the old lady’s death, whereupon Li resigned all his offices and asked leave to retire for three years, according to custom, to mourn for her. AN IM PORTANT M ESSAGE. A Story from a Telegraph Operator Dur- ing the War. On the morning of April 3, 1865, the most important message that ever flashed along a wire came to the office at Washington. It was the news that Richmond had fallen, and that the War of the Rebellion was at an end. It seems that shortly after 9:30 in the morning the Washington and Cherry- stone operators along the line of the Fortress Monroe and City Point'wire were startled at what seemd a fool- ish demand from Fortress Monroe, “To turn down for Richmond, quick.” The signal for Richmond was an- swered promptly—never more prompt- ly. Then came the question: “Do you get me well?” ‘iI do; go ahead.” “All right. Here’s the first message for four years.” . The message was as follows: , Richmond, Va., April 3, 1865. Hon. E. M. Stanton, Secretary of War. We entered Richmond at 8 o’clock this morning. G. WEITZEL. Brigadier-General Commanding. The operator who took this message was \Villiam E. Kettles, then fifteen years old. The story of that event is told in a little volume of telegraph tales by W. J. Johnson. Kettles said that he remembered starting up from his chair andupsetting inkstand and instrument, kicking over a tin that sat at the fireplace in order to make a noise; of rushing for General Eckert’s room, where sat President Lincoln and Mr. Tinker, the cipher clerk, talking in a low tone. As Kettles was about to hand the message to Tinker the President caught sight of the body of the words, and with one motion and two strides message and President dis- appeared out of sight on the way to In fifteen minutes later rumors of the fall of Richmond had been sent far and wide over the country-Detroit News-Trib- une. Gold in Nicarauga. Geologists and mineralogists are speculating on the gold deposits of Nicaragua. Mining has been carried on in Nic- aragua for centuries in a desultory manner. Nearly four centuries ago, directly after the Spanish freebooters under Cortez overran Central Ameriv'“ ca, Spanish expeditions ascended the Wauko (or Segovia River) into the rich territory of Segovia, robbing and plundering the aboriginal or native mining settlements of that section, re- turning laden with gold, so the legends go. There is, however, no historical data sufficiently reliable to follow. No Gov- ernment record is kept of the present output of gold, which is considerable. 0n the Pacific side of the main range there have been heavy operations car- ried on for many years with English capital, and large mills are running steadily on gold ores, nothing but “free milling” ores being treated. The region in Northeastern Nicara- gua is a wilderness unoccupied by man, and neither the Nicaraguan Gov- ernment nor its citizens, have even a vague conception of its great undevel- oped wealth in valuable minerals, metals, timber, and agricultural lands. . \Vhat Prevented Her. . Deaf mute lover (speaking through finger signs)—Please sing for me, dear est. Deaf mute leved one (ditto, regret- fully)—l can't dear; I haven SOX'E :lrun: b.—Judgc. ,5" crew A L K - LG 'A_4,Z The happiness oi married life dependt on the wife’s health oftener than on any other one considera- tion. An ailing wo man is a source of discontent to hersell and a burdcn’and drag upon her hus- band. Women by taking more interest in their own phys ical condition would lay the best founda- tion for married hap- piness and every other happiness. More than half the . suffering which sap: the energies and soars the disposition of women is directl traceable to_ some disor- der of the organs istinctlyfeminine. There is no real need of such troubles; they are invariably cured by Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription, which reaches and strengthens the internal generative organs as no other treatment can possibly do. By.restorin. health and strength to this most important part of the feminine constitution, the “Fa. vorite Prescription” gives new tone and en- ergy to all the rest of the body. . One of the most deeply interesting and truly educative books ever written 18 the “People’s Common Sense Medical Ad. viser,” by Dr. R. V. Pierce, .ChIEf Consult- ing Physician of the Invalids’ Hotel and Surgical Institute, Bufl'alo, N. X. This s lendid volume of 1098 pages, includes ninety pages on the sub ect of diseases pe- culiar to women, with irections for home treatment, rendering unnecessary the em- barrassing “examinations,” and generally useless ° local treatment,” so dreaded by modest women. The book .contains the most comprehensive explanation of human hysiology and the rational pnncrples .of hygiene ever published. Illustrated with over 300 engravings—a complete medical library in one volume. No other medical book in the English language ever had such an enormous sale. 680,000 copies were sc 1d at $1.50 each. Dr. Pierce is now distnh uting a new free edition of half a million copies. A copy will be sent absolutely free to anyone who will send to the World’s Dispensary Medical Association, Bufl‘alo N. Y., 21 one-cent stamps to pay cost oi mailing only. The present edition is in all respects the same as that sold at $1.50 ex- cept only thatit is bound in strong manilla paper seven instead of cloth. 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Factory: Pacific St. Stamford. ( ' ern, A SHCWMAN’S STRATAGEM. It. Stopped a Little Game “’hich \VM Getting Monotonous. "Your story about calling for a doe tor in the circus.” said a retired show- man to 9. Cleveland “'Plaindealcr” re- porter, “reminds me of the way we broke up a nuisance in a good—sized Pennsylvania town. I'was on the road 7 , with a farce comedy company, and‘ we put in two weeks at the town in question, there being a big militafy encampment there,‘ and a county fair to boot. . “We drew good houses all through the engagement, and were booked for an early return. I don’t think we had been there more than one night before the doctor nuisance began. There would come a hurried messenger freni the box office to the- stage manager, with a request that he ask if Dr. Bo luslus', or whatever his name hap pened to be, was in the house, and if he was to send him to the box office at once. Of course, the stage manager couldn’t very well refuse, and general attention was directed to the medical man, much to his satisfaction. We. soon found out that the doctors who were so much in demand were very small medical fry, and there wasn’t a doubt that they had themselves called for in order to secure the consequent notoriety. Well, we stood it for a few nights, and then an idea occurred to me. I took a walk up the main street. until I came to a certain sign hanging over a stairway. I‘went up to the of- fice indicated, and had a brief inter- view with its inmate, ending it by handing him reserved scat tickets. “That evening, immediately after the first act, and before any messenger from the box office had a chance to ar— rive, I stepped out in front of the cur- tain and held up my hand. Then in my gravest tones I asked: “Is Dr. Chizziold in the house?” “Immediately a very tall colored man with a bushy white head and huge silver-mounted spectacles, arose in the audience and said. “ ‘Heah I is, sah!” The audience tittered, but I kept my gravity. “You are wanted at the box office at once, doctor, in a case which' requires your immediate professional atten- tion.” “As the aged darkey ducked to me and hobbled from the room, the audi~ ence broke into a wild roar. “Perhaps you will understand the cause of their merriment when I add that the old man was a corn doctor, and probably the best known eccentric character in town. “Well, there was no more doctors called for from that stage during our engagement.” ”McKinley and the Reporter. It is related of McKinley that dur- ing one of his political campaigns, he was followed about from place to place by a reporter of a paper of op- position politics—one of those shrewd, persistent fellows who are always at work, quick to see an opportunity and skilled in making the most of it. Mc- Kinley, while he was annoyed by the misrepresentation to which he was al- most daily subjected, could not help admiring the skill with which he was assailed. His admiration, too, was mixed with compassion, for the re- porter was ill, poorly clad and had an annoying cough. One night McKin- ley took a closed carriage for a nearby town where he was going to speak. .It was near the end of the campaign and the night was cold. He had not gone far when he heard that cough and knew that the reporter was riding with the driver in the exposed seat. The Major called to the driver to stop and alighted. “ Fret down from that seat, young man!” he said. The reporter obeyed, thinking that the time for the Major’s vengeance had come. “Here,” said McKinley, taking off his overcoat, “you put on this overcoat and get into that carriage.” “But, Major McKinley,” said the re- porter, “I guess you don’t know who I am. I have been with you the whole campaign, giving it to you every time you spoke, and I’m going to-night to rip you to pieces if I can.” _ “I know- it,” said McKinley, “but you put on this coata and get inside and get warm, so you can do a good job.” The reporter obeyed and McKinley shut the door and climbed up beside the driven—Columbus Dispatch. Patsy Took it Bilin’. Patsy had been in the country only a few days and had not recovered from the effects of his ocean voyage. He complained of a headache and his sympathetic aunt finally decided to give him a seidlitz powder. She got two glasses and put the contents of the blue packag'e into one and emptied the white package into the other. “Now hold your mouth open,” said his aim holding the glasses, one in each hand. Young Patsy opened a spacious cav- displaying two fine rows of molars, and with a dexterous motion his aunt mixed the contents of both glasses and poured the seidlitz powder into his face. He splattered and coughed and ran about the room. “Well, how did you like it?” asked his aunt, smilingly, when he had re- covered somewhat. “I wudn’t ha’ minded it so much if ye hadn’t give it ter me whin it wuz bilin,” he gasped between chokes. It cured Patsy’s headache, however. A New Anaesthetic.—Sue——I .don’t see how you ever had the nerve to have your tooth pulled before a whole class of dental students. Did you scream? . . ' Mayme—I don’t know whether Idid or not. As soon as the professor tackled the tooth those horrid stu- dents set up their college yell and scared me so that I don’t even know. whether it hurt.-Indianapolis Jour- nal. '
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