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THE AFRICAN COMET. DUU TO HIT NEW YORK JUNE 21 ST. q;o o 0 d o ra o o p Dreams That I re Meant for Warnings f . Jiddington truce. OME years ago, early in the summer, I dreamed that, while out taking a walk, I was suddenly attacked by a huge cat, which clawed ferociously at ray throat. Thar was all there was to the dream, or at any rate that was all I remembered on awakening in the morning, and naturally enough I dis- s 1 -'"-1 H missed it from my mind as "nothing but a dre'a. waen I found myself dreaming the same dream again and again, i began to wonder what significance it could possibly have. TTeimiiir t vnriaH the scene would be laid indoors, sometimes in a garden or on the street. One Bight I would be stealthily approaching the hateful cat in the hope of catch ing it unawares and making an end of it; another night I would be madly flee ing from it. Always, however, the climax was the same the cat had me by the throat and was biting and scratching viciously. Altogether, I dreamed this dream not less than a score of times in six months. Shortly before Christmas, I took a cold which settled in my throat, affect lag it so badly as to require the attention of a specialist. Much to my aston ishment it was then discovered that a growth had been developing for some time, and that an immediate operation was necessary. Several weeks later, the operation having been performed successfully, it suddenly occurred to me that 1 was no longer being troubled by the phantom cat. For the first time the meaning of that singular dream dawned upon me. It had been a genuine "premonitory" dream, of a type that is bound to occupy a prominent place in the new dream book. Consciously I had been in utter ignorance of the dangerous growth in my throat. It had not progressed far enough to give me any pain, or even to cause discomfort. At the same time the organic changes it involved had produced sensations plainly felt by what psychologists call the "subconscious," and manifesting through the sub. conscious to the conscious in the form of a symbolic dream. m m a ? Squabble for the Pole c By C. C Chesterton HE North Pole in my youth used to be a serious subject; it was associated with great sea heroes and the heroic age of science, with Tennyson's tribute to Franklin in Westminster Abbey. At this moment the North Pole is as grotesque as the Greasy Pole. It is being fought for with frantic gesticu lations by comic Americans. The quarrel itself and the slanging, self-advertising style in which it is conducted fait so far below the old Polar idealism that the actual discovery 1 T 1 CMJ oA luc -uic oeeins net so much a. climax as an anti-cumax. as io ' them has really done it I have no opinion, nor even any preference. Cook did it in the presence of two Esquimaux, Peary in the presence of one Esquimau; but if they had done it in the presence of a million Esquimaux such people could give no evidence as to whether it was the North Pole. It 4s as if Babbage had proved his calculating machine to the satisfaction of a tribe of Hottentots, or Newton had demonstrated the Calculi without any ref utation from the infant school. In fact, the noise of the discussion teems a singular contrast to the still ness and secrecy of the discovery. Both these distinguished Americans rem to have gone on tiptoe, as it were more as If they wanted to hide the North Pole than to find it. If ever there was a man who on all artistic principles ought to have found the North Pole it waa Nansen. He was tall enough to be the North Pole to be left there as a gigantic trophy and a beacon to chips. But it seems as if something rules human affairs which prefers (as the children do) to have a harlequinade after the most exquisite fairy play something that likes King Arthur to turn into a Pantaloon and Sir Lancelot into a policeman. I think it i3 wholesome; it keeps us from seriousness, which, is idolatry. tt -i Modern Man Is Greater than Hercules Ey Eugene E will now pass to the Waaimais long euougu. but behind the open nA orwi Lii 1 Ji uuu WUil ctuu . " - to serve. I'm sorry this isn't one of the furnaces that they tip up to poor the steel, but we'll have to make out the best we can. The steel gushes out of the tapping-hole with the rich flew of cream, and just about the color of it, if cream could only shine with such an unpitying impact oi ns usui that the eves would shrink and cower before it. And as the dazzling liquid pours up from the ladle leaps, as it were, a grove of tall umbrella-palms of twiutillating i re. that nourish and die down, flourish and die down, each stalk and its outspreading top, in an eye-twinkle. No sight 1 ever saw can equal it for sheer magnificence. I stood awestruck, afraid. And presently an exulta tion mounted in me. and thrilled my blood like wine. It had in it something of the ecstasy of faith. It was faith. Faith in Man, the New Creator. So short p time a;o, fifty years a hundred at the outside and he commanded nothing but what his puny muscles could move and mold! And now, what Thc what Jupiler, what Hercules is his match in might? So short a time! Yet this is only the beginning. It has aU come about within the memory of irn-u yet living, this almost unbelievable access of power. There are centurws before us. loug, long pwetsions of them, endless processions of them, each one accelerating Man's control of Nature's forces, accelerating, not by addition enly, but a4so multiplyingly. Man, the New Creator! , at m jzr my nrooK My Zy Ji. M. KNOW a little brook that winds, now through a sleepy mea dow, now through a quiet grove, and spends its last five hundred yards of life in a little dark ravine whose sides in spring are red artuVblue with flowers. And yet, sometimes I think I do not know this brook, for often as I stroll along its grassy banks I hear new music in its rushing faiU and see new joys reflected in its depths. Knmfitjmfss I takr mv book, and lying 'neath some tree I that shades this brook thi3 friend of mine 1 spend the last few hours of a summer day, thea wander home; but always I have found the book remains unread. For books, nor other man-made things can break the spell that this brock fists on me I dream and dream, and watch its purling ripples play. Once as I stood and watched its winding course three men with baited Aooks drew near, and casting far into its deepest pools, soon filled their creels with trout and called it sport. In early summer I am wont to take ray light bamboo, and tying on a Coachman or a dun, match my best skill with all the fight and cunning of the trout. But often, when I turn my face toward home no fish are in my creel; but 1 am satisfied, because well, brother, if you know this brook you will not sk me why. From Recreation. PTPntiv in minor detail. Sometimes .. i ,f Wood main tent, if you have looked at the i luu i mean w Vi iuv hearth, in which some steel has been Krnri until it Is now done and ready Bowman Cartoon t-y Robert I MAW fit MVQTPDV'Q ifmii ui Liu Millionaire George D. Nelson Was Really George N. Dunn, Whof Hopelessly in Debt, Left Chenango Forks, N. Y. Society Man's Widow Left Him a Fortune. KNELL TO HOPES OF A GREAT HOST NELSONS Springfield, Mass. Disclosures made concerning the past life of Springfield'3 "Man of Mystery," George D. Nelson, who died on Febru ary 8, gives a death blow to the claims of scores of alleged heirs to the $1,000,000 estate he left. The result of a careful investigation ap pears to show beyond doubt that the so-called Nelson was really George Nelson Dunn; that he was born in Chenango Forks, N. Y., lived there to rnhood, and that he changed his name and became lost to even his near relatives because of a business venture in which be sunk all of his money and became involved In debt. Hitherto all knowledge of Nelson's past was that he came here thirty years ago, driving from the West two blooded horses purchased by a rail road president; that Bliss Vinton, a young society man, gave hine a posi tion on the Vinton estate, of which he became manager; that upon the death of Vinton, Mrs. Emma Goodrich Vin Iod. the widow, who lost both of her hands in a fire, valued his services so highly that she persuaded him not to make a marriage he contemplated; and that upon her death in 190S he inherited her entire fortune of $600, 000. Mrs. Vinton's relatives made a strenuous effort to break the will, but failed. Recently Nelson sent for his nephew, George G. Dunn, of Camden, Oneida County, N. Y., a traveling salesman for a Rochester company, and informed him of their relation ship. He left his entire estate to George G. Dunn, ignoring his only surviving brother, Andrew W. Dunn, a grocer, of Chenango Forks, father of George G. Dunn; the latter's brother, William, of Fulton, N. Y., and George's sister, who lives in Os wego. The man so long known as George D. Nelson was the son of Nelson Dunn, and was born in 1S45, on c farm in the town of Greene, Chen ango County. He was graduated from a Syracuse business college, and be came a shipper of butter and eggs to the New Yjrk City market. He was doing a fine business when he was ruined by a glut in the butter market in 1869, at a time when he had just laid down In New York an especially large shipment of butter. Disheart ened, and believing himself hopeless ly in debt, he disappeared from Chen ango Forks. There is no trace of him for the next eleven years, and until thirty AMERICA A THIRSTY NATION. More Tlian a Billion Pounds of Coffee Consumed in 1909 Washington. D. C. America must be a thirsty nation, judging from the imports of drinkables set forth in sta tistics of the Department of Com merce and Labor. The United States consumed the essence of more than a billion pounds of coffee in 1909. val Bureau of Manufactures Has Helped to Sell Millions' Worth of Goods. Washington, D. C. One thousand letters a month from business men of this country come to the "Foreign Op portunities" department of the Bu reau of Manufactures, which, accord ing to its chief, lias helped to sell millions of dollars' worth of goods. "We have just received a letter from manufacturers in Ohio," the chief of the bureau told the House Appropriations Committee, "thanking s for enabling them to sell sixteen carloads of their products in Russia--" Carter, in the New York American. DAvr nrcnnwn ii mui uiuuluulu OF ' CLAIMING THE ESTATE AS RELATIVE: years ago, when he delivered the horses here, and was employed by Bliss Vinton. He had left in Chen ango Forks his father and mother, a sister, Mabelle, and two uncles, An drew W. and Bagley T. Dunn. Of these only Andrew Dunn survives. For two or three years after his dis appearance he sent a few brief com munications to his old home, but he gave no opportunity by wuich he might be found, and his friends and neighbors finally believed that he was dead. When Dunn arrived here he called himself George D. Nelson. As he grew in favor with Vinton and Mrs. Vinton, and finally inherited the Vin ton estate, there was much specula tion as to his antecedents, and the humble manner in which he had made his advent in Springfield was recalled. He told nothing of himself, and be money and became heavily involved in debt. Mrs. Vinton built a hotel and a theatre, which Nelson managed, and to which, when they became his prop erty, he gave his own name. He was a shrewd business man and nearly doubled the Vinton inheritance. In the light of .these developments it is now clear why Nelson never reg istered here ar a voter. He could not have answered the necessary queries as to his name, birthplace, etc.. with out disclosing either his real identity or committing perjury. It was announced after Nelson's death that his sole heir, George G. Dunn, was the son of a sister. The belief exists here that the ncohew and his advisors have permitted the facts in Nelson's life to become pub lic in order to set at rest the claims of those nersons named Nelson who as sert that they are relatives of the testator. They write from nearly every part of the country, and one, at least, came here to enforce his alleged relationship. Frank E. Carpenter, Nelson's attorney, declined to affirm or deny the story of his former client's life. He said that granting the story to be true, the validity of the will was not Involved. "That document," said he, "can be broken on only two grounds un sound mind or undue influence. We are prepared to show that Mr. Nel son's mind was absolutely clear, and that every bequest was inserted at his express direction and without sugges tion from any other person. The witnesses are wholly disinterested persons." ued at $86,000,000, and $16,000,000 worth of tea In spirits, wines and malt liquors the nation touched its highest record for importation in 1909, consuming foreign produets which were valued at more than $26, 000,000. Alabama Congressman Sends Cheek For Woman Whose Son Was Killed. Irwin, Pa. Congressman J. T. Heflin, of Alamaba, has sent Burgess Cribbs, of this city, a check for Mrs. Thomas Lawson, whose son, her only support, was killed recently in a coasting accident. The Alabaman wrote that his son bad read of the accident and persuaded him to make f contribution. Congressman Heflin is one of the few remaining "gun carrying" mem bers of Congress. He is a temperance THE THIMBLE FAMILY. I flood Mistress Thimble, nent and nimble, Drives Brother Needle with a push and n wheedle, While light Sister Thread, with a noiseless tread, A stitch drops behind as she flies ahead. Then comes Father Scissors and gives her a snip, And starts them off on another trip. Over a hem, or down a seam, Needle and Thread, a lively team. Fat Uncle Emery, bright and true. When a hard plaoe comes will help them through. And pale Aunty Wax is willing enough T smooth the way when they find it rough. Then Grandfather Bodkin, with many a jerk, Will do his part, and finish the work. Now, where is their home? Well, since you ask it, I'll tell you they live in a little work basket. -Martha Burr Banks, in Youth's Com panion. CAPTURING WILD BEASTS. In St. Nicholas, A. W. Rolker writes interestingly of the capture of wild animals in Africa for the menag erie. The easiest victims of the wild animal trapper are specimens of the most ferocious type the lion, tiger, panther, jaguar and the leopard, for it is simply a matter of stealing the cubs. The hunter goes to the heart of the darkest, most impenetrable thicket, where the lion mother lies with her four to six cubs, golden puff balls, scrambling over her great yel low body, which none on earth, save those defenseless kittens, may come near. Says the trapper, "nature her self renders these babies defenseless when the mother stirred by the pangs of hunger, ventures forth to hunt and to eat." Accompanied by two Kaffirs, j the hunter steals upon the unprotect- j ed little cubs, the hunter, rifle in hand, loaded with the heaviest bullet. Quickly the Kaffirs work, for should the lioness return, nothing but a bul let, accurately aimed, could save them from instant death. With the capture of the cubs, which are thrown into a bag, hasty flight is made.. Capturing these cubs, however, is child's play compared with capturing those lumbering, colossal animals of the pig tribe, the rhinoceros and the hippopotamus. There is hardly a wild animal in existence more dan gerous than this rarest of menagerie japtives. Awkward as the great beast appears when at rest, once aroused the "rhino" dashes through a thicket with the irresistible speed of an ex press, train. The hunters make their way into the interior of unexplored territory in Africa, searching for a rhinoceros cow with a calf old enough to capture, and which is not so large but that it can be transported back to civilization. Frequently months elapse before the search is rewarded with success. This how the capture is made: Noiselessly and from well to lee ward the trapper and his men grad ually steal nearer until the cow and the calf are inclosed in a circle. From ahead, out of the maze of cane and creeper, sounds the uneasy stamping of the cow. With a half snort, half grunt, in an instant the rhinoceros is B.11 attention. Head raised and nos trils sniffing, she searches the air steadily. At sight of one of the sav ages the cow dashes with the speed Df a racehorse at the man, charging the human decoy, and at that instant the trapper's rifle Is heard, and her furious t charge is over, provided the bullet reaches the heart by striking Just behind the left foreleg the only vulnerable point in the inch-thick ar mor with which the beast is clad. Now and then it happens that the hunter fails to kill in time his gun may miss fire, intervening trees may in terfere, or the marksman may miss his aim. Then the life of the decoy depends on his own agility. To run to one side before the rhinoceros is almost on top of him would be fatal, for the swift brute would overtake him within a few bounds. His only hope is to wait until the deadly horn Is almost at his feet, and then, with the swiftness of a mongoose dodging the aim of a cobra, to leap to one aide while the ponderous creature, unable to turn short in time, dashes onward under its own impetus. Twice, three times, a clever native hunter will dodge in this way, giving the trapper ample time to bring down the rhinoceros. After the death of the mother cow It is easy to track the frightened calf, which is soon pushed, prodded and shoved up a bridge of long skids into the cage of a bullock cart, after which the weary march to a market begins. While the "rhoino" is more savage to deal with than the hippopotamus, still the greatest peril lies with the latter, for, as says the writer: "The trapper hunts the 'rhino on ! land and brings it down at a compar atively safe distance, whereas in the case of the hippopotamus he must fight in the same primitive fashion that savages have used forages. Hand to maw, as it were, he must engage this two-ton monster while standing in the bow of a frail canoe. For the hippopotamus, as its name, the 'river horse means, is a land-and-water an imal, and must be harpooned and brought ashore before it expires, oth erwise is would sink at once to the bottom of the river, the coveted calf escaping among the other hippopota mi instead of following the stricken cow to shore, so that the youngster may be caught." PLAYHOUSES. There have been much bustle and activity among the little people of the Massachusetts coast this fall, for dur ing th runnier many playhouses were erected, and the little folks hav been as busy closing up their play; homes as their mothers with their grown-up hornet. These playhouses are much more than shacks, for they are carerunyj planned and have verandas, three or , !..,! One fortunate little woman who haa a house at the end of an old fashioned garden has across the front a covered veranda, furnished as out-door livings room. The entrance door, ornament ed with a brass knocker, opens on a small hallway, from one side of which ascends a winding staircase. An oldtime hall lantern hangs from the staircase beam. To the right opens the living room, twenty feet long by ten feet wide, with a fireplace in which logs are always piled ready to be lighted. To the left of the hall way is the kitchen. Here is a stove of medium size, and along one side of the wall is a dresser fitted with glass doors, which permit K glimpses of Dutch china. Directly opposite are a table and a roomy closet, with an ar ray of cooking utensils on hooka. Tho floors are covered with rasr mats. On the second floor Is a single room, which the little lady of the house re tires to when she is tired of the world. There are a pretty writing desk, well equipped with writing materials, and a roomy couch piled high with soft pillows. The walls are hung with, posters. The windows are draped with white muslin curtains, and on the floor is a pretty rug. Another playhouse is like an Eng lish cottage, and has pretty latticed windows which open outward. Th shingled exterior is stained dark red, with door and window trimmings oi pure white. The quaint entrance porch opens upon a single large room, furnished with tools' and other appli ances for manual training. On the Salem shore is a little house made over from a discarded bath house. It stands near the water's edge, and across the front is a widew covered veranda. Inside is a fireplace of brick, and between two windows is a piano, which the small hostess and her friends may bang on all day if they please. At Peach Bluff is a beautiful Col onial playhouse, designed for the comfort of both the boys and the girls of the family. It is painted white, with green blinds, and the entrance porch is supported by Colonial pillars. As It is intended to be a place where the children can have a good time, the furniture is of the plainest, most substantial oak, and the floors are without carpets. The walls are of plain boarding, not even painted. Be yond the living room are two smiller rooms, one for the girls, where they may cook to their heart's content, and the other for the boys, where there are tools and a carpenter's bench. One of the most elaborate of these playhouses, a four-room cottage fully equipped for housekeeping, is at Co hasset. It has a latticed entrance porch, with biiilt in seats, with flow ering shrubs about the sides and front, and window boxes in the win dows. The first floor is divided into living room, dining room and kitch en, all furnished with sheathed walls and ceilings and hardwood floors. The living room has low white bookcases, with cretonne hangings of pink and white. Muslin curtains drape the windows, and on the walls are pret ty prints. Small rugs of artistic de sign partly cover the floor. The din ing room has a plate rail on which have been placed numerous souvenirs. Opening from this room is the kitch en, where the little maiden may cook and serve what she pleases. On the second floor is a good sized bedroom, furnished with two cot beds, a wash stand and several chairs. Curtains shade the windows, and Japanese grass mats cover the floor. On this same estate in Gohasset is a playhouse for the boys. This has an exterior finish of shingles left to stain with the weather. Across the front and rear extend broad, uncov ered verandas. The interior consists of a single room fitted up as a boy's den, and in the loft above is ample storage rowm for footballs, boxing gloves, tennis rackets and the treas ures dear to boyish hearts. "New York Tribune. Burglars Are Unknown. Consul Edward J. Norton, of Mal aga, cannot encourage American safe makers to attempt the building up of a trade in that district of Southera Spain. He writes as follows: Not over half a dozen American-made safes could be found in this entir consular district, and tho outlook for the development of the safe trade is not an encouraging one. The demand for safes generally is extremely light. Many business men possess nothing in the way of a safe for the protection of valuables or books. The annual fire loss is incignificant, and burglars or safe blowers are unknown, so there is no actual necessity for the purchase of a fire-proof, burglar-proof safe., History Lesson. Diogenes, dear children, wa3 the man who lived in a tub, and who searched for an honest man. "I'm honest," cried a candidate for re-election. "Where's your tub?" asked Diogenes. "Look at my barrel!" cried the candidate. But Di went on hunting. The establishment of a Scandina vian steamship service to America is being actively urged in Sweden, Nor way and Denmark. .
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