Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1893-10-05

It," I returned to my work on chro-
nology, which was much more inter-
esting to me- as l handled little
roughly in it my eminent confrere,
Monsieur Maspero. Porou did not
with ears erect he watched me write
For some inconceivable reason could
not write that day. My ideas were
confused; there ran in my thoughts
scraps of songs, and shreds of stories
went to bed thoroughly out of tenn
per with myself.
The next morning, I found Porou
seated on my table, licking his paws
That day again 1 could not write
Porou and passed the hours of day
light in looking at each other The
next day, and the next and, In short
all the week, went in the same way.
was in despair But l must confess
that little by little l grew to endure
my trouble with patience, and even
with gayety The rapidity with which
an honest man becomes depraved is
frightful
Epiphany Sunday rose in very
happy state of mind and ran to my
table where Porou, as was his custom,
had preceded me. took pad of beau
tiful white paper, dipped my pen in the
ink, and wrote in large letters under
the eyes of my new friend: "The Mis-
fortunes of a One eyed Messenge."
Then, with the eyes of Porou still upon
me, I wrote all day, with a
prodigious rapidity, recital of
adventures so marvellous, SO pleas
ant. SO various, that / was myselfquite
diverted. My one-eyed porter mixed
up bundles, and made the most comical
mistakes Two lovers who found them
selves in critical position received
help from him without his knowing it
He carried wardrobes with men con-
cealed in them, and these he introduced
into a house and frightened some
ladies' But how can l describe
such lively story2 Twenty times I
burst out laughing while writing. If
Porou himself did not laugh, his grave
air was as pleasant as the most hilarious
manner. 1t was seven O clock in the
evening when / wrote the last line of
this agreeable work. Since one o'clock
the room had been lighted only by the
phosphorescent eyes of Porou l had
written as easily in the obscurity as by
the light of good lamp My story fin
ished, I dressed myself 1 put on my
black coat and my white cravat, and
then taking leave of Porou, descended
rapidly the staircase and hurried into
the street 1 had not taken twenty
steps when felt pull at my sleeve.
''Uncle, where are you running too?
You look like a somnam bulist"
1t was my nephew Macel who ques-
toned me in this manner. A good and
intelligent young man, student at
Salpe triere. every one said he would
succeed at medicine. And, in truth, he
had good enough mind If he would
but hold his capricious imagination
more in check.
"oh!" replied, 81 am going to carry
story of my making to Miss Nor
gan"
what, uncle! you know Miss Nor
gan? She is very pretty. Do you also
know DIR. Daoud, who fellows her
every W here?"
''An empiric, a charlatan-"
without doubt, uncle, but at the
same time an extraordinary expert
menter. Bernheim. Liegeois or Char
cot himself has never obtained such
phenomena as he produces at will. He
can produce hypnotism and suggestion
without contact without direct
action by the intermediary of an
animal Ordinarily. he uses for his
experiments small cats with shaven
bodies. This is how he proceeds He
suggests some act to the cat, then he
sends it in basket to the subject on
which he wished to act The animal
transmits the suggestion that he has
received, and the patient under this
influence executes the command of the
ope rator."
''Is this the truth?"
THE exact truth, uncle"
And what is Miss Morgan's part in
these beautiful experiments"
Miss Morgan, uncle, makes Daoud
work for her amusement by using hyp
notism and suggestion to cause people
todo ridiculous things, Asif her beauty
ought not to suffice for thatl"
listened to nothing more. An ire.
sistible force drew me to Miss Morgan.
Her Idea of 1t.
A woman arraigned in a Vienna law
court recently was asked by the judge
If she had clear character The ac.
cused was silent Then the Judge. put
ting the question in a more direc,
form asked:
"Have you ever suffered a LEGAL nun.