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At the open flap of his narrow tent hanss
a strip of the midnight skies.
Pricked through by a myriad points of
light, that flash in his tired eyes; -lie
has waked from a dream of a summer
day, and, now. with a throb of pain.
He pillows his head on his young right
aim, and summons the dream again.
A pathway barred by shadow and shine. ;
a glow in the golden west;
A song in the rustling leaves o'erhead, as
a bluebird hushes its nest;
A slip of a girl in a muslin gown, a cadet
in a coat of gray
But the slim little hand he clasps in his
is a half of the world away!
Under Dogwood Blossoms.
Copyrlght. 1901. by Daily Story Pub. Co.)
Not far from Cadiz, on the crooked
old Kentncky pike, an ox wagon cov
ered with a dingy sheet overtook me.
A tall man, who looked lazy, sat on a
broken chair in front and drove, while
back under the cover five tow-heads
were stuck out to watch the slowly
changing scenery.
Under the shackly, rattling vehicle
walked a lazy old brindle dog he
could walk nowhere else, being tied to
the axle with a rope. A scrub milch
cow was tied to the back end of the
wagon; the skillets and pans, fasten
ed to the sides of the wagon-bed, rat
tled and bumped; and buckets and
pots swung from the axles beneath, as
the wagon slowly passed along the
I dropped from the splotch of shade
on a rail fence corner where I had sat
for some time, and spoke to the man.
"Good morning," he answered. "If
you are going our way, hop up and
ride." He reached back, got a handy
bucket, turned it over, and I sat down
beside him.
When I told him my name he said
he knew a person in Arkansas by the
name of Andy Cobb, but that he was
a negro. Then he laughed. He asked
me which way I was going, and when
I told him I was not particular which
way, he said to me: I've been livin
in Arkansaw for a good while, and am
on my way to South Carolina to visit
my wife's folks."
Noticing the gait of his team, I
asked him how long he had been en
route, and in an easy manner he re
plied: "Oh, little the rise of nine
"When do you expect to get there?"
"Kain't tell. Ain't no mor'n ha'f
way yet. Who-a-a boys! Sally you
and the brats hold tight back there,
for here's another creek. You know
whut fools these cattle are about
water." Then he addressed me. "Ever'
creek we come to they break in a run
for it."
The steers struck a brisk pace and
when to the bank made a lunge which
nearly upset the wagon. After riding
an hour with him in which time we
traveled abou. three miles I wished
, them good luck and took the other
fork of the road.
True, I was not very particular
which way I went, for I bad nothing
to do. Two months :revious I had
heard the little town of Snortsville
wanted a newspaper, and that being
the favorite one of my several voca
tions, I went to the place and put
"Something hit the earth."
forth the Weekly Post, with a dusty
octfit that had been abandoned some
weeks before. In a few issues I found
that the people did not want a local
paper as bad as they thought they did.
so I wound up my business, which
took but' & few minutes, and walked
out of 'own. and It was only a few
mornings later that I was overtaken
Through the vibrant bush of the starry
night hums the life of a tropic clime.
And under the breast of his khaki blouse
the heart of the lad beats time.
In a land where an endless summer
. reigns, be dreams of a June gone by
And a wandering wind - steals Into i
tent and carries away a sigh!
by the man going to visit his wife's
After leaving Mr. Botts I came to a
crek. . The banks T7ere pretty with
fragrant elder and dogwood blossoms,
and birds fluttered over the clear,
slowly-moving water, and chattered
and chirped in the undergrowth.
I heard the sound of rippling water,
and going up-stream found - a cool,,
clear, blue spring which rippled anl
tumbled over recks on its way to the
I brushed the old acorns and sticks
from a soft mossy slant end stretched
out to rest. " .
"Gil up here, cow. Pud! You derned
old fool! Makin'. like you air skeered
o" this place when you come here ever'
day. . Quit that snortin' and git in
there and drink befo' I larrup you with
a hickory."
I raised to my elbows and saw a
"Come on back
barefoot man trying to persuade a
mule to drink at the stream. The con
trary animal pranced around and went
behind a bank, leaving only the rider's
head visible to me. Of a sudden it be
gan bobbing up and down,- and 1
heard him urging the mule to behave,
tn language unsuitable to. reproduce.
His head disappeared, his feet came
np In the air, and something hit ths
earth with a dull sound. When I got
to the bank he was brushing the dirt
and gravel from his shoulder, and
when I asked him the trouble, he re
plied: "Nothin. Blasted old mule just
tossed me oft over her head.
"Tuck Buchanan lives right np there
on the ridge," he answered when I
asked him where I might find some
dinner. He spurred the mule in the
flanks with his bare heels, and 1
watched the spry little animal pick
her way up a rough path, sometimes
leading under, low branches, which
caused the rider to duck his head or
push them back.
Again I lay down on the moss.
Scents of peach and apple blossoms
came to me on the soft, lazy air. A
farm-bell clanged somewhere np the
creek bottom and was followed by an
other and another. Plow-nvules brayed
and hurried toward their rows' end. for
ten ears of corn and an hour's rest
was coming.
. "Don't you want to walk down to
the mill? I don't hear It running, l
guess that trifln' fellow I've got at
tendin to it is piled up in the corn
box asleep, as he usually Is." said Mr.
Buchanan to me the day after I went
to his house.
We went to the mill and, as he ex
pected, we found the miller dozing In
the corn-box.
"I'd let him go if I had another man.
Kit Smith wants the Job. but be ain't
got any education and couldn't buy
wheat or calculate on tolls."
Being well satisfied with the sur
roundings and desiring to remain in.
that section. I insisted that Kit Smith,
with my assistance, .could operate the
tttill; and In a few days Mr. Smith
and i had the Job.
Mr. Buchanan was a homely old fel
low, his profile at a distance remind
ing me of the pictnre of some great
old man I had seen in history, and 1
hardly saw how he could be the father
of a girl so pretty and sweet as Miss
In a month I was also assistant man
ager of the 'big farm for Mr. Buchan
an had-decided 'that the greasy scum
on a wet weather spring back In the
field was signs?', 'of . an underground
stream of coal oil and was figuring on
organizing a stock company to drill.
-- The smiles and kind words of Miss
Fannie gave me a feeling a delightful
thrill I had never before experienced.
A young fellow accompanied her to
church one Sunday, and vrhen she re
turned that night I knew that I loved
her. How lonesome I had been that
day without her.'
The next night she invited me to the
parlor to engage . her in a game of so
cial "seven-up." We had a pleasant
time, and hardly before the hour to
go to my room. I stopped the game,
grasped her pretty hand and told her
my feeling's. I bowed my head to kiss
her hand, but she pulled it back, said
"No, no," and bade mo good night.
I said to her the next .morning,
"Miss 'Fannie, excuse me last night
I couldn't help it, though. Let it pass
and think.no more of it. but I do'
"Mr. Cobb, won't you leave? Oo
otT and think no more of It, and let
me forget you. It will be better, as
nothing else can come of it. Leave
and let me forget you." " j
Sadly I told her farewell Sunday
morning and walked oft down the road,
again in my aimless wandering. When
a half mile away I heard someone
coming up behind me on a horse. I
went to the side of the road to let
it pass. But when the horse came up
it stopped and as I looked around, '
Miss Fannie ran into my arms.
"Come on back! You must not leave
me! You cannot! The future looks
empty without you." - i
Tears of joy came to my eyes, and
I bent my head over on hers. I kissed
her, said, ""God bless my angel," and
kissed her " again.
The horse she rode, seeing it was
forgotten, turned and followed us
home. '
A hungry-looking "razor-back" sow
with thirteen young pigs, rooting in
the dirt and rocks nearby made an
unusual lot 'of noise, and I raised up
and found myself still lying on the
mossy place by the spring. I had lain
there and imagined I would figure in
a romance something like the above.
If the hogs had allowed me to finish
the plot I Imagine it would have wound
up by me becoming owner of the farm
and mill, and several oil wells.
I washed my face In the cool blue
water, smoothed over my hair and
went with some anxiety to the Buchan
an home on the ridge.
There, was no sweet girl Fannie,
nor even a Mrs. Buchanan the old
man kept "bach" on a small gully
washed farm.: But I went In, ate a
dinner of beans and bacon, and went
on off down the pike, very seriously
Piaster Cast of. It In Collection of bw
ranee Button.
Mr. Lawrence Hutton is making a
collection of plaster casts of hands,
says a Trenton special in the New
York Sun. He already has about fif
teen specimens.'.. He brought back with
him from Europe recently the original
cast of the hand of Thomas Carlyle,
which he picked up in a London shop
for a trifling sum. Among others in
the collection are likenesses of the
haads of Rossetti, Robert Louis- Ste
venson, Lincoln and Thackeray, and
the mummified hands of an Egyptian
princess of the time of Moses. These '
Mr. Hutton has hanging on the walls
of his library. He also has a cast of
the hand of Helen Keller, the wonder
ful blind mute, which he regards very
highly on account of its artistic finish.
All the lines in the skin, and even the
little nerve cushions on the tips of her
fingers, with which she feels so accu-I
rately, are plainly discernible in the '
plaster. Beneath each case Mr. Hut-1
ton has written some appropriate lines.
Beneath that of Miss Keller's hand Is
the following:
"She is deaf to sounds all about us;
What she sees we cannot understand;
But her sight's at the tip of her fingers
And she hears through the touch of
her hands."
After Hosting.
"Bishop," said the young preacher,
"I know you were hitting at me when
yon denounced fine apparel and Jew
elry, for I wear a velvet vest and a
watch and chain." ' "No, brother.' re
plied the bishop, with a twinkle in his
eye, "for I half suspect your vest is
cotton velvet, and. as for the watch.
I never- gave you credit for more than
a Waterbury!" Atlanta Constitution.
A Soggoatloa. ,
Mrs. Hauskeep The dishes you have
put on the table of late. Bridget, have
been positively, dirty. Now.somethlng'a
got to be done about it- Bridget
Yls, mum; av ye only, had dark-colored
wans, mam. they wouldn't show
the dirt at all. Philadelphia Press.
I ret.
Baboony Me boy. you- look as It
you had Just stepped out of a fashion
plate. Crinkleton That .so? I knew
I had rheumatism, but I didn't trap
pose I was as stiff as that! Harldm
Life- .
Crmttr Attempt of th Trust Maa-nato
to Prmat Taeta Soaring Coos thai
Quutloa f Protection for tits Dona
tio Sogar Industry.
No. 91 Wall Street. New York. October
1. 1801. Dear Sir: As a good deal has
recently appeared in print regarding the
consumption of sugar in this country, the
various sources from which It is ob
tained, the amount of duty paid thereon,
etc. the following facts and figures will,
we believe, be of interest to your Yead
ers: The total consumption of sugar- tn. the
United States last year was 1.219.847 tons,
and, based on the average Increase of
.S4 per cent during the past 19 years, the
consumption this year should be 2.360.585
tons. Of this quantity 1.000.000 tons in
round figures will come from American
sources, say. Louisiana being able to pro
duce 350.000 tons. United States beet fac
tories 150,000, Hawaii 350.000 and Porto
Rico 150,000. all being free of duty, leav
ing 1,360,585 tons to come from other
sources and on which duty Is paid. The
average duty assessed Is 336 per ton. or
a total of 348.981.060. The price of all the
sugar consumed, however, being en
hanced to the extent of the duty of 336
per ton. or a total of 384.981.060. it is evi
dent that t-:.000.000 additional Is paid by
the people in order to provide the gov
ernment with 49 millions for revenue, of
which the government is not now in
need. If the duty is taken oft Cuba sugar
the benefit of 85 millions goes to the peo
ple. .
On October 8 'the quotation for Cuba
centrifugal sugar. 96 degrees test, free on
board Cuba, was 1.96 cents oer round:
duty on same amounts to 1.685 cents
equivalent to 86 per cent ad valorem.
Yours truly.
Sugar Statisticians.
Publishers of the "Weekly Statistical
Sugar Trade Journal."
Judging by the liberal space given
by numerous newspapers to the mis
leading circular issued by the statis
ticians of the Sugar Trust, it seems
possible to deceive all the people all
the time, " although Mr. Lincoln
thought otherwise. Not many years
ago Willett & Gray in their sugar
trade paper were earnest advocates o
the tariff on sugar and the . develop
ment of the beet sugar industry in the
United States. Now they appear be
fore the public as sponsors of a most
- " .' ... T!:.;::iu' ' ;-.
remarkable collection of figures, evi
dently designed to impress the people
of the nation that they are being
robbed by the duty on raw sugar,
and it is obviously hoped that con
stituents will instruct their represen
tatives In congress to remove the ob
jectionable duty. .
Starting with the proposition that
the people pay the full duty, not only
on imported sugar, but all produced in
this country, it is shown that in order
to secure less than $49,000,000. of rev
enue the consumers are mulcted to
the extent of about $85,000,000. In
other words, domestic beet and cane
growers receive $36 a ton as a bonus,
and the home crop for the current
year is placed at a million tons. To
any one familiar with the facts this
gross exaggeration as to the domestic
crop would stamp the circular as un
worthy of attention. Of Louisiana
cane the yield is placed at a new high
record of 350,000 tons, and the Hawa
iian output, as much more, which is
even more of a stretch, while both
Porto Rico cane and the United States
beet crops are suddenly enlarged by
nearly 100 per cent.
The total consumption of the coun
try is placed at 140,000 tons more than
the high record last year, an estimate
that is not indorsed by the recognised
shortage of fruit, which must 'seri
ously curtail the amount used In pre
serving. But the allowance of only
$48,981,060 revenue to the government
Is perhaps the most absurd feature of
this collection of absurdities. For the
last three years the tariff on sugar
has yielded an annual return of over
$60,000,000. and even if there was no
other consideration, this - enormous
source of Income could not be surren
dered by the nation without ' some
equivalent Increase. A glance at the
deficit during the operation of the
Wilson bill will convince thinking
men that the addition of $262,000,000
to the nation's bonded debt at that
time would have been avoided If sugar
had continued paying its share of the
running expenses. .
"Remove duty and the whole $84,
981,060 accrue to the 'public." says
this defender' of the people. If any
one is tempted by this sophistry he Is
referred to the records of sngar quo
tations recently ruling and those pre
vailing; during the unfortunate years
of free sugar. Muscovado fair- refining
averaged a quarter of. a cent lower
in those gloomy days-than at present,
and the difference1 on -refined was a
shade more. This is not the "1.685
cents"- quoted in the circular. More
over., it must not be overlooked that
the whole range of prices was much
lower in the dark days of free trade,
owing to idle mills and unemployed
workmen who could 111 afford to have
sugar in their tea ' or coffee. There
was no such demand as at present and
consequently prices would have been
lower, irrespective . of the-tariff.
When such a. mendacious collection
of misinformation is widely distribut
ed it is natural that the reader should
seek the reason for its existence. The
quest is not difficult. Within a short
time the. beet , sugar producers have
begun to 'seek markets beyond the im
mediate vicinity - of the refineries.
This has brought them into competi
tion with the large eastern refineries
of imported raw sugar, and the result
has been lower prices to consumers
and less profit for the American Sugar
Refining Company and the large in
dependent plants. Since beet growing
is still in its infancy and would com
pete with the bounty supported prod
uct of the - old world, removal of the
tariff would retard its development
and perhaps completely annihilate
an industry in . which millions are
invested and thousands find employ
ment. Has not the history of steel
making, tin plate manufacture, tex
tile spinning, - etc, been such as to
emphasize the wisdom of helping the
growth of another' national industry?
That low prices will follow has been
proved in all the other industries, and
recent price cutting at Missouri River
points show that beet sugar growers
are already cheapening - the cost to
consumers, though the domestic yield
is but a fraction of the total consump
tion. If in the course of time it can
become possible to keep at home the
$100,000,000 annually sent abroad to
pay for sugar, no one questions the
desirability of attaining that end.
Perhaps the most unreasonable sug
gestion of the lot Is that the people
would secure the benefit of the rev
enue lost to the government. If the
large refiners could secure all the raw
material from abroad and had no com
petition from home producers there
would be no limit to the prices they
might charge, unless the duty was
also removed from refined sugar, but
for. most obvious reasons this idea Is
not advocated. If the domestic grow
ers are to be driven out of-business
why not go a step further and abolish
the refineries, so that all foreign re
finers might compete in this, market?
Cheapness might then be attained,
but the keen business man knows that
cheapness is not the first desideratum.
.Snomla Hot Bo Porgotton.
Our foreign trade both in imports
and exports is quite satisfactory, and
while we are congratulating the coun
try on its great trade expansion. It
must not be forgotten that all this is
being accomplished under the opera
tions' of the protective tariff laws so
much ' denounced and abused by the
free traders, Allentown (Pa.) Regis
ter. ,
Veritable Babol or Bases.
The Russian- empire contains more
than sixty-five independent racial
groups. . it Is a veritable Tower of Ba
bel- Even , with the omission Siberia
V , . T 7Z -' , , i
and Central Asia there remain In Rua-
s la. In Europe and the Cauoaaus, alone
46 diffarent peoples.
Gas and . Gasoline Bavo Almost Dis
plaooa. Charroal as a Hekt- Producing
Sabstanee Tbe Man Who Barns Char-
Leads a Gypsy Ufa.
Charcoal burning , in the United
States, so far as the product concerns
the cities, gives promise of becoming a
lost art. Gas and gasoline have almost
displaced it as a heat-producing sub
stance. With the thinning of the for
ests, too, the source of supply is cut
Yet In the woods of Michigan, Wisconsin.-
Ohio and Pennsylvania, a com
paratively few follow the lonely' life.
Charcoal in its , perfect state is a
baked., not a burnt wood. Here is the
distinction, that keeps the charcoal
burner awake sometimes from 48 to 60
hours at a stretch, especially if he be
alone. For the baking of charcoal the
wood is piled, in a circle about a central
pit, leaving -interstices through which
the heat from the fire burning in the
center may circulate to the outer edge
of the pile. Turf is piled over all until
the pile resembles a volcano. It is the
object to keep the wood covered until
it cannot break into a blaze. ' High
winds are troublesome. The sign of
trouble in a kiln is a thin blue smoke
that points to fire in the wood. - This
fire is put out by smothering from
the outside. Only experience teaches
when the charcoal is sufficiently baked.
When this period is reached it has lost
about three-fourths of its weight. An
old observation is to the effect that
"ten horses will draw the wood and
three horses will draw the charcoal
away." The slower the wood has baked
the more substance and weight will be
in the coals. When the pyre has burn
ed sufficiently the fire is put out by
drenching the heap with water. Even
after hundreds of gallons have been
poured through the heap, it may take
three days for it to cool sufficiently for ,
the charcoal to be removed. A kiln will "
produce 200 to 250 bushels of the coals.
The charcoal burner leads a - gypsy,
life. His cabin is near by the kilns. '
find in it is the picturesque disorder
that is natural to man in the .woods. -His
kitchen utensils are most in evi- .
dence. His bed is wholly secondary.
He eats to live and lives to work with
only an occasional "spree" in some
nearby town. In the woods sobriety is
everything to his craft. He is a won
der to the visitors, as he plunges into
thick smoke and heat, and works in
the choking fumes with the fortitude
of a salamander. When the kiln is
working best the smoke and fumes are
worst, and to keep tne kilns so necessi
tates the constant attention of the
burner. These fumes are considered
detrimental to health under ordinary
circumstances, but the compensating
life in the woods seems to make the '
eharcoal burner a hardy specimen of
his race. Utica Globe.
The Care of Children.
When it is a possible thing, have a
separate bed "for every child, even
though there are 1 wo beds in a room.
This is by no . means an expensive
matter. Good legu can be turned or
made at home and supplied with
casters. Fasten these onto woven
wire springs, and over them fasten
a good mattress of curled hair or
moss. Make a cover of heavy un
bleached muslin to protect the mat
tress, and then make it up as you
would any bed. A pretty outer cover
or spread made of art denim, linen "
or other suitable material, made with
a flounce reaching to the floor, will
convert this bed. into an attractive
divan if the room is needed during
the day. A nice bath is very refresh
ing just before bdtime, and is usually
productive of quiet sleep. It . means
considerable work for the busy mother
of several children, but It generally
pays in the end.
Two Sufficient Reasons.
The senior partner dfd not make his '
appearance at ths office until about 2
o'clock, and then the junior partner
was not there. "Where is Mr. Tenter
hook?" he asked of the bookkeeper.
"He left the office a while ago, sir,"
replied the man of daybook and ledg
er, "and he said he wouldn't be back
today." "I hope nothing is the mat
ter with him," the senior partner add
ed. "I'm 'afraid he isn't very well, for
he complained of a pain in his stomach
yesterday." "Well," the bookkeeper
explained,' "he 'said something about
having eaten some fish at lunch that
didn't agree with him, and he added
that there was a football game this
afternoon that he wanted to see, any
how." Pittsburg Commercial-Gazette.
Trne to Her Colors.
Now, the Eminent Reformer and the
Emancipated Woman were about to be
wedded. In fact, the ceremony was be
ing performed. "With this ring," said
the Eminent Reformer, "I thee wed."
Here there was a breathless hush over
the audience as the Emancipated Wom
an made a gesture of dissent, and ex-
! claimed: -"And this, after your cam
j paign against ring rule? Never!" Say-
Ing which she swept out of the church.
I The audience was divided In its sur-
prise over the injection of politics into
matrimony and the sight of an Eman
cipated Woman sweeping. Baltimore
American. '
' Infantile Prion.
"Pooh! My papa ; wears evenin"
clothes every time he goes to parties."
"That ain't anythia. Our minister
j wears his Fight clothes every t'tie he
preaches." Cleveland Plain Dealer.
I The church Is not a clearing hou
for credulity.

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