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Second National Bank TCTWSOICT, Md. BOXES BOXES SAFE DEPOSIT BOXES AT THE SECOND NATIONAL BANK OF TOWSON, •0.00 FBR YEAH, FOR YOUR VALUABLES. BOXES BOXES —IOPPICERSi Thom as w. offutt, Elmer J. cook, t vice-presidents. thos. j. meads, President. Harrison rider, 1 Cashier. THOMAS W. OFFUTT. W. BERNARD DUKE, HENRY C. LONQNEOKER, Elmer J. Cook, Wm. A. Lee. Z. Howard Isaao, Harrison Rider, Chas. H. Knox, Noah E. Offutt, JOHN I. YELLOTT, W. GILL SMITH, JOHN V. SLADE. Feb. 6—ly THE COMMERCIAL BANK OF MARYLAND BELVEDERE AVENUE, New Reisterstown Road, ARLINGTON, Md. „ . 0 —■— CAPITAL STOCK, $25,000. ■ . 0 now ozPEnsr von btjsihstess , . .a-—- Does • general Banking Business in all that is consistent with safe and careful man agement. The location of our Bank makes it the most convenient place for a large number of residents of Baltimore county to transact their financial business. During the short time our Bank has been open for business the amount of deposits has reached a success far in excess of our expectations. We have a SAVINGS DEPARTMENT and pay interest on money deposited there. Call and see ns and we will explain why it will be to your advantage to open an account with us. Prompt attention given to all collection business entrusted to us. . , •. o— — —OFFICERS: — CHAS. T. COCKEY, Jr., JOHN K. CULVER, Ist Vice-President. CHARLES E. SMITH, President. HOWARD E. JACKSON, Id Vice-President. Cashier. :DIREOTORS: CHARLES T. COCKEY, Jr., HOWARD E. JACKSON, ROBERT H. McMANNS, ARTHUR P. NICHOLSON, J. B. WAILKB, MAX ROSEN, JOHN K. CULVER, GEORGE W. ALT, H. D. HAMMOND, J. FRANK SHIPLEY, H. P. EASTMAN. Dec. 26—ly ■ftajjßtjciauß and geuttsts. T\R A. C. MeCURDY, BURQEON~DENTIBT, TOWSON, Md. Bx-President State Board Dental Examiners. CROWNS, BRIDGES AND PORCELAIN FILLINGS. Or no* Hours Office Call—C. AP. ’Phone, Towson 19* R. Dec. s—lv TVR. H. S. JARRETT, Office with his father (Dr. J. H. Jarrett), Wash ington Avenue, near Allegany Avenue, TOWSON, Md. Special attention to catarrh of nose and throat. Office Hours—B to 10 a. Btoß p. m. C. A P. Phone-Towson 217. rOct.lotJune6 Dr. r. c. massenburg, —ornc*— AT DRUG STORE OF MASSENBURG A SON, Odd fiLLOws' Hall, Towboh, Md C. A P. Phone, Towson 342. Residence—W. Pennsylvania Avenue, near Postoffice. Night bell and C. A P. Phone, Towson 4SI. Mch.lß—ly rvR. J. ROYSTON GREEN, NORTH BALTIMORE AVENUE, Near Tbikitt Church, TOWSON. Md Offloe Hours—B to 10 A. M.. and 6toBP. M. C. A P. TeleDhone. July 18—ly 2stisjCjeXlaruotts. Ralph W. Rider, Livery, Sales and Exchange STABLES, WEST CHESAPEAKE AVENUE, Near the York Road, TOWSON, Md. First-Class Teams and Automobiles -FOR HIRE.— GOOD SERVICE and REASONABLE PRICES. Dec. 12—3 m WM. J. BIDDISON, FIRE INSURANCE ACENT Fire, Tornado and Windstorm Poll* oles Issued. NO ASaBSSMBNT. —R*PR*B*NTIICO— FIRE INSURANCE CO. OF N. Y.. Assets $20,000,000.00: GIRARD FIRR A MARINS INSURANCE CO. OF PHILA., Assets $2,141,263.79. Office—Belalr Road and Maple Avenue. Raspebnrg P. 0., Baltimore County, Md. C. A P. and Maryland Phones. t&~A share of patronage will be appreciated. Jan. 2—ly Flowers, Flaots,- te FOR WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS, AT REASONABLE RATES. Special Attention Given to Ornamental Gardening. JOHN L. WAGNER, Florist, W. JOPPA ROAD, TOWSON, Md. C. A P. Phone—Towson 8-F. [Nov. 21—ly J. T. MIIFFMI i SOS, Saddles, Harness, AND STABLE SUPPLIES, Including Brambles’ Horse Foot Remedy, 408 ENSOR STREET, Oppo. No. • Engine House, BALTIMORE, Md. C. A P. Telephone. Jan. 2—ly ESTABLISHED 1876. BOTH PHONES. DANIEL RIDER. 1001 GREENMOUNT AVENUE, BALTIMORE, Md., COMMISSION * MERCHANT For the Sale of Hay, Grain and Straw. Orders for Mill Feed, Gluten Feed. Cotton Seed Meal, Oil Cake Meat, Salt, Ac., will receive prompt attention. [Apl. 4—ly gusittUiiiumu. Muller & Yearley, HARNESS, TRUNKS aid BARS, 343 N. Gay Street, BALTIMORE, Md. Blankets AND Robes. In addition to Regular Line we offer BIG LINE OF MILL SIMPLES AT BARGAIN PRICES. Blankets From SI.OO up. Lap Robes “ $2.00 “ Wit will pay you to see them. Special induce ments to early buyers. PDPP GOOD WHIP WITH EACH PDIHP A lilju BLANKET. * lUjlj Oct.lOtMaySO Dr. A. 0. McOURDY & CO., TOWSON, Md. Orders received for— ALL KINDS OF SLATE. Peach Bottom Hoofing Slate, Slabs for Walks, yL Chimney Tops, AA KM Burial Cases, XpT • Cemetery STKbs, • Imposing Stones, Ac., Ac. WCall on or address as above. C. A P. Phone—Towson 23 R. [July 4—ly .Stuck iflilili Oakleigh Station, Md. & Pa. R. R., 2 X Mil*s from Towson. Constantly on hand A LARGE STOCK OF MULES, TO SUIT ALL PURPOSES. —AMO— Coach, Driving, : TTnTI flTlfl Saddle and : ■ 11 K \ H \ General Purpose UUIIUIIU FOR SALB OR EXCHANGE. ithorsesToarded-w C. A P. TELEPHONE. DUANE H.~mOE, Prop’r, TOWSON, Md. Oct.24—lv GROVE FARM FALLS ROAD, North of Brooklandvllle, Md. PRIZE WINNING— Guerneey Cattle, Berkehire Hoge, Shropshire Sheep. FOB SALE— A Few Regißtered Heifers, Between 4 months and 2 years old Apply to JAB. McK. MERRYMAN, R. F. D. Lutherville. Md. C. A P. Telephone—Towson 42. Oct. 24—ly Fob “The Union.” WASHINGTON, OUB WASHINGTON. A Song for Waahington’i Birthday. BY E. MAY CROSS. Whose praises shall we sing today ? Washington, our Washington. With hearts of gratitude we say Washington, our Washington. Soldier and statesman, union rare. Who did the right without a fear, Ob, let us all bis name revere, Washington, our Washington. He served his country long and well, Washington, our Washington. First as a fearless general, Washington, our Washington. Then when the cruel war was spent. Efficient, well planned aid he lent Our war scarred land aa President, Washington, our Washington. Then let us ever strive to be Washington, our Washington, Steadfast ana pure, and true like thee, Washington, our Washington. Thou first in peace and first in war; Thy memory is like a star That casts its glorious rays afar, Washington, our Washington. FARMER SIMPKINS’ TRIP TO TOWN. BY 0. ELLSWORTH YODMANS. "Now, William, do be careful, won’t you?” "I’m always careful, Sarah," he sang out, as he continued on his way to the barn. "There’s no use in your continually telling me that. I’m old enough to take care of myself. No body’s goin’ to get the best of Wil liam Simpkins." She did not reply, but stood in the door gazing after him. Mr. Simpkins seemed uncommonly cheerful that morning. He whistled merrily as he hitched old Bob to the farm wagon. Why shouldn’t he be happy ? Crops had been good; his barns were full of grain and hay ; his cellar was also stocked with the good things that only the thrifty housewife, such as he was blessed with, knows how to put away. No wonder he felt contented as he went about his work. He had very important business. He was to make the last payment on his farm tomorrow; consequently he was compelled to go to town and get the money, having deposited it in the bank during the Summer. Congrat ulating himself on bis early start, he was passing the kitchen, when his wife called to him. ‘‘William! William 1 Now do be careful. You’ve a great responsibili ty this morning.” "I know it —but don’t worry.” "Don’t forget to put that money in a safe place." "I won’t, ’ ’ he answered impatiently. Before he reached the road he was again stopped by his wife. "Well, what is it now?" he asked shortly. * "Don’t forget the things I told you to get.” "I won’t, Sarah." "And, William, have you got your pistol?” "Yes,” he answered, feeling in his pocket. "But I won’t need it.” He did not like to carry the pistol, but his wife saw that he never went off without it. Once on the road, he made old Bob trot along at a fast gait—that is, fast for Bob. He wanted to get back home as soon as possible. "I don’t blame Sarah for being worried about me,” he mused. "I make a good many trips to town every year, and most allers carry money. Don’t see much need of carryin’ this old pistol all the time, though.” He arrived in town long before the bank opened. Meeting some old friends on the street, he entered into conversation with them, telling to more than one the nature of his busi ness. Having at last transacted it, he started for borne, with the money, five hundred dollars, tucked securely away in his inside vest pocket. He had not proceded far when he overtook a well-dressed young man, who asked him for a ride. "Jump in,” said Simpkins, who always tried to be sociable. "Old Bob don’t go very fast, but I reckon it beats walk in’. ” The stranger thanked him and jumped in. He proved an excellent talker and entertained Simpkins with many jokes and anecdotes. "Look there I” he exclaimed in an awe-stricken voice, as they were pass ing through a thick woods, and point ed to the side of the road. "What is it ?” asked Simpkins, ex citedly, as he looked in the direction the stranger pointed. "I don’t see nothin’.” ‘ ‘Don’t you ? Then look here ; I’ll show you something.” Simpkins turned quickly around to find himself covered by a revolver held by the stranger. "W —what —what,” he stuttered, thoroughly startled. „ "Oh, cut it out!” interrupted the fellow quickly. "I’ve no time to waste ; fork over that money !” "What money?” gasped the old man. "The money you drew from the bank this morning,” answered the stranger, coolly. Simpkins looked bis astonishment. How did this man know he had drawn money from the bank? He hadn’t told him. "Come! Out with it! I mean business. I can’t stay hear all day !” continued the man, making a threat ening gesture with his pistol. How Simpkins longed to get at the old pistol lying in his back pocket. But what could he do ? The strang er had him dead to rights. He hated to give up his hard-earned money. But he could see no other way out of it. So with a sigh he drew the roll of bills from its hiding place and handed it over to his companion, who took it quickly, stuffed it hurriedly into bis pocket, and then jumping out of the wagon, said : “Thank you. After this don’t make a custom of telling your business on street corners. Now drive on, Mr. Easy Mark, and don’t come back.” Being called "easy mark" made Mr. Simpkins mad. It was bad enough to lose the money, without being made fun of. The man bad started back toward town, evidently desiring to put as much distance be tween himself and bis victim as possi ble. As he disappeared around a bend in the road, Simpkins, pulling old Bob up quickly, sprang out. TOWSON, MD., SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 1909. With his old pistol grasped firmly in his hand, he quickly made his way through the woods, coming out some distance ahead cf the stranger. The latter was walking briskly, uncon scious of danger. "Throw up your hands, Sraarty !” shouted Simpkins, as be sprang into the road and flourished his pistol in the thief’s astonished face, who, taken completely by surprise, obeyed promptly. The old pistol was cer tainly a formidable-looking weapon. "Give me that pistol!” theold man shouted. The fellow handed it over. "Now I’ll take that money ! Don’t try to fool with me, for I’m a sure shot with this old pistol!” The man handed back the money, a crestfallen look on bis face. "Now, Mr. Sraarty, go on about your business —although I ought to shoot you, anyhow. Guess I’m not such an ‘easy mark,’ after all, eh?” Simpkins was soon on his way home. The story he told bis wife made that good woman open her eyes in astonishment. Throwing her arms around his neck, she exclaimed: "And only think, William ! That old pistol hain’t been loaded for the last five years ! I was afraid you’d hurt yourself, so I took the bullets out!” MAKING THE BEST OF THINGS. Looking on the bright side is an at titude of mind that can be cultivated really and truly. Instead of moan ing and groaning about past, present and possibly future troubles, it is a duty we owe not only to ourselves, but to our little world to cheerfully make the best of things, to smile and look pleasant, as the photographers say. So shall we fe el better in health and temper, and, many of the worries will disappear as if by magic. Worry is a habit that grows rapidly, and the more it is indulged in the stronger it grows till everything goes wrong, and there are only dark clouds over every thing to cheer us on our way. We feel martyrs, misunderstood and bad ly treated, and others who have to bear our fancied grievances come to regard us as a wet blanket, miserable and radiating misery all round. This should not be so. Let us enjoy the good things of life, Keeping the sor rows of yesterday in the background and refusing to meet future troubles half-way. Many give their troubles too much place in their thoughts and exaggerate their importance. Even trouble has its place, for trouble is necessary for developing a certain side of onr natures; sympathy comes by suffering, and the very things which hurt aud grieve us are helping to make our natures strong and delightful. Don’t become soured and visit your misfortune on all the world, which is really not to blame for it. A bad temper added to a plain face is a misery. But good temper, sweet ness and unselfish manner can make a plain woman even more charming than a pretty one. —Pittsburg Gazette. HOW LOVE IB LOST. Love is lost by thoughtlessness, by inconsideration, and by selfishness more than any other way. Because one loves you is that any reason you should be inconsiderate of them? There is a false idea afloat in the stream of life, that when people love us we can be rude to them, they will forgive every lack of courtesy. This is absolutely untrue. The closer two people are united by the bond of love, the more necessary it is for them to observe every law of politeness. Love isn’t so very difficult to gain, but it’s mighty difficult to keep. You can better afford to be rude to everyone else in the world than to those who love you. Love is a flower that needs constant attention, and the very minute it is neglected, left too long in the glaring and the unselfishness that goes to make selfishness, it dies. And love is never resurrected. Give those you love words of affec tion, the looks that tell them so much and the unselfishness that goes to make love and without which it is a miserable imitation. Because they love you shall they be the last to be thought of? And this love sent out will come back, making you better, richer and happier, and your life really worth living. —New York Register. BBAINB AND THE BBIDE. A girl’s chances of making a good wife depend entirely upon the girl. It takes force of character to love deeply and to be worthy of deep love. The woman with courage and en terprise enough to support herself usually has brains enough to appreci ate a good home when she gets it, and heart enough to love a man for what he is and not for what she can get out of him. Brains are brains, put them in the kitchen or in the office. As for the housekeeping part of the bargain, any sensible woman who knows enough to do one thing at a time, and think about that one thing all the time she’s doing it, can make a good housekeeper of herself. There’s no mysterious spell about broiling a steak or baking a pan of biscuits. The girl who cooked at home will start off better than the girl who never set her foot into the kitchen till the day she came back from her honeymoon, but at the end of the year’s experience the girl with the common sense and the natural do mestic instincts will be the better housekeeper of the two, home girl or working girl. It is a very remarkable fact, as serted by many teachers, that children learn to read out of the Bible better than from any other book. It is scarcely known why; it may, perhaps, be on account of the simplicity of the language ; but I believe it is so. If the truth were known, it is of ten the under dog that began to fight. KILLED THOUSANDS OF BABBITS. The California ranchers are con fronted with the jack rabbit, which : swarms over certain regions, and is so dangerous an enemy to civilization that at times the people of a district are obliged to call upon the outside world to assist in the act of extermi nation, says Charles F. Holder in the New York Evening Post. Such an episode occurred recently in and about the desert town of Lancas ter, in the Antelope valley, between Mojave and Los Angeles. Farmers have found it difficult, or almost im possible, to settle up the country, be cause what they grew was eaten by the bares, that roamed about in thou sands. Last year they became such a menace that the farmers joined in terests and asked for assistance. Ad vertisements were inserted in the pa pers of Los Angeles and other cities requesting people to come to Lancas ter on Oct. 17, when horses and teams would be supplied and a round-up carried out. More than three hundred men ac cepted the invitation from Los Ange les, and the day was a great one for Lancaster. At a certain location a corral was built with wide wings that spread out to right and left for a long distance. The object was to form long lines, covering miles of country, and to drive the hares between them. On the arrival of the train the hunters assembled, received instructions from those in charge, formed in a great di verging lines, and gradually moved along, according to a regular system, driving the jacks before them. Some men were armed with shot guns, which they fired to frighten the game, and it was not long before hun dreds of jacks were darting about. But they were always met by shouts and yells and forced to run in a gen eral direction, the hunters, mounted, on foot, and in wagons, being near enough to prevent any number break ing away ; hence the trend of the con stantly increasing throng was in the general direction of the corral, with its yawning jaws or arms. Occasion ally a jack would dash through the human barrier, or break away, to be shot by the men. The sight became more remarkable every moment, as jacks seemed to start up from every bush and every cactus group ; every patch of tar weed concealed one or more. They often lay low until the men were directly upon them, when they shot away like an arrow out of a bow. As time passed it was estimated that 3,000 hares were in sight. Some stood still, their black-tipped ears erect, lis tening, watching, wondering what it all meant, not realizing that they were trapped ; others dashed madly across the valley. But it was not until the end of the run was reached that the full extent of the haul was manifest. The gray soil seemed to have changed k to brown, white and black spots, and to be moving. At last the crowd closed in with a rush and the herd of jacks, five or six thousands in number, were run into the small corral, whence they were killed by several hundred men with clubs. It did not take long. Hun dreds were packed and sent to the city markets,and everyone who wished it, within a radius of fifty or one hun dred miles, had hare for all meals. Their numbers in many cases are beyond computation. Twenty-five thousands were killed in Modoc coun ty within ten square miles, and this was but a fraction of those left. It is estimated that twenty years ago there were 2,000,000 jack rabbits in the San Joaquin valley. Near Bakersfield, a mile of country produced 1200; a sec ond drive over the same field produced 700; a week later 200 more were killed, and, finally 3,000. On one small ranch 8 ; ooo jacks were killed — farming was impossible. At night, when they were not watched, the jacks ate everything green and gir dled the trees. Since 1888 40,000 bares have been killed in the immedi ate vicinity of Bakersfield. In a drive at Fresno, 20,000 jacks were killed and 3,500 men took part. THE BBEAXFABT SHELL, Did you ever come up from doing the chores, With mlttened fingers and muffled chin, And stamp your feet on the snowy porch. And open the door and clatter In? If you did, I’m sure you remember well The first warm whiff of the breakfast smell. Bacon sizzling: over the fire. Beans and brown bread piping hot. And a fragrant welcome steaming up From the big pug nose of tbe coffee pot; No blaring trumpet or ringlDg bell Could hurry your feet like the breakfast smell. In haste to wash at the wooden sink. You took your turn with the other boys. And mother, pottering round the stove. Her face a-smile at the merry noise. Knew that no hungry lad could quell His spirits raised by the breakfast smell. Wouldn’t you like to go back some day To the dear old farm you ÜBed to know. Finish tbe morning chores at tbe barn, Then come up racing and stamp the snow, And Into the kitchen rush pellmell And catch a whiff of the breakfast smell ? —Farm Journal A JEW’S APPRECIATION OF JESUS. A remarkable story of Ghetto life in New York, appears in the January American Magazine. The story is by James Oppenheim, and the following is an interesting incident from it: ' ‘The Jew doctor smiled sadly. ‘ls that the kind of a physician Miss Grabo is going to be ?’ " ‘Why not?’ she challenged He laughed a bit. " ‘Well, I guess I’m an old fashion ed doctor,’ he murmured, ‘for I have queer ideas about things. Do you know my definition of a doctor ?’ “ ‘What is it?’ Dr. Rast looked at her queerly. " ‘Why, he’sjustan ordinary man, like Jesus, who lays his hand on the filth of the world’s flesh, bnt who lays his heart and his soul on —’ he paused, and held his breath, ‘bruised hearts and broken souls.’ " ‘Like Jesus?’ she cried, shocked. ‘You, a Jew, say that?’ '“Why not?’ he smiled. ‘Jesus was a Jew. And as a doctor I revere him. He was our greatest doctor. He cured multitudes ! I wish there was one such in these roaring slnms. ’ ” The trusts, at any rate, will never be able to control the supply of sunshine. BUCKWHEAT AND SAUSAGE. When the gravy on the buckwheats and the sausages are hot. When the steam is floating upward from the shining coffee-pot, 1 When the cook stirs up the batter that was set the night before. And when little Bob and Clara smack their lips and call for more. Oh, it’s then a man Is always feeling pretty near his best— If there Isn’t any trouble with tbe works beneath his vest; And It’s then he ought to humbly thank the Lord for what he’s got. When the gravy’s on the buckwheats and the sausages are hot. There’s a fragrance that comes floating from the pancakes on the plate, That should nerve a man to action, make him strong for any fate; There's joy, there’s inspiration in the smear on Bessie's chin. And it’s good to see dear Willie as he scoops the sausage In. And what sweeter music is there than the rasp ing, clapping sound That the busy cook produces as she stirs the stuff around? Oh, eaeh precious, luscious mouthful qutokly finds the proper spot. When the gravy’s on the buckwheats, and the sausages are hot. PATAPBCO NECK HISTORY. Year. Discovered by Capt. John Smith 1608 Surveyed by Lord Baltimore’s order 1662 Land granted to Thomas Sparrow and others.l6s2 Thomas Todd settled on the Neck 1664 Philip Jones acquired a tract 1733 Walnut Grove built 1786 Todd home burned by tbe British 1814 It is said that a prophet is not with out honor save in his own country. The same lack of appreciation of local genius is, perhaps, responsible for the absence of interest in local history. How many of the thousands of Bal timoreans who yearly make the trip down the bay give a moment’s thought to the wealth of tradition and romance clustering about the various places passed ? The story of Fort McHenry and of North Point is perhaps familiar to nearly all, but how many know anything of the intensely interesting events enacted on Kent Island, or of Claiborne’s trading post, which was established on its northern end, nearly opposite the present city of Annapolis, before the Ark and the Dove had en tered the Capes ? A little more than 200 years ago the shores of the bay on either side were infested by hordes of red men. The redoubtable Capt. John Smith, of Jamestown, was the first white man to enter the Patapsco. He visited it for the first time in the spring of 1608, making the voyage up the bay in an open boat. Until his advent, only the bark canoe of the aboriginee bad disturbed its placid waters. THE FIRST SETTLERS. After Smith bad made known his discovery of the river to the James town settlers, and with the coming of Lord Baltimore’s colony, trading was, no doubt, begun with tbe Indians. But we have no record of any set tlements being made along tbe Patap sco, nor of any grants of land thereon, until in 1652. On the 19th day of November, of that year, the Sur veyor-General of the colony entered tbe river and landed on tbe south side. That same day he surveyed 1,550 acres, which were distributed between four persons, all in accordance with the proprietary’s promise to give 50 acres of land for each able-bodied man introduced into the colony. Many of those who came over were brought by the most prosperous set tlers as indentured servants. When the period of their indenture expired they took up land themselves and in time many of them became prosperous and useful members of the community. Of the 1,550 acres surveyed on that day, there were two tracts of 200 acres each for Thomas Sparrow, 200 acres for Samuel Withers, 350 acres for Richard Ewing and 600 acres for William Blay. The next day, November 20th, the Surveyor-General crossed the river and laid out two more tracts. One of 600 acres was for Thomas Spar row. This is now the site of the busy little town of Sparrow’s Point. On the same day 1,150 acres were sur veyed for Thomas Thomas and Wil liam Battin, jointly. Todd’s Inheritance, or Todd’s In dustry, as it is sometimes called, tbe present home of Mr. Thomas B. Todd, president of the School Board of Bal timore county, is a part of that tract. At the time the survey was made the tract was named "Old Road.” THE OLD TODD TRACT. It afterward gave its name to Old Road Bay. On November 22d, 425 acres for Richard Owens was surveyed, and another tract of 300 acres for Augus tine Gillett. Thus it appears that the first grants on the Patapsco were to eight per sons and that all were surveyed within the short period of four days. The eight grantees were: Thomas Sparrow, Richard Ewing, Samuel Withers, Thomas Thomas, Richard Owen, William Battin, Augustus Gillett, William Blay. Thomas Sparrow, at the time of this grant, was living in Anne Arun del county, having previously secur ed a grant of 590 acres on the west side of Rhodes’ river. This place he called "Sparrow’s Rest,” even as the first Sparrow homestead on the north side of the Patapsco was called ‘‘Spar row’s Nest,” Thomas Sparrow is the only one of the eight pioneers whose name is at the present time identified in any way with these early grants. Just when the "Nest,” on the site of the present town of Sparrow’s Point was built I do not know, bnt I don’t think it could have been before 1675, the date of the will of Thomas Sparrow. We have no record of any of the other seven ever building on or other wise developing their tracts. All of them were prominent members of the colony, living on the western side of the bay farther south, and were proba bly content to stay there. ANCIENTS OF THE NECK. When one thinks of the oldest in habitants or settlers of Patapsco Neck (distinguishing between grantees and settlers), one involuntarily thinks of the Todds, Gorsuches, Jones, Stan bnrys and Lynches. All of these families have been identified with Patapsco Neck for many generations. Unfortunately the records of some of them have been , lost and it is difficult to establish the s exact dates of their first coming. The records of the Todd and Jones 1 families, however, are practically in -1 tact and present a very interesting • series of facts. The Todd family ante , dated the Jones family on the river ( by more than 100 years. Just when the Gorsuches came no ’ one knows. When I approached a , member of the family with the direct question, "Can you tell me when your family first settled in this region, were they here when the Todds came or 1 did the Todds come first?” I met with the reply that he didn’t know ; the Todds were here when he came. A rather humorous answer ,but hardly satisfying. TODDS ARE THE OLDEST. Thomas Todd, a resident of Glou cester county, Virginia,in i664bought of Thomas Thomas and William Bat -1 tin the land which they had named "Old Road.” This Thomas Todd was evidently the first of his name in America, and at the time of this pur chase was the holder of land in Anne Arundel county, which was surveyed July Bth, 1651, and is now embraced in the present city of Annapolis. "For Thomas Todd on ye south side of Severn River,” so the record reads. The water front of this lot began at a point on the harbor line and ran up the mouth of Spa creek. His first American patent was taken out in Elizabeth City county, Vir ginia, in 1647. Ever since the purchase, in 1664, of the property on the Patapsco, the Todd family has been resident there, and with but one break tbe land has been held by successive generations of Thomas Todds. That the Indians had been attract ed by his water front and high land has been made evident by large finds of arrow beads and other stone im plements uncovered in one of the fields, amid a lot of oyster shells, fully two feet under the surface. In the library in Mr. Todd’s home this very interesting collection of arrow heads may be seen. Shortly after his purchase of the property from Thomas Thomas and William Battin, Mr. Todd built a residence, which stood until the War of 1812, when it was burned by the British. The present house was built on the site of the first one and, with the exception of a few minor changes, remains today the same as when first constructed, nearly 100 years ago. Thomas Todd died in 1676 on the ship Virginia, while en route to Eng land. A letter, dated April Ist of that year, written on shipboard,shows that he knew he was near death’s door, for it is addressed as follows: "This for my son, Thomas Todd, at 1 his home on the North river, Glouces ter county, Virginia, with all speed.” His will was proved in 1677. Ann Gorsuch, his wife, was a sister of Charles Lovelace and Robert Gor such, of the Eastern Shore. THE OLD BURYING GROUND. Following the custom of the period, 1 the Todds had a family burying I ground near the house. This, like 1 other burying grounds of the early 1 settlers, is of considerable interest, though the oldest stone is now hardly : decipherable. It is rather strange, 1 and the fact has not been satisfac -1 torily explained, that there are no graves of the Todd family bearing an ■ eighteenth century date. The oldest stone is over the grave : of Elizabeth Coon and her child. She • was the wife of Hugh Coon, a minis i ter, who is said to have been a native ' of England and bad settled in Balti more county. The wife took her in fant on a trip to England and on the retdrn voyage, when nearing home, both died and were buried here. The name of Coon is not a com mon one in our records, and there are no evidences of others of the family having been in the vicinity. The in scription on the stone is as follows: Here lyeth tbe Body of Elizabeth Coon, late wife of Hugh Coon, who departed this life 1717, in ye 27th year of her age Daughter Coon this life 22nd 1 year and 12 days. , The breaks indicate the portions of the inscription which cannot be read. Other stones record the death of ; Bernard Todd, in 1816, and other members of the family at later dates. All authorities agree that the Todds, Gorsuches and Jones were the very ’ first settlers on the river. The name of Gorsuch appears in the early rec | ords, but lam inclined to think that they did not come into the Neck until after tbe Todds. If they did come before there are none of their family who know of it or have any thing to show it. It is probable that they settled first in the upper part of Baltimore county and came into tbe Neck later. The date of the advent of the Jones family into this favored region is clear. Lord Baltimore gave a grant ’ of land in 1733 to Philip Jones and ’ John Rattenlierry. ; ENTER THE JONES FAMILY. ; This same Philip Jones is the one : who later helped to lay out the city 1 of Baltimore. His grant bordered on Welchman’s creek, but was not built r on until in 1786, when Judge Thomas Jones built the bouse which is still ’ standing. It has been leased for the past ! eight years by the Crescent Club as a clubhouse. With the exception of a new roof and such minor repairs, ' the house is unchanged and is in a ' remarkable state of preservation con sidering its ripe old age of 123 years. 1 The British, in the War of 1812, j! did no great damage to this property, [ their intention being to reserve the : residence for a hospital, but they never had a chance to carry out their intentions.—/. H. K. Shannahan , /r., in Sunday's Sun. “Hurry up, Tommy!” called : mother from downstairs, "we’re late I now. Have you got your shoes on?” ‘ "Yes, mamma —all but one.” When a man can’t find something 1 he wants around the house, he begins r to accuse his wife of meddling with 7 his affairs. ESTABLISHED 1850. 00 IT HOW. “Never do today what can be put off until tomorrow,” is a bad maxim for a young man to adopt if he wants to succeed. Time is precious. Prompt ness is a recommendation. Today is the only time we have. “Do it now’ ’ should therefore be our motto. Note the sublime precision that leads the earth over a circuit of 500,- 000,000 miles back to the solstice at the appointed moment without the loss of one second —no, not the mil lioneth part of a second—forages and ages of which it traveled that impe rial road. — Edward Everett. Dispatch is the soul of business.— Chesterfield. Unfaithfulness in the keeping of an appointment is an act of clear dishon esty. You may as well borrow a person’s money as his time. — Horace Mann. By the street of by-and by one ar rives at the house of never. — Cetvan ties. The greatest thief this world has ever produced is procrastination, and he is still at large.— H. IV. Shaw. “Oh, how I do appreciate a boy who is always on time !” .says H. C. Bowen. “How quickly you learn to depend on him, and how soon you find yourself intrusting him with weightier matters! The boy who has acquired a reputation for punc tuality has made the first contribu tion to the capital that in after years makes his success a certainty. “Nothing commends a young man so much to his employers,” says John Stuart Blackie, “as accuracy and punctuality in the conduct of his busi ness. And no wonder. On each man’s exactitude depends the com fortable and easy going of his ma chine. If the clock goes fitfully, no body knows the time of day ; and, if your task is a link in the chain of another man’s work, you are his clock, and he ought to be able to re ly on you.” “The whole period of youth,” said Ruskin, “is one essentially of forma tion, edification, instruction. There is not an hour of it but is trembling with destinies —not a moment of which, once past, the appointed work can never be done again, or the ne glected blow struck on the cold iron.” “Tomorrow didst thou say?” ask ed Cotton. “Go to —I will not hear of it. Tomorrow 1 It is a sharper who stakes bis penny against thy plenty—who takes thy ready cash and pays thee naught but wishes, hopes and promises, the currency of idiots. Tomorrow ! it is a period no where to be found in all the hoary registers of time, unless perchance in the fool’s calendar. Wisdom dis claims the word, nor holds society with those that own it. ’Tis fancy’s child, and folly is its father ; wrought of such stuff as dreams are ; and base less as the fantastic visions of the evening.” Oh, how many a wreck on the road to success could say : “I have spent all my life in the pursuit of tomorrow, being assured that to morrow has some vast benefit or other in store for us.” “I give it as my deliberate and sol emn conviction,” said Dr. Fitch, “that the individual who is tardy in meeting an appointment will never be respected or successful in life.” “If a man has no regard for the time of other men,” said Horace Greeley, “why should he have for their money ? There are many men, to whom each hour of the business day is worth more than five dollars.” A man who keeps his time will keep his word. In truth be cannot keep his word unless he does keep his time. When the Duchess of Southerland came late, keeping the court waiting, the queen, who was always vexed by tardiness, presented her with her own watch, saying, “I am afraid your’s does not keep good time.” * ‘Then you must get a new watch or I another secretary,’’replied Wash ington, when his secretary excused the lateness of his attendance by say ing that his watch was too slow. “I have generally found that a man who is good at an excuse is good for nothing else,” said Franklin to a ser vant who was always late, but always ready with an excuse. SHOWS COHDITIOIf OF TRACK. A device whereby a locomotive en gineer can see at a glance the state of the railroad track, both in front and behind him—the distance of a block each way —has been patented by a Gloucester (N. J.) inventor. The appliance is an electric one, operated by a small dynamo in the cab, supplemented by a small storage battery, carried as a reserve in case of accident. The senses of both sight and hear ing of the engineer are appealed to by an annunciator drop, an electric light that becomes immediately lumi nous, and an electric whistle, all three uniting to give warning to the stoker that danger is present, and due cau tion must be exercised to avoid loss of life, injury to persons and wreck age of property. ■WALLOWS AS MEBSKHGERB. It is perhaps not generally known that swallows can be trained to ri val carrier pigeons as messengers. The experiment has been successfully tried on more than one occasion. An Antwerp trainer of pigeons sent up some pigeons and swallows at the same time from Compiegne, in France, 154 miles off. The swallows arrived at home in one hour and seven minutes. The pigeons took rather more than three times as long. On another oc casion two swallows, which had been previously trained, were taken to Pa ris and started. They arrived at their home, Roulaix, ninety-three miles from Paris, in seventy-five minutes. “Wealth doesn’t bring true hap piness,” quoted the Wise Guy. i “Yes, but lots of us would be satis fied with a good imitation,” added the Simple Mug.