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AID TO SECRETARY GARFIELD
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NATURE AS A SCULPTRESS.
COL.WILLIAM CORGAS.CLEANSER
OF PANAMA ZONE, HONORED.
0 ryr.<rM by Wnloa >'• <« tt.
William R. Wheeler, recently appointed assistant secretary of the depart-
ment of commerce and labcr.
THREE-TOED GOATS
TWO DISTINCT GROUPS OF ANI- ,
MALS ON CATALINA ISLAND.
New President of American Medical
Association Has Attained an In-
ternational Reputation Among
the Scientists.
Chicago.—Col. William C. Corses
whose work as chief sanitary officer of
the Panama canal zone and previous
work of like nature have been recog-
nized by the medical profession in his
election to the presidency of the
American Medical association, has at-
tained an international reputation
among scientists. He Is generally
given credit for the measures that
freed Havana of yellow fever and made
the canal zone, once considered one
of the deadliest spots in the world, as
! healthful as Illinois or Vermont.
Col. Gorgas is a native of the south.
I He was born in Mobile, Ala., October
3, 1854. His father was a leader in the
confederate army—Gen. Josiaii Gorges.
At the age of 21 Col. Gorgas was grad-
uated from the University of the
South, Sewanee, Tenn. He finished
his professional course four years
later at Bellevue hospital medical col-
lege, New York city, and became a
member of the house staff of the hos-
pital. After a few months of this
work he entered the army service.
His first appointment was as a lieuten
ant of the medical corps, in 1880. He
was sent to Fort Brown, Texas, where
he was the victim of an attack of yel
low fever. Misfortunes hare "been the
making of many men, and in the case
of Col. Gorgas personal experience
with the dread disease gave him an in-
terest in it that was destined to bear
i Important results for the good of the
' world.
One year after the appointment of
Lieut. Gorgas to the army service. Dr.
; Carlos Finlay, a practicing physician
in Havana, first brought to the notice
of the worid the theory that mos-
Waves of Ages Have Set Up Monument
to Washington in His Name State.
Seattle. Wash.—From the most
northwesterly point of the state which
bears the name of Washington, itseif
the most northwesterly in the Union,
a likeness of the father of his country
chiseled by nature through a multi-
tude of years, looks out across the
water to British territory, a silent war-
der of the nation's outpost. This great
sculptured rock upon the beach Is
such a replica of the profile of Wash-
ington that it might have been the
Jim Cradlebaugh, Head=Liner
By Wm. Hamilton Osborne
Origin of Herd It a Mystery—First
Family Believed by Some to
Have Been Brought by Span-
ish Soldiers.
Avalon. Catalina Island. Cal.—Two
remarkable discoveries have been
made recently regarding the wild
i have existed here at a period ante-
j dating that of the Spanish explorers.
| This fact would account for the sev-
j eral distinct species now found on the
island.
A recent classification divides them
into two main groups. The most com-
mon, the Capa montes, closely re-
semble the mountain goat of northern
Spain. It is slightly larger than the
ordinary sheep, the legs being longer
and more slender. A shaggy coat of
goats of Catalina. One is that there coarse black and white hair falls al-
are, In reality, two great families of most to the ground, surmounted bj-
goats on the island, and the other Is iong, slightly spiral horns, with a
that the goats of the interior Catalina spread in some specimens of three
have three toes Instead of the two feet.
common to all the goats known to The other and much scarcer species
naturalists In other lands. 1 is in some ways very like onr Rocky
Aside from this the orlgiu of the mountain goat, having the same long
animals has been determined with white hair and small black pointed
reasonable accuracy. nose. The horns are large and quite
Theories differ in accounting for the "at. tilting sharply backward from
mysterious origin of the wild goats, i 'he head, attaining a length of 28 to
The most widely accepted explanation, 32 Inches. This variety is usually
however, is that they were brought to found only In the more inaccessible
the island by the early Spanish navi- oortions of the island.
gators. Driven by the western gales Interbreeding with the Island sheep ,
their clumsy galleons were often Jtas produced several singular types.
forced to seek refuge here, and the he most interesting being a breed quitoes caused the spread of yellow
goats were Intended for a food supply 'ailed antelope goat. In shape it is fever. Maj. Ronald Ross of the Brit-
In these times of stress. very like the Indian antelope, Its long, ish-India medical service also discov-
Father Sebastian Anselmo, a Fran- , slender legs and dun color deceiving ered that malaria was also carried
ciscan priest, on the occasion of his even experienced hunters. Irom one person to another by the bite
visit here in 1628, records a native A feature peculiar to all varieties of the anopheles mosquito, and scien
feast at which wild goat was served, and one that places the Catalina goat lists began to awaken to the impor
This was roasted whole and seems to in a unique class is its third toe. This tance of systematic and thorough in
have been a favorite delicacy of the :s placed Just back of the usual two, vestlgatlon on this subject. Qol
aborigines. The bones were also forming a triangular hoof. Probably ~
fashioned into flutes, pipestems. dag- this was acquired as an extra aid to
gerB. forks, etc. Many specimens of overcome the difficulties due to the
this work have been found In the crumbling formation of the mountains
buried mounds of the island. From ■ and cliffs of the Interior. Goats
this fact many believe that goats may other lands have only two toes.
GORG4J
Washington Rock.
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A BOER SCOUT MAKES GOOD.
Man Who Slept on Cecil Rhodes' Tomb
Shows Worth.
Minneapolis. Minn.—Frank Clifford,
civil engineer, Boer scout, prospector,
adventurer—and as proof of this last
title, the man who alept on the tomb
of the late Cecil Rhodes In the Zam-
bezi mountains—is in Minneapolis.
He came in without any flare of
trumpets, in fact. Just how he got here
is material only to himself. He is
here and better satisfied with Minne-
apolis than any city he has yet seen
ThlB man, who has a most fascinating
life story, had the good fortune to
meet Staff Captain W. H. Gooding, and
Is now making temporary quarters at
the Salvation Army industrial home.
The meeting was fortunate, because
Clifford had allowed the cashier of a
Bridge Square restaurant to fill his
meal ticket with holes. His shoes
were already in the same condition,
and it looked as if the starry sky was
to be his coverlet. Instinctively Capt
Gooding sized Clifford up as a man
deserving of a boost.
The boost was given him. It was an
papers and over-
Gorgas made such an investigation in
Cuba.
Mosquitoes, according to the army
investigations, do not originate the
germs of either yellow fever or mala
ria, but carry both, after biting human
beings. The stegomyia insects are na
tives of India and the Philippines, but
the yellow fever organism has never
been taken into those countries, hence
the mosquitoes are not dangerous to
life or health there.
For his work in Havana Maj. Gorgas
his naturalization
come that point.
In addition to scouting through the was Promoted to colonel by special act
entire Boer war, during which he re- ' °' eongress in 1903. He was sent to
ceived three wounds, he acted as Panama zone as chief sanitary of
scout for the Boers in three Kaffir up- "cer. and March 4, 1907, was made a
risings. He speaks and writes four member of the Isthmian canal commis
Kaffir llngns. With his wife and three ,lon At Panama he proceeded to
children he left Johannesburg last No-
vember. His wife and family are at
present staying with a Boer farmer
near Cleveland, O. With the boost
given him he hopes to earn enough
soon to send for them and have them
join him in the city that "makes good."
RATS MADE OF CHINESE HAIR.
Ton of Pigtails of Deceased Mandarins
Received by Boston Dealer.
Boston.—A side light on what wo-
men wear in their hair when it comes
to dressing It a la mode for the "Mer-
ry Widow" hat came out here when I
the steamer Seneca, from China, i
steamed into port. In the cargo was
a ton of Chinamen's pigtails. It was
corslsned to a prominent Boston hair
Invitation to the bed and fare afforded j dealer, who will use it in making
at the Industrial home, while a search ■ "rats" snd switches and puffs.
rould Ik- made for employment. There According to the steamer officials
is always lots of work at this home.
where rags, paper and other scrap
from the city Is gathered and convert-
ed into cash to sustain a temporary
stopping place for just such men as
Clifford. The Boer scout took hold,
and after two days was sent out on a
call for a laborer.
Since then he has had work of near-
ly every description, except at his
trade as civil engineer. In civil life
in Johannesburg, South Africa, he has
handled big contracts for building
reservoirs for hydraulic mining, and
did much city work. Not being a citl-
sen here, he says ho has been handi-
capped, but he Intends to take out
"clean up" and to prevent the devel
opment of disease by fighting the mos
quitoes.
"We fought the yellow fever mos
qulto with chemicals and screens, de-
stroyed the breeding places of the ma
larla mosquito, drove him back sev-
eral hundred yards from our camps
and villages, put wire netting into the
houses and advised everyone to lake
three grains of quinine dally," said
Col. Gorgas last October. "I think I
am Justified in saying that we have
malaria under control. Our death
rate among Americans last year was
less than four persons In 1,000, and we
have 4,800 men and 1,200 women and
children along the zone from Panama
City to Colon."
Describing the general measures for
sanitation along the Panama zone, Col.
Gorgas said:
"We found a strip of country ten
miles wide and 46 miles long, with a
considerable settlement at each end
and almost 25 hamlets between. We
followed the methods which had rid
the Importation of human hair from
China is a thriving industry. No good
Chinaman will |>art with his pigtail in
life, but when he Is dead It is differ- ! Hsvana of yellow fever, a scourge that
ent. He usually has a good supply, i had been ^P'deiiiic for 150 years. We
and bis relatives will let it go cheap. ! ,l°PI>e<' the fever In 16 months.
Hair from dead people does not make
up Into extra fine switches, but it will
do In the cheaper grade.
There is nothing better than the
heavy, coarse, strong, straight hair of
"In the city of Panama alone, where
earh house was fumigated three
tlmoB, we burned 100 tons of pyre-
thrum, 200 tons of sulphur and large
quantities of other disinfectants. f\>ur
the Chinaman, dead or alive, for styl- hundred men were engaged In the
ish puffs and rats. It never loses Its
shape, it stands all sorts of knocking
about, and as long as the girl does not
know what she Is wearing there Is no
trouble.
work. Ninety-eight per cent, of the
West India negroes, who came to dig
the canal, had malaria, and the para
site was found In the blood of 70 per
cent, of those persons whom we exam
tiled at random."
work of a Gilbert Stuart. But Nature
as the sculptress, using as her tools
the lapping waves of ages, has set up
this monument to the greatest Ameri-
can, in honor of the country, and the
state which bears his name.
Had the international boundary line
been moved five miles to the east-
ward, as it passes among the islands
that form the archipalego lying be-
tween Vancouver island and the main-
land, this statue of Washington would
have been on British soil. But evi-
dently nature had the boundary dis-
pute between Great Britain and Ameri-
ca settled long before the question
nearly involved the two nations in
war half a century ago. Washington
rock lies at the water's edge on Wal-
dron island, the most northwesterly
of the San Juan group of islands to
the northward of Puget sound.
British forces tried to hold all these
islands, but they were routed by the
American troops. Crumbling forts and
ancient blockhouses to-day remain to
remind the people of the struggles of
early days that now have been almost
forgotten.
Not far from Waldron island Nature
has become a shipbuilder and has
raised an island out of the water that
looks so like a modern battle ship,
even to the fighting tops, that passing
vessels, not knowing it to be of earth
and rock, have been known to salute
with their whistles what they sup-
posed was a majestic representative ol
the American navy. Battleship island,
or as it is sometimes called, More's
island, is located at the entrance of
the Strait de Hara, the main channel
between Vancouver island and the
San Juan group.
The tides have performed another
queer feat in converting an Immense
boulder on the beach of Sucia Island
into the likeness of a Chinese, with a
grass hat like an immense rice bowl
over his head. The size of "The
Chink, as the rock is called, may be
realized by comparing it with the
sheep that stand beside it, and which
look little larger than rats.
The island in front of the little
summer resort on East sound looks as
if it might have been brought across
the Pacific from a Japanese lake. Its
stunted trees are oriental, Its build-
ings look lige pagodas, and it seems to
rest in a summer sea for all the world
like the flowery kingdom. Between
the island and the beach is the favo-
rite resort of bathers.
These islands of San Juan are be-
coming known far and wide for their
beauty, and each year more and more
people visit their summer resorts or
run their yachts into the sheltered
harbors and covers that are almost
as numerous as the pebbles upon the
beach. Many strange characters of
days gone by still remain upon the
Islands and tell of the troublous times
of the long ago.
Public Menaces to Morality.
Perhaps it is a waste of words to
moralize over social scandals, but each
new domestic upheaval in what is
called our best society (meaning our
wealthiest) exerts an evil influence so
far beyond its source that the Impulse
to plead for a higher standard of
morals among the richest people is
hard to resist. It must be admitted
that little good has resulted from the
most earnest remonstrance in the past
The young lions in society, in many
instances, continue to conduct them-
selves as If they were unconscious of
any public duty incumbent upon them
as if they were unaware that the po-
sition they hold, by the grace of the
community, carries an influence which
if exerted for evil, menaces the very
existence of the social order. Yet this
is the plain truth.—New York Times
Oh, Goodness!
"Where do asps come from?"
"What's an asp?"
"Why, these little snakes, you know
—the kind that bit Cleopatra."
"Oh, yea. 1 think they come from
Asia."
"What makes you think so?"
"I'm sure I've heard of n placs
called •Aspasia.'"—Cleveland Leader
(Copyright, by Shortstory Pub. Co.)
When old bleary McGaffney, the
town inebriate, was accidentally killed
big Jim Cradlebaugh apprised the
widow of her bereavement.
"What am I a-goln' to do?" wailed
the widow.
"Now, don't you worry, Missus Mc-
Gaffney," said big Jim Cradlebaugh
ostentatiously, "the towu'll see that
you don't suffer. I'll see to it. I'll
make the boys shell out." He laid a
coin down on the window-sill. "There's
half a dollar for your immediate
needs, Missus McGaffney," he told her,
'"and don't you worry. I'll make the
boys do their part, too."
He started in to do it Down in the
office of the Donaldson Daily they
were waiting for him—the boys.
"Now, boys,'" he said, as he bustled
into the office of the Daily, "gimme a
sheet of paper. This here Is for con-
tributors for Sarah McGaffney, the be-
reaved. There you are. There's my
name at the head, where It always is
in this here town. I subscribe half a
dollar, do you see? Come, now, put
your names in. Don't be afraid. The
list '11 be printed in the Daily just as
usual. I give half a dollar. Who'll
give more?"
Young Bill Mathewson, the hard-
ware man, stepped forward. "Mr.
Cradlebaugh," he said, and his lip
curled as he said it, "I'm worth about
one-tenth the sum that you are. Put)
me down for five dollars—I'll give ten
times as much as you."
Jim Cradlebaugh was never feezed
"Hurrah," he said, "example is conta-
gious. I give 50 cents, and the next
man gives five dollars. Who'll give
more? Come, now, your names'll all
be printed, don't you know. Won
they, Bartlett?"
Bartlett, editor and proprietor of
the Donaldson Daily, nodded. "As
usual," he responded. But his lip
curled just a little, too. For the only
thing that the town could give Jim
Cradlebaugh credit for was that he
could make other people give. He was
the originator of the published lists In
the Daily. He had started them dur
ing the smallpox scare some three
years before, and the editor acknowl
edged to himself that the idea was a
good one. Charity is a pleasant weak
ness, but it becomes much more at
tractive when it is set before the eyes
of men, with names and amounts in
full.
But Cradlebaugh—the town was dis
gusted with Cradlebaugh; the Donald
son Daily was disgusted with him,
though it did not dare to say so. Jim
Cradlebaugh could have bought and
sold many men in the town of Don-
aldson; he was fat with prosperity.
But never yet had be given a five-dol
lar bill on any one occasion, though
when he gave the whole town knew
it. Cradlebaugh took care to let them
know it. He was more than a laugh-
ing-stock in the town; he was the sub-
ject of bitter jeers. But he never
realized it, so it seemed.
The McGaffney subscription was
ended by a $500 gift from "a friend."
Old Terwilliger, who lived at the
end of the street, wa3 a comparative
stranger in the town of Donaldson. He
had lived there for 15 years. No one
knew whence he had come. Ail that
was known about him the banks
knew. Every six months he made sub
stantial deposits in the First National
and in the Dime Savings bank. At the
end of each six months the deposits
dwindled to a cipher. The banks did
not know where the money went—cer-
tainly old lean Terwilliger did not
spend it on himself. And he had no
vices, no luxuries. He was a plain,
simple, unsophisticated old man. But
the eyes of Editor Bartlett always
twinkled when the name of Terwilli-
ger was spoken, and sometimes moist-
ened. Then they would harden when
he thought of Cradlebaugh.
"What a difference between two
men," he thought to himself. "Cradle-
baugh, a blatant, ostentatious egotist.
Terwilliger, a gentle, shrinking—
man."
But if Terwilliger had a secret, and
If Bartlett knew, it, he never divulged
it to his best friend.
And as time went on, and the char-
ity lists in the Donaldson Daily multi-
plied, it was invariably Cradlebaugh
who headed the list—with a dollar;
and it was invariably "Constant Read-
er," or "Pro Bono," or "A Friend"
seen. The rumor grew that Cradle-
baugh was keeping to himself, In com-
fort, up in his big house on the hill.
Others, who had, perforce, sheltered
themselves there during the night, had
not seen him. At any rate, he was not
among the crowd in the church.
Bartlett told the people just how
things stood. He knew the town. He
knew its needs.
"This is business," he said; "fully a
third of us are very well-to-do. We've
saved money. Two-thirds of us have
been living from hand to mouth. The
one-third must rise to the occasion:
Gentlemen," he added earnestly, "this
is a thing that will make the rich
poor; but it's real—it's real—it's real."
The crowd felt it. Bartlett prepared
a dozen subscription lists and sent
them through the crowd.
"We'll pull through," he told him-
self, when he began to see results.
"And Terwilliger. Terwilliger '11 give.
Good old 'Pro Bono.' But—where is
he?"
AlmoBt as he spoke Terwilliger, a
lean, straggling old man, entered the
church, and struggled up the aisle.
He seated himself at the foot of the
stairs just below the pulpit. He wait-
ed hours until the lists were all in.
Then Bartlett stepped to his side.
"I want something from 'A
Friend,'" he ventured.
Terwilliger took the list and scrib-
bled something at the bottom. Bart-
lett looked at it, and shouted aloud
with glee.
"Hurrah, boys," he yelled, "here's
something worth seeing. Listen while
I read. The last name on the list;
" 'From a fellow townsman, $30,000.'
"Now," he cried, "I'm going to tell
at last—it's from Mr. Terwilliger here.
That's who it is. The man of this
town—the man who gives every time,
all the time, who—"
But Terwilliger was up beside him
in the pulpit, holding his arm.
"Wait, wait," cried Terwilliger, in a
thin, shrill, piping voice, but a voice
quivering with earnestness—"wait."
He turned to the audience.
"If the truth's to be told," he said,
"let's tell the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth. Gents," he
went on, "fifteen years ago I was in
the poorhouse over in Monroe. Listen,
There was a man who found me there,
"Come Now, Put Your Names In."
v , . . — -'r'end
who closed it out—with hundreds.
But the small town of Donaldson
never knew what fate had in store for
ber. She had given bounteously to
all her neighbors. She little knew
how much she would need charity her-
It was the Widow McGaffney who
started it. By night the rising little
town of Donaldson lay In ruins—ruins
black and stark and uncompromising
Donaldson was a city without a home.'
Yes, there was one home that es-
caped. It was Jim Cradlebangh's big
house, upon the hill. And there was
another home—the home men seek in
their extremity. The Donaldson First
church was unscathed.
But with the morning and rising sun
hope grew. The banks reported their
vaults were safe. And the insurance
companies wired lliat they would pay
Donaldson losses Immediately. And
nil that the peoplu needed was food
temporary shelter-Just (he baro nec-
essaries of life.
"We'll supply those ourselves,"
cried Bartlett to the crowd; "come In-
to the church."
Cradlebaugh was nowhere to be
and who brought me over here—a
man with a big hearty smile on his
face, and a big warm hand, and a big
warm heart. Gents, he—he supported
me. He made me live in comfort.
But, gents, he"—old Terwilliger
smiled in spite of himself—"he was a
joker—such a joker. And I didn't mind
so much. But his heart—that man
would give, give, give all he had for
the poor, the sick, the stricken. But,
gents, he was a man who would never
let his left hand know what his right
hand was doing. He gave through
me." Old Terwilliger became terribly
In earnest. "Gents," he went on, "yes-
terday, in the fire, I was in my sec-
ond-story back-room in a closet. I was
shut off by the fire. There was no
hope for me. But—he, this man with
the big heart. He found me. He res-
cued me. I'm safe. But he—he's up
in his big house." Terwilliger's voice
quivered. "Only the doctor knows.
He's burned, that man. And he ain't
-goin' to get well. Gents," he cried
aloud, "that man is the man you never
knew, who wouldn't let you know him,
whose left hand didn't know his own
right hand. Gents, that man was—'
Cradlebaugh. He gives the thirty*
thousand, as he gave all he ever gave
—unbeknown—through me."
The crowd was silent for a moment.
Bartlett led the cheering, then led the
way silently out of the church, and up
the steep hill toward the house of
Cradlebaugh.
The town was almost too late. The
doctor shook his head as the commit-
tee forced its way on tiptoe into the
room of Cradlebaugh.
"He'll never speak again," the doo-
ror said. But he was mistaken. Cra-
dlebaugh had heard them. Ho strug-
gled painfully up on his elbow.
"Boys, boys," he cried, "you've come
for me—to—get—up—a list. It's—all
—right—boys."
He stopped for nn instant Then his
voice rang loud and cleur:
"Jim Cradlebaugh gives two dollars
to rebuild Donaldson," he cried.
"Come, step up now. Who'll give
twenty?"'
That night there was a list of fatali-
ties in the hand-printed Donaldson
duily. And Jim Cradlebaugh, head-
liner, was at its top. He had passed
into the loving memory of the town
whose best friend he had been.
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