Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1890-06-13
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| see, or do you know, anything about an
| accident gentleman met with here about
two weeks ago?"
The young lady stopped, looked fright
ened, and her face flushed to such an extent
as to make it noticeable to every one stand
ing around as she answered:
DIDO have to answer"
eyes, you will have to answer" replied
the officer, with an eager look "What do
you know"
"I-I-don't know. cannot tell.''
"Now see here. miss, you must answer
or shall have to lock you up until you do
answer"
Clam afraid My father"-
Here she stopped again.
then spoke to her in a kind way, and
told her that the gentleman who had met
his death was my most particular friend,
and that would like to get some Informal
ton in regard to him, and that no harm
could come to her or her father if she told
all she knew.
"He-is-not deadp' she stammered.
"Whatl not dead?" we cried. "Where is
he?'
upstairs with my father, who is attend
ing to him. He is too weak to move"
At this we made one bound to the stairs,
the young lady calling after us not to harm
her father.
We pushed into the room, and there we
Z found our friend lying on comfortable
couch, with an old, decrepit man bending
over him In the act Of administering some
medicine.
The old man did not seem surprised at
our abrupt entrance, but turning to us,
with his finger to his lips, motioned US to
retire.
1t was done in such commanding way
that instinctively we backed out and he
followed.
When the door was closed he told us to
speak in whispers, for the gentleman was
very sick.
He then told US, in his own peculiar way,
that during one afternoon, a little over two
weeks ago, he and his daughter had been
startled by loud crash in the loft above
the room they were sitting in; that large
piece of ceiling had broken through, and
that on looking up they had been Mortified
at seeing mans arm hanging through the
opening.
Upon going up to investigate he had
found the gentleman who was now lying
in the room, and supposed he was dead.
He, with the assistance of his daughter,
had brought him down, and after a careful
examination concluded that life was not
extinct. He being physician, though not
having practiced for a number of years. de-
cided that, as the Lord had sent him pa
tient, it was his will that he should save
his life, and SO he had devoted all his time
and skill to accomplish that object.
Now he was satisfied that with the most
tender and proper nursing the patient
would recover, though no one could be al
lowed to see him for several days for fear
all chance of recovery would fail. And this
fbor no od 1r
den his daughter to say anything about it,
even to the people in the house.
The mystery was now solved. Jim had
struck the telegraph wires in falling from
the window, and the rebound had thrown
him into the open scuttle Of the doctors
house, which had been left open to let in
some air.
There is nothing more to be told except
that in due course of time Jim recovered;
that the fall, so miraculous, elevated him
from a bachelor to Benedict; and that
the DOCTORS handsome daughter and Jim's
gentle nurse Is now Mrs. Jim.-Emerson
Bennett, Jr., in Saturday Night.
A Curious New York Driving Club.
The T-Cart club Is one Of the least known
and most fashionable driving clubs in New
York. It was organized twelve years ago
under q rather curious constitution. Only
bachelors were eligible for membership.
AS soon as member married his resigna-
ton was to be accepted. The number OF
members was limited to twelve. The off,
Ger of the club was president, whose du-
ties consisted in leading the club on its
drives, selecting the destination, and two
or three other similarly laborious tasks.
Among the clubs founders were George
H. Warren, w. Starr Miller and Frank
Lawrence. The first president was Mr..
Lawrence.
Every spring since the foundation of the
club it has taken two or three drives to Je-
rome park. On these occasions the carts
and horses were decorated with the clubs
colors-red and white. The whips were
tied with red and yellow ribbons, and the
eleven young women and the chaperon
who accompanied the members carried bou-
quets of red and yellow flowers. Lunch
con was always eaten at Jerome park. ALI
the lay members must have approved T.
carts on these drives. The president, how
ever, may drive tandem.
The T-Cart club has had three different
presidents since Mr.. Lawrence served his
one year term. Harry LIE Grand Cannon,
who succeeded him, served one year; George
H. Warren, one year, and T. J. Oakley
served ever since.-New York Sun.
Acuteness of Scent of the Australian.
It is we'll known that among the lower
animals the senses of hearing and smell
are developed to an astonishing degree.
The pointer that smells bevy of quail two
or three hundred yards away and the deer
that scents a human being half a mile or
more, or hears the first crack OF twig two
or three hundred yards off, are cases in
point.
Man, in his progress from lower to higher
stages of culture, has had less and less oc-
casion to use these two faculties, and so
they have become less and less acute.
Though hearing and scent are not devel-
oped among the lower races of man to an
extent comparable with the animals, they
are nevertheless remarkably acute.
Thus Lumholtz while in Queensland
noticed that, in passing along, the natives
frequently took a handful of dirt out Of a
crevice in the rock or cleft in tree, and
smelled of it to discover if any animal had
passed over 1t. He also observed that when
digging out mice from their holes they
frequently smelled of a handful of the
earth to see if the animal was at home.
Though the peculiar odor of these ami
mails was familiar to the naturalist, he
was never able to discover it in the ground,
and this fact shows how superior to his
own olfactory powers were the trained
noses Of the natives. Youths Companion.
An Optical Delusion.
A gentleman, who imagined that he rec
ognized lady friend, advanced cordially
and addressed herr ~ beg pardon" he said,
but isn't this Miss Greenleafsn
Redpath"
"Ah. excuse me, must be color blind"
Texas Siftings.
H0bscn's Choice.
Mr.. Benedict tsavagely)-No writing, no
talking, no smoking! Well, is there anything
can do without wsking the babYY
Mrs Benedict-Yes, dear. Rock the cradle
Boston Times