anaheim-gazette 1909-09-02

DETECTIVE STORIES, Little Things as Aids in Solving Problems In Crime. THE VALUE OF SMALL CLEWS "In All My Experience," Says Police Sergeant Cuff, One of Wilkie Collins' Creations, "I Have Never Yet Met Such a Thing as a Trifle." If you ask some London publishers they will tell you that no book sells so well as a detective story and that people still find a fascination in the achievements of Edgar Allan Poe's Dupin, Gaboriau's Lecocq and Tabaret and the redoubtable Sergeant Cuff of Wilkie Collins. These men were the forerunners of Sherlock Holmes, and their feats of criminal tracking were as remarkable as those achieved by the famous character created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Perhaps the least known is Cuff, who figures in "The Moonstone." Cuff looked for clews in trifles. Investigating a smear on a newly painted door, he was told by the superintendent who had the case in hand that it was made by the petticoats of the women servants. The superintendent said petticoats were trifles. "In all my experience along the dirtiest ways of this dirty little world," replied Cuff, "I have never met such a thing as a trifle yet. We must see the petticoat that made the smear, and we must know for certain that the paint was wet." Lecocq, the beau ideal of the French detective, was wont to explain his deductions to assistants, just as Sherlock Holmes did to his friend Watson. In the story of "File No. 113" a safe has been robbed. There is a scratch on the door of the safe which seems to have been made by the key slipping from the lock. But Lecocq explained that the paint was hard and that the AFTER THE BATTLE. An Incident That Seemed to Explain Joshua's Miracle. There was an incident in our life at Brandy, connected with Gettysburg, which is worth relating. Batchelder, whose map of the battlefield of Gettysbury is authority and whom we had fallen in with while we were there, asked to join our mess at Brandy when he came to the army to verify the positions of the various commands. One night we had just sat down to dinner when he entered our big hospital tent, quite tired. "Well," he announced after taking his place at the table, "I have been down in the Second corps today, and I believe I have discovered how Joshua made the sun stand still. I first went to — regiment and had the officers mark on the map the hour of their position at a certain point. Then I went to — regiment in the same brigade. They declared positively it was one or two hours earlier or later than that given by the other. So it went on, no two regiments or brigades agreeing, and if I hinted that some of them must certainly be mistaken they would set me down by saying with severe dignity, 'We were there, Batchelder, and we ought to know, I guess, and I made up my mind that it would take a day of at least twenty hours instead of thirteen at Gettysburg to satisfy their accounts. So when Joshua's captains got around him after the fight and they began to talk it over the only way under the heavens that he could ever harmonize their statements was to make the sun stand still and give them all a chance." Any one who has ever tried to establish the exact position or hour when anything took place in an engagement will confirm Batchelder's experience and possibly, if not too orthodox, accept his explanation of Joshua's feat—Morris Schaff in Atlantic. A MONSTER SKULL. One That Was Said to Be Bigger Than a Bushel Basket. Lecocq, the beau ideal of the French detective, was wont to explain his deductions to assistants, just as Sherlock Holmes did to his friend Watson. In the story of "File No. 113" a safe has been robbed. There is a scratch on the door of the safe which seems to have been made by the key slipping from the lock. But Lecocq explained that the paint was hard and that the scratch could not have been made by the trembling hand of the thief letting the key slip. He therefore had an iron box made, painted with green varnish, like the safe. As Lecocq inserted the key he asked the assistant to endeavor to prevent him using the key just as he was about to insert it in the lock. The assistant did so, and the key held by Lecocq, pulled aside from the lock, slipped along the door and traced upon it a diagonal scratch from top to bottom, the exact reproduction of the one shown in a photograph of the safe. Thus it was proved that two persons were present at the robbery—one wished to take the money and the other to prevent its being taken. In the play Sherlock Holmes, the detective, with the aid of an accomplice, raises an alarm of fire at the house of the Larrabees, during the excitement of which he is able to investigate the mystery of the purloined documents. A somewhat similar incident occurs in Edgar Allan Poe's "The Purlooled Letter," when Dupin, having obtained entrance to the house of a minister of the state who had purloined a letter of great importance from a lady, wished to take it from its hiding place—a card rack over the mantelpiece—and substitute a facsimile. While Dupin was talking to the minister there was a sudden report of a pistol beneath the window, followed by fearful screams and loud shouting. The minister rushed to the window, and while his attention was thus distracted Dupin took the real letter and substituted the false one which he had prepared. Needless to say, the diversion had been created by Dupin's assistants. Although "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" somewhat overshadowed the stories of other detectives which appeared in the Strand Magazine, one should not forget to mention Martin Hewitt, investigator, and Dick Donovan. Both these detectives worked alone and were past masters in the art of solving robbery mysteries, murders and the crimes of secret societies. And the value of noting trifles, particularly in detective work, is strikingly illustrated in "The Case of Mr. Fog." Although "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" somewhat overshadow the stories of other detectives which appeared in the Strand Magazine, one should not forget to mention Martin Hewitt, investigator, and Dick Donovan. Both these detectives worked alone and were past masters in the art of solving robbery mysteries, murders and the crimes of secret societies. And the value of noting trifles, particularly in detective work, is strikingly illustrated in "The Case of Mr. Foggatt." The latter had been murdered in his chamber, which was situated at the top of the building in which Hewitt had an office. Hewitt was the first one on the scene. The door was locked, and when he got inside the room he found Foggatt lying across the table, shot dead. There was a sheer drop of fifty feet outside the windows. How had the murderer got in, and how had he escaped? On the sideboard were the freshly bitten remains of an apple. Hewitt noticed that it had been bitten by a person who had lost two teeth, one at the top and one below. He also saw that the dead man had an excellent set of false teeth, with none missing. He observed, too, that an active young man could, by standing on the window sill, draw himself on the roof and thus escape. Thus Hewitt comes to look for a tall, athletic looking young man with two teeth missing. He finds him, obtains by a ruse another apple which he has bitten, compares the two and ultimately obtains the startling story of the murder from the murderer himself after the coroner's jury had returned a verdict of "accidental death." — London Tit-Bits. It is the little pleasures which make life sweet, as the little displeasures may do more than afflictions can to make it bitter. Confide a secret to a dumb man and it will make him speak.—Livonian. THE SAWMILL'S BOOKS. They Needed Not an Auditor, but a Mathematical Carpenter. Biffkins froze me with a stare. "I remember," he went on, calmly ignoring my interruption, "one time when I was hired to keep books for a sawmill way up north. 'Twas six days by log wagon from ever' place except in' the infernal regions, the same bein' a quarter of a mile away, straight down. The durned simpleton they sent down to Nigger Wool settlement after me had so much business with a roulette dealer that he forgot to tell me to get some office supplies, so when we got to camp I found that the principal equipment of my palatial 6 by 8 business apartment consisted of three lumber crayons, slightly shop worn, and a last year's almanac. I got some smooth pine boards and kept my books on them with chalk." "How did it work?" I asked, interested in spite of myself. "Like a charm," grinned Biffkins, "until the foreman of gang I got on a drunk one night an' slept in the office an' used up fourteen pages of the general ledger fer kindlin' wood the next mornin'. The company sent up an auditor to check over my books, but he went back plumb disgusted. Told 'em they didn't need an auditor—what they wanted was a carpenter who was handy at figgers. An' that reminds me"—Bookkeeper. FLOATING STORES. Merchandise Steamers of the Muskoka Lake Country In Ontario. Among the interesting features of life in the Muskoka lake country, in Ontario, are the floating stores. A good sized steam vessel fitted out with every imaginable item of merchandise that might be required makes a tour of an assigned chain of lakes once each week. On a certain hour of a certain day the boat is expected at the different resorts and summer homes, and enough merchandise must be bought at each to tide over until Startled the Tailor. A London tailor was once measuring Dr. Parker, who had a quaint sense of humor, for an overcoat, when suddenly the doctor broke forth in his most sepulchral voice: "Can you measure the ineffable?" The assistant looked up and saw that the doctor was extremely grave. He said: "I beg your pardon, sir." The doctor raised both his hands with a grand upward sweep and said: "Can you measure the ineffable? Can you comprehend the infinite?" "We'll make you a nice coat, sir." returned the puzzled assistant. Tapping the doctor's shin, he said: "That's about the length, sir?" "Longer!" ejaculated the doctor in determined tones. “There, sir?” "Longer!" thundered the great man. The tailor remonstrated. As a technical professional he could give points on tailoring to any preacher that ever wore a head. “If you have it any longer, you won't be able to walk,” he remarked conclusively. The doctor looked on him compassionately and, once more extending his arms toward the skies, said confidently: "I don't want to walk; I want to soar!" Lundyfoot and His Snuff. The shop of a Dublin tobacconist named Lundyfoot was destroyed by fire. While he was gazing dolefully into the smoldering ruins he noticed that his poorer neighbors were gathering the snuff from the canister. He tested the snuff for himself and discovered that the fire had largely improved its pungency and aroma. This was a hint worth profiting by. He secured another shop, built a lot of ovens, subjected the snuff to a heating process, gave the brand a name and in a few years became rich through an accident which he at first thought had ruined him. It was Lundyfoot to whom the great orator and wit, John Philipot Curran, suggested the celebrated motto to the coat of arms One of Shaw's Criticisms. "Before fame came to him," said the playwright, "that great rival of mine George Bernard Shaw, wrote theatrical criticisms for the London Saturday Review. Now, those were criticisms indeed. Nobody could praise a good play so beautifully as this criticism. Nobody could roast a bad play so tellingly. Listen. Here is a sample. And the playwright read: "I am in a somewhat foolish position concerning a play at the Opera Coimique, whither I was bidden this day week. For some reason I was not supplied with a program, so that I never learned the name of the play. At the end of the second act the play had advanced about as far as an ordinary dramatist would have brought it five minutes after the first rising of the curtain, or, say, as far as Ibsen would have brought it ten years before that event. Taking advantage of the second interval to stroll out into the Strand for a little exercise, I unfortunately forgot all about my business and actually reached home before it occurred to me that I had not seen the end of the play. Under these circumstances it would ill become me to dog matize on the merits of the work or its performance. I can only offer this management my apologies." What the Jury Found. Some years ago the body of a well-dressed man was found in a field of the outskirts of an English town. There were no marks of violence, and it was doubtful whether death had occurred from natural causes or if the individual had committed suicide. I due course the body was identified and a gentleman who had been acquainted with the deceased was called upon to give evidence at the inquest. Among other things, he stated that he had always considered him to be a man of marked idiosyncrasies, and his brain was continually excited by his irresistible fondness for chimeras of various kinds. The jury was evidently satisfied with his statement and immediately brought in a verdict that "death was caused by idiosyncrasia forming on the brain in consequence." Merchandise Steamers of the Muskoka Lake Country in Ontario. Among the interesting features of life in the Muskoka lake country, in Ontario, are the floating stores. A good sized steam vessel fitted out with every imaginable item of merchandise that might be required makes a tour of an assigned chain of lakes once each week. On a certain hour of a certain day the boat is expected at the different resorts and summer homes, and enough merchandise must be bought at each to tide over until the next trip of the floating store. Upon stepping on board the store船, says a writer in Popular Mechanics, the purchaser approaches a counter with scales and cash drawer, as in any other kind of store. Behind the counter are shelves, on which are displayed such articles as may tempt the eye. Behind these shelves is the entrance to the storeroom and hold, in which more merchandise is stored. Each article has its place, and the storekeeper can find it in a moment. Sometimes isolated farms on the lakes are not worth stopping at every trip, so a flag is flown when stores are desired. The store vessel drops anchor when the signal flag is flown, and some member of the family rows out and makes the purchases. Engraved Gems of the Ancients. Engraved gems are among the most interesting objects of art inherited by us from the ancients. Though many of the cameos and intaglios were engraved on precious stones over 2,000 years ago, they are still as clear and fine as if they were cut yesterday. The designs engraved on these stones indicate that the old Greeks and Romans regarded them as charms against accident or misfortune. This superstition generally took the form of fondness for representation of certain animals. Sailors affected the dolphin because it was believed to be the mariner's friend. Women, so far as fishes were concerned, preferred the representation of the prolific arlinga of the Adriatic, which was a symbol of fruitfulness because of the great number of its eggs. The ant was worn as an emblem of industry. By the frog was indicated the idea of resurrection, because that interesting batrachian renews its youth each spring by shedding its old skin. Pertaining to Fish. Blessings on the tree, little man! Go-a-fishing when you can. Never mind the teacher's rule not to run away from school. Take your bait and alder pole and then hunt the deepest hole where the wary troutlets hide by the canyon streamlet's side. You'll get licked at home, of course, and you'll suffer great remorse, but when daddy sees your string hell gasp and say "By呸!" The King of Instruments. Restricted as is its range of dynamics, the violin has had for its votaries men of such widely differing temperaments as Paganini and Spohr, Wilhelmj and Sarasate, Joachim and Ysaye. Its literature does not compare with that of the piano, for which Bach, Beethoven, Schumann, Chopin and Brahms have written their choicest music, yet the intimate nature of the violin, its capacity for passionate emotion, crowns it—and not the organ with its mechanical tonal effects—as the king of instruments. Nor does the voice make the peculiarly poignant appeal of the violin. Its lowest note is the G below the treble clef and its top note a mere squeak, but it seems in a few octaves to have imprisoned within its wooden walls a miniature world of feeling. Even in the hands of a clumsy amateur it has the formidable power of giving pain, while in the grasp of a master it is capable of rousing the soul. James Huneker in Everybody's. The Use of Iron. Iron has been known to men for a very long time. In the time of the Assyrians it was extensively used, iron saws, knives and other tools having been found by Layard at Nineveh. Homer refers to the forging of iron, while the hardening and tempering of steel appear to have been operations in common use among the early Greeks. The employment of a kind of bellows for the forging of tools, presumably of iron, figures in Egyptian sculpture of 1500 B.C. Cast iron appears to have been discovered about 850 B.C. Through the agency of the Romans the manufacture of iron was introduced all over the then known world and into those regions where it had not been previously known. New York American. An Indignant Beggar. Flashing a roll of bills in the face of a haughty individual who had refused to give him alms and who had added further insults to this injury by heap ing ridicule upon him, a very typical beggar at Coyoacan pulled off a stunt that brought down jeers upon the uncharitable young man. This beggar would have passed muster anywhere for one of the finished type and could safely have walked unarmed at midnight through a wilderness infested with thieves without his poverty once being questioned. There was not a whole thread in the warp and woof his shirt that extended from seam to seam, and only an expert sartorial artist could have detected which openings were those originally made in the garment for putting it on and off. Just what portion of those rags was solid and strong enough to retain the roll of bills is a marvelous enigma. A Test of Friendship. Just before Artemus Ward's death Robertson poured out some medicine and offered it to the sick man, who said, "My dear Tom, I won't take any more of that horrible stuff." Robertson urged him to swallow the mixture, saying: "Do, now—there's a dear fellow—for my sake. You know I would do anything for you." "Would you?" said Ward feebly grasping his friend's hand for the last time. "I would indeed," said Robertson. "Then you take it." Ward passed away a few hours afterward.—"Recollections of the Barcrofts." Pertaining to Fish. Blessings on thee, little man! Go a-fishing when you can. Never mind the teacher's rule not to run away from school. Take your bait and alder pole and then hunt the deepest hole where the wary troutlets hide by the canyon streamlet's side. You'll get licked at home, of course, and you'll suffer great remorse, but when daddy sees your string he'll gasp and say, "By jing!" And his rod and reel he'll snatch and start out to make a catch when your jacket he doth tan. Blessings on you, little man!—Los Angeles Express. Clothes and the Man. Man is in some sort a slave to his clothes, and there are many men who dislike wearing the same clothes on two consecutive days, more particularly the necktie. For the first two or three things you look at when you meet a man are his eyes and his necktie. And there is a sort of underlying consciousness as you face the morning world that your tie must be straight and clean and new. But to this end you must buy the cheap tie and throw it away with your sins before going to bed.—London Chronicle. A Curiosity. "What in the world have you got that bill framed up there for?" we asked. "Oh, that," sighed the billionaire, "is the only dollar I ever earned!" We understood.—Puck. All Had Seen Used. "So Plunksville's exposition is off?" "Yep." "And why?" "We couldn't think up no new name for a midway."—Chicago record-Herald. Most people live poor to die rich. It is much wiser to live rich and to die poor.—Houssaye. Steel appear to have been operations in common use among the early Greeks. The employment of a kind of bellows for the forging of tools, presumably of iron, figures in Egyptian sculpture of 1500 B.C. Cast iron appears to have been discovered about 850 B.C. Through the agency of the Romans the manufacture of iron was introduced all over the then known world and into those regions where it had not been previously known.—New York American. Chinese Filial Piety. The following Chinese story illustrates the national regard for filial piety: A man and his wife maltreated the husband's mother. As a punishment the scene of the act was openly cursed, the active agents were put to death, and the mother of the wife was bambooed, branded and exiled for her daughter's crime. The house in which the offenders lived was dug up from the foundations. Moreover, the scholars of the district were precluded from attending public examinations, and even the magistrates were deprived of their offices. These drastic measures were designed to render the empire illial. Opposites. Upgardson—isn't a lawsuit over a patent right about the dullest thing you ever saw? Atom—Not always. I attended a trial of that kind once that was too funny for anything. A tall lawyer named Short was reading a 6,000 word document he called a brief.—Chicago Tribune. Spelling. On a member of parliament being accused of bad spelling Disraeli humorously defended him by declaring that "a man must be an idiot who could not spell a word more ways than one." Among all other vices there is none I hate more than cruelty, the extremest of all vices.—Montaligne. Then you take it. Ward passed away a few hours after erward.—"Recollections of the Barcrofts." A Great Career Ahead. "Are you the professor?" "Yes, sir. What can I do for you?" "I have a daughter and I'd like to know what it will cost me to have her taught to sing. I think she will be come a great operatic star if her voice is properly trained." "Does she seem to have extraordinary gifts as a vocalist?" "Well, no; we haven't noticed that her vocal gifts are out of the ordinary but nobody seems to be able to marage her."—Chicago Record-Herald. The Bishop's Visit. Bishop (who has "looked in" a rural Sunday school)—Now, children can any of you tell what is meant by the visitation of the bishop? Little Girl (after a long pause)—Please, sir, an affliction sent from heaven.—London Telegraph. The Great Change. "Tommy," said the teacher of the juvenile class, "when water becomes ice what is the great change that takes place?" "The change in price," replied Tommy.—Exchange. Why the Whistle Howled. Passenger (on branch line)—Say, whiff does the engine always set up such piteous howl at this particular spot Guard—Ah! It was here the engineer first met his wife.—Kansas City Journal. The Finale. "It seems to me," said the Indian chief as he watched the white man encroachments, "that all my property very soon will be a mental reserve."—Judge. Many a girl thinks she has broken her heart when she has only sprained her imagination.—Life. FICTION is FICTION NEWS IS TRUTH The GAZETTE Prints the News The GAZETTE Tells the Truth AMERICAN WANDERLUST. A Habit Which Strengthens the Cohesive Unity of the Nation. Less than half the members of the United States senate and house of representatives are native born in the states which they represent. Nothing could more clearly show the alert activities of the American people and that constant intermingling of the inhabitants of the several states which adds so much to the cohesive unity of the nation. The boy who goes to a distant state often accomplishes more than the one who goes straight on in the footprints of his father in the home village. Even Daniel Webster was not born in the old Bay State, whose influence and dignity he so well sustained and whose people mourned him so sincerely when his great life closed. This wandering from state to state has resulted in the organizing in New York city of many state societies, which aim to gather together the natives of their respective states annually to revive the pleasant memories of the old home days, with their thousand clinging ties. What would happen if the American people should cease to wander about the country? is a question often asked. It is said that an eastern man never amounts to anything until he goes west and that a western man This wandering from state to state has resulted in the organizing in New York city of many state societies, which aim to gather together the natives of their respective states annually to revive the pleasant memories of the old home days, with their thousand clinging ties. What would happen if the American people should cease to wander about the country? is a question often asked. It is said that an eastern man never amounts to anything until he goes west and that a western man has to come east in order to attain his full stature mentally. The northern man is advised to go south to learn gentle courtesy and chivalric bearing, the southerner to go north to add more iron to his blood. There can be no doubt that this constant evolution has encouraged the birth of new ideas, just as the whirling of the kinetoscope developed a toy into our present wonderful moving pictures, which gives us glimpses of life in motion all over the world.—Joe Mitchell Chapple in National Magazine. Nasal Catarrh quickly yields to treatment by the agreeable, aromatic Ely's Cream Balm. It is received through the nostrils and cleanses and heals the whole surface over which it diffuses itself. Drug-gists sell the 50c. size. 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