A Note On The Book
“If you just understand the fact that you’re either joyful or miserable only by choice, the question is only whether you make your choices consciously or unconsciously. If you’re aware of this, yes, any moment when you understand it is you who is creating misery andnot somebody else, you would definitively stop it.”
These words from Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev have changed my complete perception of Joy. Till then, I had all kinds of hallucinatory ideas about Joy (and still do) but the 2 days that I spent with him, seeking his thoughts on Joy showed me a whole new world.
While I would like to talk about Sadhguru, the “Guru” and the dispeller of darkness, whose power helped me realize a new dimension of Joy which I had not experienced until now, the dimension which is so much beyond… I would love to talk about Sadhguru the man.
As a man he is the most Joyful. He is so much 100% in the moment in whatever he does – intense and involved. A fascinating storyteller, he has the most incredible sense of humour and presents the deepest concepts most lucidly through his by now famous anecdotes. He is an amazing person to have a discussion with on any topic ranging from frisbees to books to BMW bikes to politics. He is quite incisive and has great clarity about anything he speaks. He can make anything sound simple. His precision with words and the
ability to put across the most profound thought in a way that “you” will understand is most precious for the listener.
Sadhguru, the man, is most playful. Watch him when he makes twenty people chase the Frisbee that he has flung with his intensity. He is humility personified and you can feel it when he serves you food with his own hands. When he is talking you, he is talking only to you. He talks about his most incredible achievements with so much simplicity as though he were talking about his morning walk.
These aspects of Sadhguru as the human being are a source of inspiration for me and a source of Joy. Sadhguru, that dimension beyond the human being I see, is Joy itself.
This book is a journey about Joy.
It is not a guidebook. It is not a “how to” book. It is not going to give you “an instant formula for Joy”. On the contrary it is going to make you restless to seek Joy, as it has done for me. It will change the context of your life.
I have not written this book. I am only a fortunate medium for what Sadhguru has to say since I wanted to share this Joy with so many people around the world like you. The parts in the book which are about the characters Dev, Lila and Arya have been written by me. Sadhguru’s words on Joy begin with a marking of his name in each chapter.
No matter what your circumstances are, I wish you boundless Joy that this creation has to offer. It is your birthright and all you need is openness to seek it!
Actually you have no option but to seek Joy, no option but to choose Joy.
May Joy be with you, always!
—Jeetendra Jain
August 20, 2008
Special mentions of some Joyful people
There are several people whose names have to be mentioned and these individuals thanked simply because they have helped make this book happen.
Swami Nisarga has been handholding this book through so many roles – as a motivator, as an editor, as a critic and as a co-ordinator for this project at the Ashram. Shobha Kadur quietly edited this book many times over and with much Joy and patience. Hoda Durham helped nail the process to the elusive last chapter. Swami Devasatwa for his patience while helping design the book. Maa Gambhiri for helping co-ordinate and linking up with the publishers.
Mr. Ashwin Shah, Akash Shah and Mr. R.H. Sharma of Jaico publishers need to be thanked for their whole-hearted involvement in the vision for this book and for bringing the book out in an incredibly short time.
Vivek of Vivek Sahni Design, New Delhi and their team for magical cover design of the book and the inside pages. Preeti Vyas and her young dynamic team at Depot (Big Bazaar) for encouraging this effort so well without knowing much about us.
For Kumar at the Ashram for his tremendous efforts in the launch of the book. Swami Udhava for his dogged efforts in the last stages
before the book publishing.
For many Isha Yoga meditators, who joyfully became a part of this process of developing ideas for the book including sessions with Sadhguru : Kavita Pasricha, Revathi Shivkumar, Tina, Natalie, Angela, Maa Kashyapi, Swami Ullasa. My friends Gangadharan Menon, Sabina Verma and scores of other well wishers who motivated me and helped the efforts on this book.
For Ashok Jain and several employees at Oxygen Communications in Mumbai for helping on the book designs, initial conceptualisation, etc.
For my wife and Isha meditator, Shilpa and my daughter Isha for their joyful and constant support for this book and in this journey.
Their small and large inputs have made the journey of putting this book together a very joyful one.
What is the way out?
“What is Joy, Dad? Are all of us joyful?” asked Arya, the 6-year old son of Dev & Lila with a very innocent look in his eyes. His parents were stumped with this question and could only exchange a bewildered look.
Arya was a fun loving, mischievous and playful child who often had a bagful of wonderful and innocent questions for his parents which occasionally brought a smile to their otherwise burdened life of ambitions and responsibility.
This time, Arya immediately knew that his parents could not really answer the question. So, he went on happily to his room to play with his new whirring top even as Dev and Lila stared blankly at the poster displayed in Arya’s room which said, “THE WAY OUT IS THROUGH THE IN DOOR!”. Neither Dev nor Arya liked this poster nor knew what it meant. A friend at Isha Yoga had got them this poster and Arya liked it very much for some unknown reason.
The question that Arya had asked his father and mother seemed to play on their minds for several months.
You are a Joy industry
Dev and Lila were smiling at the little toy that Arya was playing with which was a mechanically wound toy shaped like a monkey that wouldclap andsmile.
“No matter which direction you set this toy and let it go it seems to smile andclap. Dad”saida beaming Arya.
“Surely son” said Lila “ and the day it stops doing this, you willnotplay withthe toy anymore. Isn’tthat true?”
Arya laughed.
Sadhguru: Let us pose a question – In the last 24 hours, how many moments of Joy have you known? Every person should constantly look at it, at the end of the day. Every night before going to bed, spend just 5-10 minutes checking your accounts – how many moments of Joy have I known today? From yesterday to today has it improved or has it fallen? Are my Joys in profit or loss? Do this like a checkout everyday.
Right now if you look at your life, everything that you are doing is in pursuit of Joy, so you are a Joy industry. If you are a Joy industry you need to check if from the age of 5 your production has been improving or depleting.
When you were a child, other people considered you a child but actually you were a slave because you just obeyed commands. If
somebody said ‘stand up’, you stood up. If somebody said ‘sleep’, you slept and if somebody said ‘go to school’, you went to school.
They thought you were a child but in your experience, you were a slave who was so terribly eager to grow up soon. Now that you have grown up, have got your own life, your own bank account, your own stuff going and everything of your own, has your Joy multiplied? It has got subtracted or divided, isn’t it?
Please see, everything that you did is in pursuit of Joy. Whether you went for a job, sought a career, built businesses, made money or built families, everything has been in pursuit of your Joy. So when the basic thing doesn’t happen, you are badly caught up in the process. It is like the example of running a power loom. When we want to manufacture cloth we work round the clock and put in a lot of raw material, but when we don’t find any end product generated, what do we do with the unit?
We shut it down or overhaul it – that’s all the choice that you have. Either the loom needs to be shut down, or it needs to be overhauled, that’s all.
Right now, if you look at your life, everything that you are doing is in pursuit of Joy. In other words, you are a Joy industry!
Square one of your life
“Such a wonderful tree, Mom!” shouted Arya when he looked up at the huge banyan tree in thegarden.
“Yes such huge branches and such beautiful leaves,” added Lila.
“And such a huge trunk mom, it’s so wonderful!” Arya said while hugging the tree trunkfondly.
“But my son, do you see what supports all this?” Lila asked Arya and then pointed to some of the roots of the tree that hadsprung above theground
Arya lookedat them curiously.
Sadhguru: Joy is not the end of the world. I am talking about Joy as the square one of your life, as a solid foundation for your life to flower upon.
I am not talking about Joy as the ultimate possibility in your life; I am talking about Joy as the ‘A’ of your life, not the ‘Z’ of your life. When the ‘A’ has not happened, what else are you talking about? You are trying to build a house without laying the foundations. Do you know what a feat it will be to hold up a house that doesn’t have foundations? If you let it go for one moment, it will fall on your head. That’s how your life is, isn’t it? If you are off guard for one moment, everything will crash upon your head.
But if you have a solid foundation of Joy, you can do whatever you want to do on that. You can even build a huge mansion and it is fine because it has got good foundations. Now you have no foundations or you have shaky foundations and you are trying to hold the building up. What a torture every little activity of life must be!
I am not talking about Joy as the ultimate possibility in your life; I am talking about Joy as the ‘A’ of your life, not the ‘Z’ ofyour life.
Phantom strikes again!
Lila was very annoyed with Arya and did not know what to do withthe cookies thatshe hadboughtat the supermarket.
Each time she bought cookies and hid them, Arya would sniff them out. Even if she lied that she had not bought any cookies, Arya would quickly find them and would consume a goodhalfofthem before she foundout.
Lila feltthat her delightofbuying cookies wouldnever last.
Sadhguru: The whole science and wisdom of what we refer to as inner nature or inner engineering or inner sciences, means, not seeing Joy as something that we could achieve in our life but seeing Joy as the very basis of our lives.
Is this the only goal of our life? Joy is not the goal; it is the square one of your life. Other things can happen, only if this one thing happens. Otherwise, you’ll live constantly with the fear of misery striking at you. Anything can happen to you at any moment, that’s the way of life.
Externally, physically just about anything can happen. Right now you’re in existence but the next moment you may evaporate. It is a possibility. We’re not wishing it, but it is a possibility (Laughs). But more than what can happen externally, your fear and your concern about what can happen within you is your experience of you
becoming miserable, anxious, or stressed. These are your concerns, and no matter how you try to handle it, misery keeps striking back again and again.
Once a kindergarten teacher walked into the classroom and found a muddy puddle, right in the middle of the classroom, intentionally made by somebody. She looked at it and asked ‘Who made this mess in the class?’ None of the tiny tots opened their mouths because they had a certain camaraderie about not squealing.
The teacher asked again, but nobody answered. The teacher then thought there is no point pushing it, so she said, “Now boys and girls, we will all close our eyes and give whoever made this mess five minutes, to just clean it up, go back and sit. Nobody needs to know who did it, but this mess must be cleaned up”.
Everybody closed their eyes and suddenly the teacher heard a patter of feet, the bucket and some other noises. She gave this enough time. After some time they again heard the patter of feet running back and sitting down. Everything was quiet and that meant the job was done. When everybody opened their eyes, they found one more muddy pool, and alongside it was written ‘Phantom strikes again!’.
So, every time in your life, at every stage in your life, you think ‘Oh if I just get this job, this is it, my life is made’ but a little while later, it strikes back. You thought ‘If I get married to this particular person, that’s it, my life is made’, and it strikes back like hell! (Laughs).
At every stage you think ‘this is it’, but life always strikes back again and again, isn’t it? Life strikes back not because there is something wrong with creation, but because you’re not in tune with your own basic existence, because you have got identified with petty things that you gathered. You have become an accumulation, you have no existence of your own.
At every stage, you think ‘this is it’, but life strikes backagain and again because you are not in tune with your own basic existence.
The fruit of action
Dev would never find Lila free for a chat. Her mornings were busy with preparing breakfast and other household chores while late evenings were spent in winding up for the day. Even her weekends were busy with shopping or helping Arya withhis schoolassignments.
“You are never free Lila …to talkto me,”grumbledDev.
“Oh come on Dev” smiled Lila “you can never see me free even ifIam, becauseyou are alwaysgrumbling!”
Sadhguru: Right now, you are living on the surface, so every contradiction that happens around you, upsets your inner experience.
Life is nurturing you with such a deep sense of Joy that if you were rooted into the core of life, then outside situations would have no impact on you.
You can handle the outside situations only to the best of your capability. Some things happen the way you want them, some things don’t happen the way you want them. What about it? That’s how life is, and you have no issue with it. Some things work for you, some things don’t work for you. Even if it doesn’t work for you, obviously it is working for somebody else. Isn’t it? What’s the hassle?
You become unhappy and depressed when what you want does not happen. When you are already joyful, what happens or does not happen is not the issue. You are released from the fruit of action even before you start the action. This is not because you develop some dispassion or renunciation about it but simply because you are so joyful. If you do not know Joy within yourself as a way of being, you cannot be free from the fruit of action because the fruit of action is the source of your Joy. How can you be free from it? You cannot be free from it.
Ifyou do not know Joy withinyourselfas a way ofbeing, you cannot be free from the fruit of action because the fruit of action is the source ofyour Joy.
The collector’s item
“Why do you collect these stupid marbles Arya” Dev asked his son who hada box fullofassortedmarbles.
Arya thought for a moment and then retorted “But Dad these are better than those funny pictures of football and cricket players that you collect…and you were very angry when I once satonyour collection book!”
Lila who had just stepped into the room laughed and Arya immediately admonished her too saying, “…and Mom don’t you laugh! You collect all those old recipes for your kitchen too and you were so upset when I dropped ketchup on them…!”
Sadhguru: The problem is that you get identified with the accumulations. Accumulation can enrich your life: in any sphere of life, who is the rich man? The one who has accumulated plenty, isn’t it? So accumulation is not the problem, it enriches your life. But, you’re identified with your accumulations and since you can only accumulate things, you have reduced yourself into a thing.
I know you accumulate people, but they are also things in your experience, because they’re your property isn’t it? People are your property. Your husband or your wife, your children, they are your property. Somehow, because accumulating inanimate things is not sufficient for your ego, you accumulate animate things; otherwise
you don’t feel good. They may be living beings, but in your experience, they’re just things that you possess.
So accumulation by itself is not the problem, your getting identified with it and your reducing yourself into a thing, is the problem. It is in this identification and reducing yourself into a thing that you have lost the experience of this being. You live as if this being doesn’t exist, only accumulation exists, because you get identified with it.
If you do not identify yourself with any aspect of your accumulation, you still have an existence, a very large sense of existence, a very powerful sense of existence without any accumulation. But you chose to identify yourself because you never allowed yourself to taste the vastness of your existence for a moment.
You identified with one thing, and you became that and it felt insufficient after some time. So you accumulated one more thing. That too felt good only for some time and then it felt insufficient. So you accumulate one more thing, one more thing, and one more thing.
If you gather all the galaxies into your accumulation, you will still feel insufficient because there is something within you, which will not settle for any little thing, because its nature is that of the creator himself. That which is within you, which is the basis of creation cannot be limited to any particular identification.
The moment you tie it down with an identity, it struggles. This struggle is what you’re experiencing as lack of Joy or misery. If you untie it from all identities, joyfulness is not something that you run after. Joyfulness is an attainment that you’re looking up to. It is not a fruit hanging from the sky that you reach out for, it is something that will naturally play at your feet.
Ifyou gather all the galaxies into your accumulation, you will still feel insufficient because there is something within you,
which will not settle for any little thing, because its nature is thatofthe creator himself.
An outside chance
Lila’s mood changed. She suddenly looked delighted after being so dullthe whole day.
When Dev asked her why she suddenly feltgood, Lila pointed outat the rain andsaid “Rains always cheer me up”.
“So we will get you under the water spray the next time you are in a foulmood”saida visibly upset Dev. “Andifthat is not the real thing then Arya and I will go up to the roof and sprinkle water with our lawn sprayer” he added with an impish smile. Arya was laughing and he ran out to play in the rain.
Arya then openedan umbrella andheldit over Lila’s headand this made her smile. She realized it had been so stupid of her to wait for the rain so thatshe couldsmile.
Sadhguru: If there is no foundation of Joy, I cannot do what I intend to do with people. So irrespective of who you are, where you are or what you are, I’m constantly laying the foundation which you’re always trying to uproot! (Laughs). Laying up the foundation is not in terms of teaching, not in terms of understanding.
Joy is not because you know something, Joy is not because you understand something, Joy is because the deepest core of you functions, finds expression. When you sit with me, my energies are
such, your physical body, mind and your emotions get naturally aligned in a certain way, so you feel joyful.
But, you need to understand this, even though the induction is from outside, the actual Joy is always from within. In poetry we would say ‘I will shower Joy upon you’. But, no, we cannot shower Joy upon you. We can create a situation where you cannot help being aligned in a certain way whereby, you naturally feel joyful. Joy is always an inner experience, if it was showered upon you, your skin should feel it first, but that’s not how it happens. It is a certain alignment within you, which naturally allows the innermost core to find expression and Joy happens.
There’s nothing else wrong with people except that they’re miserable, isn’t it? (Laughs) They are miserable in whatever they do and they don’t do. If they get to do something they make themselves miserable, if they don’t, they become miserable. They just need an excuse.
But you will see if you’re in a certain level of alignment on a particular day, suddenly you will find all you need is an excuse to burst into laughter. But if you’re in a certain level of misalignment, all you need is an excuse to burst into tears and depression. So you need to understand, whatever you are thinking right now as the source of your Joy is just an excuse.
There’s nothing else wrong with people except that they’re miserable, if they get to do something they make themselves miserable, if they don’t, they become miserable. They just needan excuse!
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Tires of Looking at His Own Gravestone.
Francis M. Collins, eighty-eight-year-old war veteran, has grown tired and lonely sitting at the foot of his own grave in Forest Home Cemetery, at Milwaukee, Wis., admiring the flowers and the monument—especially the monument. Collins has decided that man was not meant to be alone, on the earth or under it, and is planning to get married.
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The solitary name on one side of the stone began to look forlorn and lonely. The veteran got the habit of romancing on how nice it would be to have another name—her name—on the opposite side. There was no particular woman then. But there is now. Her name is Orrie Viola— something—but Collins will not tell the rest of it.
The other day a stone carver came trudging through the cemetery with his tools. He hunted around in the vicinity of the chapel until he found a plot that looked like a little garden, and beside it was an old man with a patriarchal beard. When the stone carver left, the name “Orrie Viola Collins” smiled back at the afternoon sun, and Collins was smiling up at the newly carved name.
Some New Inventions.
A cotton manufacturer of Westbrook, Maine, has patented a machine for the harvesting of cotton which has just been successfully demonstrated at Fairwold, S. C. The harvester picks the cotton by sucking the lint out of the bolls by compressed air, somewhat on the order, apparently, of the vacuum cleaner.
A mechanic of St. Louis, Mo., has invented a “non-skidder,” which is intended to prevent the possibility of accident to an automobile by making it impossible for the car to slide off the road. The attachment consists of two shoes fastened to the rear of the car, between the wheels. When the car begins to skid, the driver touches a button, and the shoes instantly drop to the surface of the road, stopping the car. The shoes are about eighteen inches long and three inches wide, made of hard metal with a corrugated undersurface.
A device perfected by an inventor of Wakefied, Mass., enables the motorman of a street car to see the entire interior of the car or to have an unobstructed view down the outside. It consists of a series of mirrors arranged at angles in a small tube, through which images of any object are reflected.
For use in small gatherings there has been invented an attachment for phonographs that illustrates songs as they are sung by projecting lanternslide views on a screen hung in front of the phonograph horn.
Bears Eating Farmers’ Pigs.
Bears are causing the farmers around Grifton, N. Y., annoyance. Although there has been no drought to drive them from the swamps, the animals, for some unexplainable reason, have come out of the low grounds in numbers, and their inroads upon the farmers’ hogs and other stock have caused the latter to take steps looking to the eradication of the bears.
Mayor F. I. Sutton and J. E. Forrest, of Kingston, are out in quest of bear in the vicinity of Stonington Creek, and hope to bag one or more of the intruders.
Pushing Buttons President’s Job.
Pushing buttons is one of President Wilson’s jobs. Nothing of big national interest is properly “opened” except by the president. The latest request was for him to press a button at the White House officially opening the new Houston, Texas, ship canal. In a like manner the president the other day opened the new union passenger station at Kansas City, Mo.
The cost of clearing a line for one official flash, involving the suspension of service over thousands of miles of wire, and the attention of scores of men, is borne by any telegraph company over whose line it goes. There is a tacit understanding between the telegraph companies and the White House that the wire service will be free for all events of sufficient importance to merit the president’s attention.
The greatest button-pushing event in the history of the White House was the president’s flash which blew up the Gamboa Dike in the Panama Canal and allowed the water to enter the big ditch for the first time.
The next big event of this kind will be the opening of the Panama-Pacific Exposition, at San Francisco, next year.
Several days before the date of the official opening the telegraph offices at points along the route selected for the flash will be notified that at a certain hour, on a certain day, the president will open the exposition. About thirty minutes before the time set the Washington office will “cut in” a wire from the White House and attach it to one of a certain number of wires assigned for exclusive service between Washington and Chicago. It is the custom to rig two circuits out of Washington, to prevent possible accidents or mistakes that would delay the message.
Chicago is notified that wires, say No. 119 and No. 104, Washington and Chicago, will be used for the flash. During the full half hour prior to the sending of the flash these wires are kept absolutely clear of messages, except the signals of the wire chiefs, who are rigging the circuit. “Repeaters” are placed at frequent intervals along the route. The “repeaters” are simply instruments used to add further energy to the circuit at different points. They do not really repeat the president’s flash. The initial impulse given at Washington carries straight through to the coast.
When the Chicago office learns that Washington is using wires 119 and 104, these wires are promptly hooked up with other wires through to Omaha, Neb., or Ogden, Utah, and the word passes along the line. The
Ogden operator finishes the circuit and San Francisco is advised to make ready for the flash.
At precisely the time named the president steps to a button in the White House offices, gives it a push, and the exposition opens.
It is the special nature of the flash that wears on the nerves of the telegraph men. If a presidential message should go wrong, they would account it a big blot upon their records. As soon as the flash has gone through the circuit is dismantled and the telegraph traffic flows on.
Four-room Dwelling Hacked from Rock.
James Homer, of Inez, Ky., is building, or rather making, one of the strangest houses ever heard, told of in this section of the country. He has undertaken to pick and hack a four-room dwelling place out of a solid rock, which is seventy-five feet high and projects out of the mountainside some forty or fifty feet. Homer claims he will have it finished by 1916. He said, in a recent interview:
“Some people may think I am crazy, but I am perfectly sane. This is a vast undertaking, but I consider nothing is impossible to the man that has a will. ‘Where there’s a will there’s a way,’ you know.
“I think this will be an ideal home for my wife and four children, and when I have it finished I am going to give a house party, one that will be a surprise, indeed, to the people of Rockcastle Creek, for this will be the only house of the kind that I ever heard of, and probably the only one that any of my neighbors have ever seen.”
Gives His Life for Science.
G. R. Mines, a professor of physiology at McGill University, Montreal, Quebec, met death mysteriously in his laboratory at the university. Just what caused his death is not known, but Principal William Peterson believes Professor Mines, in the course of experiments upon himself in his chosen branch of physiology, dealing chiefly with the phenomena of the heart action and respiration, lost his life through the apparatus which was attached to his body getting out of order in some unknown manner.
Ridding Country of Cattle Plague.
How did the foot-and-mouth disease start its epidemic in America?
The answers to questions like this are always lost in mystery. But at the great Chicago stockyards, closed for the first time since 1865, the story is told that at Niles, Mich., where the plague first broke out a few weeks ago, there is a tannery which imports hides. It imported a sizable consignment of water buffalo hides, so the story runs, and imported them via Italy. They
came packed in Italian straw. They were unpacked and the straw carelessly thrown to one side.
A Polish farmer in the vicinity, with the sound thrift of the Old World, saw this straw, and inquired about its eventual use. He was told he could have it if he would haul it away. He hauled it. He fed it to his little herd of cattle.
But the cattle, instead of waxing fat and prospering, began to grow thin. They developed a fever. They put their heads down and began to lick their hoofs. The local veterinary authorities had their attention directed to the case. The government came in, and the foot-and-mouth disease was officially declared extant in the United States.
The foot-and-mouth disease, which has caused a quarantine on live stock in so many States, is violently contagious among animals. It is characterized by sensitive sores on the tongue, palate, and hoofs of the animals. The sores become red and raw within a very short time, and cause the disease to spread rapidly to other cattle. Government experts have declared that the only way to stamp out the disease is to destroy all animals affected.
In the world-famous Union stockyards of Chicago infected cattle were killed in great droves, regardless of value, and were buried in quicklime to prevent any possible spread of the disease. Similar methods have been followed by cattle raisers of States where the quarantine is in force. The work of cleaning up and disinfecting the Chicago stockyards progressed rapidly. The only sign of excitement coincident with the shutting down of the yards was a shotgun onslaught on the hundreds of thousands of pigeons ordered killed by the State and government authorities. They were doomed as disease-germ carriers. The work of driving the rats from the yards was started. Poison fumes were sprayed into the holes and crevices in the brick pavements in those pens in which the work of cleaning and disinfecting had been completed.
In all the vast acreage of cattle pens, ordinarily marked by tossing horns and eddies of sheep and swine, there was little life save where men handling the disinfecting machine waged battle against the germ of the costly malady. The twenty-five miles of streets and alleys within the inclosures were wintry in appearance, snow white with the lime spread over them.
The resumption of slaughtering at the Chicago yards will not mean the restoration of business to its normal volume because the business in stockers and feeders will be affected. Two of the greatest cattle-producing States, Illinois and Iowa, are under the government ban because of the presence of the foot-and-mouth contagion. When Delaware was put under quarantine it was the thirteenth State in the list. By special order of the United States department of agriculture, Canada was included in the quarantine area. No evidence of foot-and-mouth disease had been discovered in the Dominion, but it was learned that infected cars had been sent over the border and the order was issued to prevent their return.
The government authorities took steps to prevent the disease from getting a foothold in the ranges and grazing sections of the West. “The government will kill all infected animals,” said Secretary of Agriculture Houston. “It will stop all movement of infected cattle from infected areas, and will do everything to localize the epidemic.”
That the foot-and-mouth disease cannot be transmitted to human beings by eating the flesh of diseased animals, but can be contracted by drinking unboiled milk or butter made from the milk of an infected cow, is the statement made by doctors who have studied the disease.
Fate Calls Upon a Modern Valjean.
This is a story of a few sheets of legal cap paper faded and yellow with age, a modern Jean Valjean, whose quarter of a century of peace and industry may end in a black cloud of misery and death, and a passionate crime in which brother slays brother.
Unlike Victor Hugo’s celebrated character, this modern Valjean has not mounted the rostrum of justice to proclaim his guilt and true self before the wide world, but, to the contrary, the man accused refuses to acknowledge the alleged facts and criminating evidence that the hand of the law spreads before him.
Recently carpenters moving an old desk in the district attorney’s office in Pittsburgh, Pa., accidentally broke open a locker, from which tumbled a number of dusty papers. Among them were the verdict and minutes of a coroner’s inquest and an indictment for murder. The papers recalled the crime of almost a quarter of a century ago.
In 1892, Joseph Gantt and his brother Frank were ex-convicts. Both had served their time, reformed, gone to work, and were living with their parents in Pittsburgh.
On the day before the murder, just twenty-two years ago, Frank Gantt was picked up by the police on the strength of his former record.
At the dinner table the following night, Joseph accused Frank of returning to his old ways of crime and bringing more disgrace on their aged parents. The charge resulted in an argument. The table was upset as both men jumped to their feet. The lamp was dashed to the floor and the room was in darkness.
When lights were restored, Frank was dead on the floor from a knife wound and Joseph was gone.
The story was told at the coroner’s inquest. Sisters and brothers were brought before the grand jury, and an indictment was returned.
Then Fate smiled on the man who wished to reform, tucked the papers in an out-of-the-way corner of the district attorney’s desk, and left them a score of years until her smile faded.
When Assistant District Attorney John Dunn brought the papers to the office of the county detective department in Pittsburgh, Detective E. E. Clark was interrogating Miss Ethel Reese in regard to another case. The girl is not as old as the musty papers.
“Ever hear of Joe Gantt?” asked Dunn.
“Not that I remember,” replied the detective.
“I have,” spoke up the girl. “He’s my uncle. His name is Clark now, and he lives in Chicago. Why?”
“Oh, nothing,” said Dunn, as he walked out of the office, making notes on his cuff.
Dunn and Detective Edeburn came to Chicago. With the assistance of Captain Halpin, of the detective bureau, and two other Chicago detectives, they began to hunt for “Clark.” They located the man. His arrest followed. Then Miss Reese arrived in Chicago with Detective Clark.
“That’s Uncle Joe,” she said, when she confronted “Clark” in Captain Halpin’s office. “He came back to Pittsburgh to visit us last spring. Why is he arrested?”
“He is wanted for the murder of your Uncle Frank,” replied the captain. The girl fainted.
Meanwhile, the man—whether Clark, Gantt, or Ghent, as the Pittsburgh newspaper twenty-two years ago called him—is silent except to insist that he is Frank J. Clark and not Gantt. He refuses to recognize the girl.
During the last twenty-two years the man says he has lived “clean.” He worked all over the country. He served his country against Spain in ’98. He fought at Santiago as a member of the Fifth Mississippi Volunteers—known as “the Immunes,” because all the men in it were immune to tropical fevers.
Last of all, Gantt married and settled down in a little home at 2128 West Harrison Street. He has been working as a structural ironworker.
His wife is a deaf mute—the man himself is now approaching the sixtyyear mark—and the smile of the kindly Fate has faded.
Ocean-to-ocean Auto Travel.
With the exception of such slight improvements as may be made during the winter months, the principal transcontinental routes are now in approximately the shape they will be at the beginning of the heavy travel to the Pacific Coast Exposition early next year.
Late reports to the American Automobile Association from all quarters indicate that the road improvements on the principal cross-country lines during 1914 have been underestimated. This is particularly the case on the western end of the “Northwest Trail.”
The cities, counties, and towns on the line of the Lincoln Highway in the Far West have also made very great improvements. The “All-Southern Route” as a whole has been greatly improved during 1914, and will not present very serious difficulties to tourists who decide to go leisurely across that way in 1915.
Maps and specific information can be had by addressing A. A. A. headquarters, Riggs Building, Washington, D. C.
Indian Waif-king to Assemble Tribe.
He is king of the remnant of a great race now scattered to the winds— David Seattle, of the Snohomish tribe. Lean as a wolf was the king, and
footsore with far travels, when he entered the office of the Seattle Star, asking that paper to help him in locating his widely dispersed tribesfolk.
Until a few moons ago he did not know he was king, this stolid Indian lad, who had been placed in St. Joseph’s School, in Tacoma, when a baby. He did not remember when he came or who brought him there. On the register he is simply “David Seattle.” No hint of royal inheritance appeared to mar his democratic playing and boyish quarreling with school companions. Assertions of kinship would only have served to call down upon him the wrath of his playmates, and who were certain that royalty rode on magnificent chargers and was heralded with blaring trumpets.
Charlie David Seattle, only living son of Chief Seattle I., waits for death. He is very old, and his work is done.
There came to him not long ago in Snohomish an Indian of another tribe. “I met one of your people in Seattle,” he confided. “His name is like yours —David Seattle.”
The old man, strangely excited, came to the city and found David.
“Where,” he asked, “were you born? And who was your father?”
“I do not know,” said the young Indian. “I was put in St. Joseph’s School when a baby.” And he told the old patriarch all he knew, which was little enough, though it served.
“It was I who put you there,” said Charlie David Seattle. “Your father was dead some time before. I took you from your dead mother’s arms. You are the oldest son of the oldest son of Chief Seattle. You are the head of the Snohomish people.”
It was thus plain David Seattle learned he was a king.
Chief David Seattle has been visiting as many of his people as he has been able to locate. Sometimes he bought railroad tickets. At other times he stole rides on freight trains. And often he walked. He went to Oregon, wandering east of the Cascades, journeying to remote corners of the Olympic Peninsula. Finally he reached the northern end of British Columbia. Wherever he heard of Snohomish Indians there he went.
“There are,” he said, “two thousand three hundred of my people left. Of these I have visited two thousand. They were glad to see me.”
That is why he appealed to the white man’s newspaper—to help him find the other three hundred.
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692—Doctor Quartz Again.
693—The Famous Case of Doctor Quartz.
694—The Chemical Clue.
695—The Prison Cipher.
696—A Pupil of Doctor Quartz.
697—The Midnight Visitor.
698—The Master Crook’s Match.
699—The Man Who Vanished.
700—The Garnet Gauntlet.
701—The Silver Hair Mystery.
702—The Cloak of Guilt.
703—A Battle for a Million.
704—Written in Red.
707—Rogues of the Air.
709—The Bolt from the Blue.
710—The Stockbridge Affair.
711—A Secret from the Past.
712—Playing the Last Hand.
713—A Slick Article.
714—The Taxicab Riddle.
715—The Knife Thrower.
717—The Master Rogue’s Alibi.
719—The Dead Letter.
720—The Allerton Millions.
728—The Mummy’s Head.
729—The Statue Clue.
730—The Torn Card.
731—Under Desperation’s Spur.
732—The Connecting Link.
733—The Abduction Syndicate.
736—The Toils of a Siren.
737—The Mark of a Circle.
738—A Plot Within a Plot.
739—The Dead Accomplice.
741—The Green Scarab.
743—A Shot in the Dark.
746—The Secret Entrance.
747—The Cavern Mystery.
748—The Disappearing Fortune.
749—A Voice from the Past.
752—The Spider’s Web.
753—The Man With a Crutch.
754—The Rajah’s Regalia.
755—Saved from Death.
756—The Man Inside.
757—Out for Vengeance.
758—The Poisons of Exili.
759—The Antique Vial.
760—The House of Slumber.
761—A Double Identity.
762—“The Mocker’s” Stratagem.
763—The Man that Came Back.
764—The Tracks in the Snow.
765—The Babbington Case.
766—The Masters of Millions.
767—The Blue Stain.
768—The Lost Clew.
770—The Turn of a Card.
771—A Message in the Dust.
772—A Royal Flush.
774—The Great Buddha Beryl.
775—The Vanishing Heiress.
776—The Unfinished Letter.
777—A Difficult Trail.
778—A Six-word Puzzle.
782—A Woman’s Stratagem.
783—The Cliff Castle Affair.
784—A Prisoner of the Tomb.
785—A Resourceful Foe.
786—The Heir of Dr. Quartz.
787—Dr. Quartz, the Second.
789—The Great Hotel Tragedies.
790—Zanoni, the Witch.
791—A Vengeful Sorceress.
794—Doctor Quartz’s Last Play.
795—Zanoni, the Transfigured.
796—The Lure of Gold.
797—The Man With a Chest.
798—A Shadowed Life.
799—The Secret Agent.
800—A Plot for a Crown.
801—The Red Button.
802—Up Against It.
803—The Gold Certificate.
804—Jack Wise’s Hurry Call.
805—Nick Carter’s Ocean Chase.
806—Nick Carter and the Broken Dagger.
807—Nick Carter’s Advertisement.
808—The Kregoff Necklace.
809—The Footprints on the Rug.
810—The Copper Cylinder.
811—Nick Carter and the Nihilists.
812—Nick Carter and the Convict Gang.
813—Nick Carter and the Guilty Governor.
814—The Triangled Coin.
815—Ninety-nine—and One.
816—Coin Number 77.
817—In the Canadian Wilds.
818—The Niagara Smugglers.
819—The Man Hunt.
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NICK CARTER STORIES
1—The Man from Nowhere.
2—The Face at the Window.
3—A Fight for a Million.
4—Nick Carter’s Land Office.
5—Nick Carter and the Professor.
6—Nick Carter as a Mill Hand.
7—A Single Clew.
8—The Emerald Snake.
9—The Currie Outfit.
10—Nick Carter and the Kidnapped Heiress.
11—Nick Carter Strikes Oil.
12—Nick Carter’s Hunt for a Treasure.
13—A Mystery of the Highway.
14—The Silent Passenger.
15—Jack Dreen’s Secret.
16—Nick Carter’s Pipe Line Case.
17—Nick Carter and the Gold Thieves.
18—Nick Carter’s Auto Chase.
19—The Corrigan Inheritance.
20—The Keen Eye of Denton.
21—The Spider’s Parlor.
22—Nick Carter’s Quick Guess.
23—Nick Carter and the Murderess.
24—Nick Carter and the Pay Car.
25—The Stolen Antique.
26—The Crook League.
27—An English Cracksman.
28—Nick Carter’s Still Hunt.
29—Nick Carter’s Electric Shock.
30—Nick Carter and the Stolen Duchess.
31—The Purple Spot.
32—The Stolen Groom.
33—The Inverted Cross.
34—Nick Carter and Keno McCall.
35—Nick Carter’s Death Trap.
36—Nick Carter’s Siamese Puzzle.
37—The Man Outside.
38—The Death Chamber.
39—The Wind and the Wire.
40—Nick Carter’s Three Cornered Chase.
41—Dazaar, the Arch-Fiend.
42—The Queen of the Seven.
43—Crossed Wires.
44—A Crimson Clew.
45—The Third Man.
46—The Sign of the Dagger.
47—The Devil Worshipers.
48—The Cross of Daggers.
49—At Risk of Life.
50—The Deeper Game.
51—The Code Message.
52—The Last of the Seven.
53—Ten-Ichi, the Wonderful.
54—The Secret Order of Associated Crooks.
55—The Golden Hair Clew.
56—Back From the Dead.
57—Through Dark Ways.
58—When Aces Were Trumps.
59—The Gambler’s Last Hand.
60—The Murder at Linden Fells.
61—A Game for Millions.
62—Under Cover.
63—The Last Call.
64—Mercedes Danton’s Double.
65—The Millionaire’s Nemesis.
66—A Princess of the Underworld.
67—The Crook’s Blind.
68—The Fatal Hour.
69—Blood Money.
70—A Queen of Her Kind.
71—Isabel Benton’s Trump Card.
72—A Princess of Hades.
73—A Prince of Plotters.
74—The Crook’s Double.
75—For Life and Honor.
76—A Compact With Dazaar.
77—In the Shadow of Dazaar.
78—The Crime of a Money King.
79—Birds of Prey.
80—The Unknown Dead.
81—The Severed Hand.
82—The Terrible Game of Millions.
83—A Dead Man’s Power.
84—The Secrets of an Old House.
85—The Wolf Within.
86—The Yellow Coupon.
87—In the Toils.
88—The Stolen Radium.
89—A Crime in Paradise.
90—Behind Prison Bars.
91—The Blind Man’s Daughter.
92—On the Brink of Ruin.
93—Letter of Fire.
94—The $100,000 Kiss.
95—Outlaws of the Militia.
96—The Opium-Runners.
97—In Record Time.
98—The Wag-Nuk Clew.
99—The Middle Link.
100—The Crystal Maze.
101—A New Serpent in Eden.
102—The Auburn Sensation.
103—A Dying Chance.
104—The Gargoni Girdle.
105—Twice in Jeopardy.
106—The Ghost Launch.
107—Up in the Air.
108—The Girl Prisoner.
109—The Red Plague.
110—The Arson Trust.
111—The King of the Firebugs.
112—“Lifter’s” of the Lofts.
113—French Jimmie and His Forty Thieves.
114—The Death Plot.
115—The Evil Formula.
116—The Blue Button.
Dated December 5th, 1914.
117—The Deadly Parallel.
Dated December 12th, 1914.
118—The Vivisectionists.
Dated December 19th, 1914.
119—The Stolen Brain.
Dated December 26th, 1914.
120—An Uncanny Revenge.
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