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THE VIRGINIA ENTERPRISE VIRGINIA. MINN. W. E. HANNAFORD, Publisher. Gen. Bragg isn't loved at all by the enemies he has made. Anthracite pendants are likely to be a coming novelty in ear jewelry. Mr. Bartholin of Everywhere seems to be successfully eluding the Chicago po lice. The new tobacco trust is perfectly willing to have the public try to smoke it out. It ?eems to be ns difticult to get a head for the state prison as for the state university. The curious thing about coal at $10 a ton is that it's harder to get the coal than to get the $10. The Alpine death list for 1902 is large enough to tempt automobilists to do some up-hill scorching. 1 Windt's proposed Alaska-Siberian railway won't materialize unless he suc rieds in raising "'de wind."' The war on the New England coast has resulted in victory for the brave de fenders, and the country is safe. In defying Mr. Morgan, Mr. Yerkcs, 'fire of Chicago, is displaying pluck enough to land him in the prize ring. In spite of the rich promise of the American apple crop of 1902, the price "f French champagne does not budge. The Chicagoan who was kissed by a luike will probably have the spot tat tooed around, and marked with a tablet. The "white devil" and "red devil" automobiles of the road-racing variety seem to be scorching after the lives of millionaires. Mr. Baldwin is seeking the north pole with a persistency that resembles Sir 1 homas Lipton's expeditions after the America's cup. In resigning the position of chief of staff of the German navy Admiral von Diedrichs has at last taken himself out of the line of fire. Pelee is merely showing what it might have done if it wanted to be mean dur ing the rush of scientists after the over whelming of St. Pierre. Now that Hetty reen is a widow, the fact that she is the richest woman in America does not make her less interest ing than widows generally are. "Elaborate ball by Mrs. Fish." runs the dispatch from Newport, and of course the paragraphers cannot resist saving something about a fish-ball. There may be a new illustration of the proverb, "Give a dog a bad name, and hang him." If everybody gets to calling the automobile a "devil wagon," it will soon go out of vogue. Ella Wheeler Wilcox has issued an other challenge to Col. Joyce as to the authorship of the poem "Solitude," but has named no referee. How would the "Sweet Singer of Michigan" do? The Latin Americans are not a happy family—note the bombardment of Ciudad and the continued disturbance at Pana ma. The children are making trouble and Dad and Ma are allowed little peace. Field Marshal Lord Wolseley's opinion that the American army is the best in the world is commendation from a high source which should make the American soldier strive to keep up a world-wide reputation. Another automobile has jumped the track with fatal results to rich people of prominence, and as a result the attempts of "green hands" to perform feats that would startle expert railroad engineers may eventually cease. Prof. R. L. Garner is about to publish a dictionary of monkey talk but it will not contain English and American slang it will be based on a study of the chatter of simian inhabitants of the jungles of South America and Central Africa. Dr. Frederick Treves, King Edward's physician, has been rewarded not only with a baronetcy, but with a fee of $50, »XH). Other physicians have collected huge fees. This physician has also the satisfaction of having saved his patient. If the new battleship Maine didn't break the speed score, the record for teady improvement by the American builders of warships would have been broken-. It is traditional, that every new «hip for the United States navy is the "fastest and most powerful'' ship afloat. The Idaho train robbers who were balked by the failure of their explosives gave a double illustration of the happen ing of the unexpected that Vill tend to make travelers chary about risking money and valuables upon so rare a hap pening as the failure of dynamite to dis rupt things generally. Servants in Germany. In Berlin the authorities do not con sider it beneath them to take a hand in the servant problem and straighten out Aome of its difficulties. Every German domestic on going into service is obliged to procure a little book from the police, a page of which is filled up and signed by the head of each successive household she enters. This ie found to solve the "char acter" difficuity in a way that satisfies everybody. Moreover, rewards are given to servants of good standing. The Em peror himself decorates with a gold cross any servant who has lived in the samf family for forty years, and the Berlin municipality sets aside each year a small sum for distribution amoug servants with a ten years' record to their name. Wages are about half what they are in New York, but it is usual to give each servant a handsome present at Christinas, the amount of which is agreed upon when the girl is engaged. ATTENDED KING EDWARD, Nurses Who Cared for Great Britain's Sovereign Stands High in the Royal Favor. ••f JTmsElZiiiz Nuvse® Tarr and Fletcher, who attend ed King Edward during his recent trou ble. stand high in the royal favor. At the recent coronation procession the nurses were heartily cheered by the ad miring crowds. REJANE TO VISIT US. Famous French Comedienne Under Con tract for Performances in Unit ed States. Mme. Rejane, the famous French co medienne, is the latest Thespian star to turn her eyes in the direction of America. She has made arrangement with the Liebler Company to visit America in October of next year. The above is a picture of the actress in the character of Sans Gene. MODERN RICE GROWING. Scientific Methods Employed Farmers. by Rice Modern ideas and systematic methods attend the culture of the grain from seedtime until it leaves the field to be sorted and prepared for the market. The grower may till 50 or 5000 acres but about each tract the bank of earth is carefully thrown up by the ditching plow, frequently "tamped" on the inside with spade and shovel to prevent leak age. The horse drill and cultivator can be used in seeding, while furrows are turned as in an ordinary field intended for wheat or oats. Water flows upon the shoots when a few inches out of ground: and until har vest time in early autumn the country is turned into a series of lakes, for the plant roots must be continuously sub nierked, three or perhaps four months, to a depth of two or three inches. Every acre is a great sponge absorbing 14,000 to 15,000 gallons every twenty four hours, yet when the grain nears ma turity, and the \vater(is drained from it, evaporation is so rapid that the farming machines can pass over the fields without difficulty in a few days. Then the scene is striking typical of harvest time in Kansas or the Dakotas. No less than 5000 harvesters, actually doing the work of 200,000 men, sweep through the mile after mile of golden stalks, for by a few alternations, the mechanism which cuts and binds the sheaves of wheat ready for the stack without human aid has come to the as sistance of the rice growers. The steam thresher, following, converts the chaff and straw into mammoth stacks, pouring the white kernels into a hundred bags in a day.—Reviews of Reviews. Apparently No Use for Ball. A well-known golf player met an old friend, whom he asked to come and have a game of golf. "What's gowff?" asked his companion. The sportsman took his friend along to the links and then said: "Now. give me your best attentfcx and I will show you." So saying he took a ball from his pock et and placed it on a small heap of earth, tie made a furious drive at it and missed it. Then he tried a second, but missed :hat also. "A graund game, gowff!" said his com panion. He tried the third stroke, and again missed it. "A graund game, gowff!" exclaimed his friend. "But what's the wee baw for?" THE SOLDIER'S PRAYER. Near the camp-flre's flickering light, In my blanket-bed 1 lie. Gazing through the shades of night At the twinkling stars on high. O'er me spirits in the air Silent vigils seem to keep, As I breathe my ehildhoon's prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep." Softly sings the whip-poor-will In the boughs of yonder tree Laughingly the daucing rill Swells the midnight melody. Foemen may be lurking near In the canyon dark and deep Low I breathe in Jesus' ear, "I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep." Mkl those stars one face I see One the Savior took away— Mother, who in infancy Taught my -baby lips to pray. Her sweet spirit hovers near. In the lonely mountain brake: Take me to her, Savior dear. "If I should die before I wake." Fainter glows the flickering light As each ember slowly dies Plaintively the birds of night Fill the air with saddening cries. Over me they seem to cry, "You may no more awake." Low I plead: If I should die, "I pray thee. Lord, my soul to take." —Leslie's Weekly. After Long Years. BY OLIVE CARRUTIIERS. A tiny steamboat, the Duchess, with but limited accommodation, and a not over great turn for speed, makes its way from the old cathedral city standing* at the mouth of the Chart, and calls at juost of the little fishing villages for some miles along the rugged coast. A few of the larger towns boast a pier, but at many of them the Duchess gently noses the shingle, and passengers ig nominously walk the plant to the shore. At no time is the tiny craft out of sight of land, and is often close under the shadow of the lofty red cliffs, only here and there seamed with chalk, their sum mits crowned with bracken and gorse nod golden bedecked. A tall man, deeply bronzed, and with short, crisp beard and clear blue eyes, leaned over the taffrail smoking and gaz ing with half-closed lids at the coast as they glided by. The hand that held the cigar was brown and sinewy, essentially the hand of a worker, and now it trem bled, for they were nearing Stonebridge, and every landmark seemed familiar to him, from the quaint church'tower—only its summit visible from the sea—to the tiny quay crowded now with bare-legged boys who danced over the bundles of um ber nets "After long years," he said, half aloud, "and there seems no change—no change even in myself. My body, not my heart. Las grown old." "Do you get off here, sir?" '"Yes, purser I have only that knap sack. What a quaint old-world village." '"It has not altered in twenty years. Feople never die in Stonebridge, they say." '"Do you know the village well "No never been ashore here in my life," and Herbert Seaton laughed, re membering the true story of the gate keeper at the British museum, who was unable to direct a visitor to a certain de partment, as during his fifteen years on the gate he had never entered the build ing. He stepped ashore at length, the only person to do so, and walked slowly up the main street, looking keenly at all around him. The names over the few small shops were familiar to him he found himself nodding to an apple cheeked old lady who was sunning her self on a doorstep, who returned his greeting, but with no sign of recognition. "The old order changeth, giving place to the new, And God fulfills Himself in many ways." he quoted. Behind the coastguard's cottage is a small square, where the sound of the sea scarcely penetrates. The houses are small, lime-washed and neat, and with feet that lagged he made his way toward one. It was closed, and must have been so for some time. The shutters hung awry, their hinges rusted by the salt laden breeze. The man gave a iow groan. "And I have come 12,000 miles to find this," he muttered. One of the women peeped out of the door at him. "Cart you tell me where Mrs. Haygarth lias moved to?" he asked. "I have never heard her name, sir." "Did not a young married girl, named Margaret Haygarth, oecupy this house on her wedding day, twenty years ago?" "No, sir. I was a child then. What was her maiden name?" "Margaret Sweet." "Sweet is a common name here, sir. I know of three Margarets of that name."' "But the one I mean married a man named Haygarth, the duke's agent." "He died twenty years ago, sir." "Then please give me the addresses of these Margarets." "One has 'gone foreign,' sir another bides over against the church, and the ether teaches school back of the town." "Thank you. What a bonny maid! Is she yours?" "Yes, sir." "Then give her this," and he handed her a sovereign. "Who am I to thank, sir?" "Herbert Seaton," and no sign of recog nition came into her face. He made his way to the church and soon found the name he was in search of. It was a small shop and bore the legent, "Bedroom to let." The woman who accosted him was not the Margaret for whom he was seeking, but was a pleasant body, glad to find a liberal tenant for the best bedroom, and terms were soon arranged and then, after a bath, he inquired the way to the school house, tor in his time the local cobbler had been schoolmaster and turned out some good fishermen, if bad scholars. .The way led up a steep path, the red' Banks on either hand twenty feet high, and at the end of his ramble he came upon the school house, facing seaward. For some moments he stood still and brushed beads of perspiration from his brow, and then one sweet voice reached his ear, and he cautiously peeped between the pots of fuchsia and myrtle into the school room. The rigid discipline of school did not seem to exist here, for mites of all ages, rosy and chubby, sat in a circle on the floor, and in the center, on a low stool, their teacher. The room seemed to turn round, but Seaton steadied himself and gazed, his heart in his eyes. Margaret, whose face was half turned from hiin, was tall and dark, a woman of 40, her hair slightly stranded with gray, BILL SMITH AND WIFE BROTHER Mrs. Fair's Mother. threads. He noted the small shell-like ears, the exquisite curve of her neck, the tiny white hands that handles the Book of books upon her knee. She was telling the children the story of the prodigal son, and the tale seemed to move her. "Sweet," was the informal address of a litttle fellow, "what would you do it your son came back to you like the one who ate husks?" Margaret nervously clasped and un clasped her hands. "Welcome him heartily, child," she said, gently. "Kiss him The woman laughed. "Yes," she an swered. gently, "I think I should." "Well, I'll be a prodigal," and he kissed Sweet. "Will school never be out?" groaned the eavesdropper. ?If 1 go in now there will be a scene and, reaching his arm through the window he softly scrawled large on the blackboard with chalk that lay on the window sill: "Herbert Seaton," and the date. Then he went for a walk and whistled on his way, returning an hour later, find ing school being dismissed: Margaret Sweet felt strangely lonely when the little ones had departed, and began to tidy up listlessly, turning her sleeves up to the elbow, showing white, rounded arms. At length her busy broom took her to the easel on which stood the blackboard, and she saw the name upon it and grew pale as death. At first she thought it was a practical joke, but'who could know of a love affair of twenty years before? She put her hand to her heart and read and reread the name. Then the door opened. For a moment neither spoke, and Her bert was the first to find his voice. "The prodigal son his returned, Mar garet. Have you no welcome for him?" "You are a thousand thousand times welcome, Herbert a thousand, thousand times!" and she began to sob. "God knows I have eaten husks enough in the early days 'down under.' But what did you teach the children? What did little Cray ask you?" He had drawn nearer. "He asked what I would do if "You said you would kiss him He had hitherto spoken almost in a tone of banter, perhaps to hide his emo tion, but now the mask was dropped, for he had clasped his lost love in his arms and was raining kisses on the sweet, wistful mouth. "My love, my love," was all he said, and she was content to be silent in the strong arms, voiceless with happiness, looking into the clear blue eyes, at the tender smile. "Why did you ever leave me, dear one?" "Because of Haygarth. He was richer than I—and your father—" and he looked wrathful. "Hush, father is dead," and she closed his lips with a kiss. "It is not true that we were' engaged, dear." "Your father told me so—aye, and showed me the house he had taken in Queen's square. "And you went away without asking if it was true?" "But you did marry him. I met an Exeter man out in the bush." "I was broken-hearted, Herbert. Fa ther was cruel, and at last I consented^ and "And?" "He was killed on the morning of our WHAT WILL MRS. FAIR'S HUHBLE RELATIVES GET? MRS PM25 The bodies of the /ate Mr. and Mrs. Charles L. Fair, victims of the terrible automobile accident In'Trance, arc now on their way to San Fiancisco. William B. Smith, a brother of Mrs. Fair, has sold his modest grocery story for $500 and will follow his sister's body to the grave. The question of dividing the property of the deceased has yet to be de cided. The humble origin of the late Mrs. Fair and the claims of her plain relatives to the Fair millions add reat in terest to this part of the story. wedding day an hour before the cere mony." They talked long and happily. He had quite determined to settle again at Stonebridge with his hard-earned wealth he couhl do much for the town—and then she said shyly: "How did you know the little bov name was Cray?" for he had told her of his eavesdropping. "I asked him when school was over. I saw that you kissed him, and—well, I wanted that kiss, and paid him 5 shil lings for it but"—and he laughed—"J will give it back if you like." His love blushed and drew back—but he did.—New York Dailv News. THE SUMMER GIRL'S LAMENT. Wonders if All the Don'ts Are to be Taken Seriously. "Why is i:!" said the summer girl, discontentedly, "that just as soon as hot weather comes in every year the papers are full of warnings about things that are injurious? I wonder if the news paper people just sit down and do it on purpose to make folks uncomfortable? I am always seeing something that makes me uncomfortable every time I put a drop or bite in my mouth and if I don't see it some pleasing person who makes a study of hygiene tells me of it. Tea and coffee, of course, are anathema. Any one who drinks them is on the way to the grave. Every chocolate cream is a nail in your coffin, and all confection ery is condemned. The suggestion of iced tea, so heavenly on a broiling day, is received in ominous silence. Soda water is set up for that bogie, the com plexion destroyer. '-n«t broke my heart when saw it. and now I always have to walk in the middle of the street, because if I walk on the sidewalk the soda fountains pull me in. Ice water, of course, is forbidden, and we must take our lemonade warm. We must not look unon the cucumber when it is green, nor the watermelon when it is red. One might just as well be an ascetic and done with it!"—New York Tribune. Frivplity in Worship. An old Scotswoman who all her life had observed and followed the rigorous teachings of Calvinism she had imbibed when,a girl in her native land was re cently induced by some of her young relatives, whom she was visiting, to go with thein to the fashionable Epiacopal ian church where they worshiped. Th^ choir, the elaborate ritual, the robed min ister and the vested boys were all new and strange to her. As they filed out after the service she was asked: "Well, auntie, how did you like it?" "Weel," she replied, "it's verra inter estin', I must saiy. but what a w'y to apend the Sabbath!"—Philadelphia Times. She Could Understand. "You should understand," explains the patient husband, "that the President is merely the servant of the people." "When you put it iii that light," says the inquisitive, wife, "I begin to under stand politics." For that very day she had tried to convince the cook that slie desired straw berry shortcake instead of the apple pie which the cook ultimately gave to her young man.—Baltimore American. Hotel Charges in Switzerland. At the old-fashioned inns and restau rants in Sweden it is customary to charge less for women than for men oa lbs theory that they do not eat so much. At some hotels in Sweden a man and a wife are charged as one and one-half persons if they occupy the same room. A hus band and Wife may travel as one and one half persons railway, and also by the post routes, furbishing their own car riage. wwmmsmvt fflJR WA3&GRN TJiEmC7VfiY MERE MRS NEL20HWMED OELRICM THE FUN OF CAMPING OUT. This Fcrm of Vacation Becoming More Popular. More and more poouiar is camplife be coming each year, says Country Life in America. With those who go into the deep woods in quest of big game and fish the campli:e is, after all, the real attrac tion, and not tLe mere desire to kill. But where one can make these trips there are thousands who cannot. For there are graceful rivers, w*ood girt lakes and ponds and beautiful spots on the shores of Old Neptune available for quite as charming a two-weeks' outing beneath canvas. In making up a camping party, choose you such congenial spirits "as shall be foresworn to philosophical optimism. And let there be a wag among them, who, catching the humor of every situa tion. puts to flight all thought of discom fort. A level site near a spring with plenty of shade, a pleasant sheet of wa ter with good fishing, pine boughs for a bed and driftwood for a lire, and who would trade his life for a king's patri mony? How delicious the fish flavored with the pungent smoke of the fire! How larely satisfying the simple bill of fare, and how few. after all, are the needs of this life! Yours is the joy and happy freedom of the gypsy and vagabond. You have become a species of civilized bar barian, and it is good. Sunshine or show er, what matters it? You take what oomes and give thanks, and if you are of the right sort some of the beauty of each is absorbed into your very nature. Long days, lazy days, but happy days, are the days in camp. Hap and mishap will don the jester's cap and bells and parade through memory many a time during the after months. KING COAL. Old King Coal was a jolly old soul. And the reason was plain to see He wouldn't lelax a farthing of tax, And he gathered his gold with glee. He eallcd for his pipe, and the public must wipe The smoke from its smarting eyes lie called for his glass, and strange visions would pass Of a power which none defies. His fiddlers, too, were brought forth to view. And he frolicked a measure gay, And he paused to sing, "I have had mr fling. And the public will have to pay." —Washington Star. Element of Hope in Prediction. The weather man lay dying. Motioning to his sobbing friends, he waited until they crowded about his bed to listen to his last words. After giving directions for the disposal of his property to the best advantage, and outlining the general features of his funeral, he murmured: "And I want you to put up a nice tombstone for me, with these words carved on. it: 'Probably cooler.'"— Judge. What a Jolly Sell. A rustic youth and maiden had been courting for close upon ten years, when the bluahing damsel, thinking it was about time that she should be getting settled in life, one evening approached her lover as follows: "John, do you know what folks are saying?" "No," John said. "They're saying we're going to be mar ried." "Is that so?" said her swain stolidly. "Well, what a jolly sell it'll be for them when they find out we ain't!" —The bamboo-holds the record among plants for quick growth. It has been known to grow two feet in" twenty-four hours.