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I VOL. XXIV._FORREST C ITY, ARK., FRIDAY AFTERNOON, JUNK 28. 1895. NO. 38.
professional cards.
w. D« ALLEY,
PHYSICIAN and SURGEON
Ferrest CUT* Ark.
j. R. CASON, M. D.
5 PHYSICIAN and SURGEON
Forreet City, Ark.
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IN THE EVENING.
When we tended the fields of the happy old
farm.
The hours would travel so slow!
The sun seemed to pause by some wonderful
charm
That Joshua knew long ago!
But after awhile came the shades from the
hills:
Then the sunset and gloaming nnon;
And homeward we trudged to the mocking
bird’s trills.
r liVhen the time to cease working came on
The whipporwlll dreamed In the thicket se
date.
And the cricket chirped out In the wheat:
The cattle stood lowing beside the farm gate,
And a milking song rose low and sweet.
The summer air told of the roses that grew
And glowed In the twilight so wan;
And mother would meet us In welcome, we
knew,
When the time to cease working came on
We nre toiling on still, yet In different ways
From the ones where we labored when
voung.
And not with tbs pleasure we knew in the
days
When hope all her melodies sung.
The hours are longer, It seemeth, than then.
But the tolling will sometime be done:
And peace once again will be ours as when
The tlms to cease working came on
—Memphis Commercial -Appeal.
A HEAVY BANS01L
To judge by his haggard looks and
the monotonous way in which he was
pacing up and down the room, Hon.
Robert Spenceley was evidently under
the influence of a serious mental de
pression when his particular chum,
Tom Langton, favored him with a
morning call.
"Halloa: What’s up, Bob? By Jove,
you are looking seedy.”
Hon. Robert stopped in his purpose
less walk, languidly extended his arm,
lightly touched the tips of his friend’s
fingers, and heaved a deep and bitter
sigh.
“Are you ill. chappie, or has the
peerless, patrician Penelope—”
“Sit down, Tom. The fact is, I’ve
been a fool.”
“And how did you discover it?”
"Well, as you know, I’ve been mixed
up a bit with Lord Templeton and his
set. Jolly fellows, but inclined to go
the pace a bit too fast. Hang me, I if
can say ‘No’ to anything they propose,
and the upshot of it all is that in two
nights I have lost upward of three
thousand pounds sterling playing cards
at the Junior Aborigines— at least,
that’s the amount they hold my I O U’s
; for."
“What confoundedly bad luck you
must have had!”
“I posted down to the family nest
yesterday, laid the whole affair before
the governor, and vowed that I would
never touch a card again if he would
; help me out of this scrape.”
“And he has refused?”
"Point blank. He reminded me that
on several occasions he had paid off my
legitimate debts—small in comparison
to this one—but he considered playing
cards for high stakes so outrageously
foolish that he could not and would
not help me. I told him they were
debts of honor, but he said it was a
most dishonorable way either of malt
ing or getting rid of money.
“In conclusion, he told me that as it
was most desirable that I should break
! off from this connection, he proposed
to reduce my allowance to five hundred
pounds a year, during which time I am
! to travel and see as much of the world
as I can on a paltry ten pounds a week.”
“And what did you sav?”
“What could I say? 1 have no choice
in the matter. I have made up my
mind that I will not go to the money
lenders, and so I must get these fel
lows to wait until 1 can redeem my pa
per.”
“Look here, old chap. I’ll come with
you for a time, and we’ll go in for a
walking tour.”
I “Tom, you are a brick. Let us start
this week.”
Three months had elapsed since Rob
i art Spenceley’s departure, during
w’hich period frequent communications
—each bearing expressions of regret
for the past and promises for the fu
ture—kept Lord Nethwick fully ac
quainted with his son’s doings. The
absent one seemed to be thoroughly
enjoying himself, judging from his
graphic descriptions of the scenery
and incidents of the walking tour.
Then the letters ceased altogether.
Several times lately the doubt had
arisen in Lord Methwick’s mind as to
whether he had not been too severe,
remembering that his son had hitherto
borne an irreproachable character,
evincing a deep dislike to all the
worse forms of dissipation, and, there
was no doubt that this unfortunate af
fair at the Junior Aborigines was not
: the result of inherent or newly-ac
quired viciousness, but rather brought
about by a false position, in which,
surrounded by companions of wealth
and repute, he had been led away by
the excitement and his inability to say
“ho.”
Now that no news came from him,
his father's resolution rapidly gave
way under the disquieting influence
of foreboding and the continuous en
treaties of his mother, until at last his
recall was decided upon so soon as the
next intimntion of his address should
arrive. The next letter did disclose his
whereabouts, and this was the—
thunderbolt.
“Most Illustrious Siokor—The son of
your excellency Is doing us the honor to con
descend our humble hospitality to partake and
has to us your address given so that we may
impart his well being. He now his departure
desires, but we would that your Illustrious ex
cellency to us sending the sum of pounds four
thousand Englische that we may be solaced
for his loss.” Then followed an address to
which a communication was to be sent, and
the missive concluded: “Any Information to
the gendarmes will be on the son of your ex
cellency. (Slgnou) Giuskppe."
•Giuseppe! The most noted bloodthirsty
and brigand of modern times, about
whose cruelties and tortures so many
harrowing tales were told by travel
ers, and upon whose head a heavy
price had been set long ago.
Lady Methwick piteously besought
her husband to send the money at
once.
‘‘They will kill my darling boy, and
you—you—will have sent him to his
death!”
Her daughters, Hon. Agatha, Ondine
and Clovis, added their agonized en
treaties; indeed, so carried away were
they by their feelings that they actual
ly offered to go without new hats and
dresses for the next twelve months, in
order to contribute to the ransom
money. But his lordship did not be
lieve in giving way at once. Doubtless
a lesser sum would be accepted, and
while negotiations were in progress
and there was a chance of the ransom
being ultimately paid, he did not think
his son would be in any danger. So he
sent an offer of two thousand pounds
sterling. The reply to this was a curt
refusal, and a postscript added in Rob
ert Spenceley's handwriting was:
"Father, send soon; feel sure they will
not take less.” But still Lord Meth
wick would not give in without effort
to reduce the amount, and he increased
his offer to two thousand five hundred
pounds sterling.
The day came when Giuseppe’s
reply was due, but it did not ar
rive, and pent-up anxiety caused
his lordship two sleepless nights and
two miserable, irritable dai’s. On
the third morning, amongst the con
tents of the post bag was a small par
cel, the handwriting of the address of
which was immediately recognized.
With trembling fingers Lord Methwick
tore open the package, and there lay
disclosed the bold brigand’s staggering
reply—a cardboard box containing a
man's ear packed in sawdust, and in
side the lid these words were scrawled:
‘*No less than four thousand. Part
of his excellency is sent free so that
he may hear your decide which was
final.”
In after years that day always re
mained impressed with startling vivid
ness on his lordship’s memory. What
with his wife’s continual fainting fits;
his three daughters inconsecutive hys
terics, their conscious intervals being
employed in upbraiding him in such
severe terms that one would have
thojght that the poor man had himself
cut his sou’s ear off; his own mental
anguish as he remembered that the
future head of his house would never
be able to hear both sides; the horrid
possibility of getting the wanderer
back for nothing—a piece at a time,
and the fear that at that moment fur
ther tortures might be in course of in
fliction—he often marveled, not only
that he survived it, but that reason did
not altogether forsake her tottering
throne.
And the climax was reached when,
in the softening shades of twilight,
Lady Methwick and her three daugh
ters. dressed in blaek, went in solemn
procession to a distant part of the
grounds, where, beside a rippling
stream and beneath a spreading tree,
the gardener had already dug a grave.
There, with fresh bursts of tears and
passionate sobs, the box of sawdust
with its precious freight was solemnly
buried, and a cairn built over and
about its resting place.
The outgoing evening mail carried
two letters, one to the brigands agree
ing to their terms, the other to a friend
of the family, who happened to be a
consul in the near neighborhood, in
closing a draft for four thousand
pounds, and begging him to put him
self in instant communication with
Giuseppe and obtain the captive’s re
lease.
The consul did as he was desired,
and, in compliance with instructions
from the robber band, who were evi
dently taking every precaution against
being trapped, proceeded alone one
evening, carrying a parcel of four
thousand sovereigns to an indicated
spot on the outskirts of a forest. Here
he was met by a sunburnt, black
bearded giant, picturesquely attired in
his native dress, who carried a rifle,
while a couple of revolvers and a
poniard adorned his sash. Motioning to
the consul to follow him, he proceeded
but a few paces into the forest, then
halted and blew a long, low, peculiar
whistle on his fingers.
Approaching footsteps were Immedi
ately heard, and there emerged from
among the trees the whilom prisoner,
alone. As he ranged up to the side of
his deliverer, the gold was handed
over, carefully counted, and then, with
a low bow, the robber turned on his
heel, at once disappeared, without hav
ing uttered a word, and the consul and
his purchase were free to depart.
Methwick hall was ablaze with light
on the evening of the heir's return to
his ancestral home. The female por
tion of the family had spent the day
in alternately laughing and crying for
joy, and were now in a state of intense
excitement, anxiously awaiting the re
turn of the carriage from the station.
Presently the sound of wheels \yas
heard drawing up to the door, and
mother and sisters rushing out, fell
upon Robert, hugged him and kissed
him and half dragged, half carried
him into the house, but it was not un
til after they had been for some time
assembled in the library that there
flashed across their minds the remem
brance of that horror that lay buried
beside the stream. His mother first
made the discovery.
"Why, Robert, you have two ears!”
"Two ears, mother! Have I net al
ways had two?”
"But we buried one of them."
Hon. Robert was evidently in the
dark, and when they explained he de
clared (truthfully) that he knew noth
ing about it. As a word-painter he
proved a decided failure, considering
the adventures which they expected
him to recount. He had nothing to re
late, simply monotony waiting for the
ranson, and, no matter how they plied
him with questions, he could tell them
nothing of the doings of the gang, for
he said he never saw any of them ex
cept the one who had him in charge.
A few days after his return, plead
ing the necesstiy of a visit to a West
End tailor, he traveled to London,
after receiving strict injunctions and
giving a promise to shun his old haunts
and companions. Arrived in town, he
at once proceeded to Tom Langton’s
chambers, and his first words to his
chum were:
"I say, Tom, what about that ear,
and why wasn’t 1 told of it?”
"Well, I thought you might object,
and as it was desirable to bring things
to a climax, 1 got it from the dissecting
room at the hospital through a stu
dent.”
"It took me quite by surprise when
they accused me of having two ears,
and told me they had buried one of
them. But how about the money?”
"I have told the fellows that you
have negotiated a loan and empowered
me to pay your debts. Here are the I
0 U’s that I have bought up, and the
total amount is about £2,990. The re
maining £1,004—”
"You will please keep for yourself, as
arranged, for the double purpose of
paying you for your trouble and buy
ing your perpetual silence.”
"Thanks, old chap. I will be si
lent as the grave; but, I say, I had a
difficulty in keeping silence when we
had her majesty’s consul in the forest.
1 never wanted to laugh so much be
fore.”— Tid-Bits.
What Did Hill Do on Cloudy DayaT
“What time will that train be in, do
you think?” askeu the impatient man.
“It is pretty hard to tell,” answered
the agent of the little southern branch
line. “Sence Bill’s tree was cut down
by a pack of durn fool niggers after a
'coon he finds it a heap of trouble mak
in’ jest the right time.”
“Bill’s tree?”
“Yas. Bill, he ia the conductor, you
know. The tree I was speakin’ of
stood alongside the track about thirty
mile up the road from here, an' when
the train come along and the shadder
of the tree laid across the middle of
the top rail of Buck Johnson's fence
Bill knowed he was on time and could
gauge her about right to git here on
schedule time. Now them fool niggers
has cut it down, aud all Bill has got to
go by is his own guess. Company was
talkin’ some of puttin’ up a pole in the
place whar the tree useter be, but they
hain’tdone it yit.”—Cincinnati Tribune.
Two Dogs In One.
Here is a dog story, which you can
believe or not as you please. A gen
tleman remarked of a friend’s dog that
the two eyes of the animal were re
markably different in size. “Yes,”
was the reply, “and he takes a mean
advantage of the fact whenever I have
a stranger to dine with me. He first
gets fed at one side of my guest; and
then goes round the table to his other
side, and pretends to be another dog.”
—Harper's Hound Table.
PERSONAL AND LITERARY.
—Heine seldom read anything bub
poetry, but he read that with the
most scrupulous attention.
—Mrs. Homans was a lover of the
Spanish romances, and often enter
tained a small domestio audience with
one of these tales.
—Petrarch was so anxious to excel'
in polite deportment that he took les
sons from a professor of dancing and
breeding every day for six years.
—John Oliver Hobbes’s first venture
as the writer of a long novel was
awited with much curiosity, but the
favorable reception given to “The
Gods, Some Mortals, and Lord Wick
enliain” has more than justifies the au
thor and has increased her reputation.
It is not generally known that Mrs.
Craigie is an American by birth.
—Queen Elizabeth was of medium
height and weight, but gave the im
pression of being much taller than the
average. She had a Roman nose,which
in the last few years of her life became
very red. Her cheeks were prominent
and her forehead broad and shelving.
Her eyes were a grayish-blue, and her
hair had a decidedly reddish tinge.
—uev. ur. nossuer, oi i>ew York, be
lieves in the bicycle as a secular diver
sion. "If I could ride a bicycle,” he
says, “and enjoy darting through the
breeze, I would lift my hat to God and
thank Him, but I would never ride on
Sunday. There is no more harm in
going to a chowder party, or playing
baseball or tennis, or taking a sail'
down the bay on Sunday than in riding
the bicycle.”
—Mary, Queen of Scots was tall and
slender, but very graceful in all her
actions. Her face does not seem to
have been especially beautiful, for she
had rather irregular features; but her
fascination of manner was irresistible.
She had a way of cocking her head a
little to one side and of looking side
ways at the person with whom she was
talking that gave a strong impression
of coquetry. She had very small hands
and feet, and was fond of showing
both, often having her gown shortened
in order that her feet might be seen.
She always had her own hair cut close,
and wore a wig to save the time and
trouble of hair-dressing.
HUMOROUS.
—11 U
—Jones—“Come, go fishing with me,
old chap.” Brown—“Can’t do it; just
signed the pledge.”—Judge.
—Wife—“That’s a perfect dream of
a bonnet.” Husband—“Yes; but I’ll
bet it cost a regular nightmare of a
price.”—Philadelphia Record.
—Mr. Softleigh— “Oh, Miss Vere,
your resplendent beauty sets my brain
on fire.” Miss C. Vere—“Well, never
mind, it won’t be much of a conflagra
tion.”—Truth.
—Jasper—“Caesar and his wife are
constantly quarreling.” Jumpuppe—
“Yes, they have different theories as
to what each should do to make the
other happy.”—Boston Post.
—Lady—“I see you advertise home
made bread?” Bakbr—“Yes, ma’am.”
Lady—"Does it taste like home-made?”
Baker—“No, indeed, ma'am. It’s sweet
and light.”—Household Words.
—Teacher—“Can you tell me, John
ny, why Satan goes about the earth
like a roaring lion?” Johnny—“’Cause
he can’t cut any ice in the place where
he lives when he’s to home.”—Boston
Transcript.
—Whyte—“I tnought you said your
wife wrapped up this bundle.”
Browne—“1 did.” Whyte—“You must
be mistaken. There isn’t a pin in the
wrapping-paper anywhere.” — Somer
ville Journal.
—“Mike,” said Plodding Pete, who
had been reading from a newspaper,
“what Meandering Mike, as he rolled
over far enough to break off a daisy
that tickled his ear, murmured: “Any
kind.”—Washington Star.
—ixu. isrown—"My Jove: Miss Lily
blow, how the costumes and make-up
alter people. I hardly knew you.”
Miss Lilyblow—“Do I look a fright,
then?” Col. Brown—“On the contrary,
you look charming.”—Judge.
—“Mamma, what did Tommy Jones’
papa mean when he said I was a chip
of the old block?" “He meant you were
like your papa.” “And when Tommy’s
mamma said I was a pile of impudence,
did she mean I was like you.”—Har
per’s Bazar.
—“This is the last time I shall bring
this bill !” cried the enraged collector.
'"Thanks," replied the impecunious
editor. “You are so much more con
siderate than the other fellow, for he
said he was going to come again!”_
Atlanta Constitution.
—“Only think.” exclaimed Fender
son, “of the many uses to which paper
is now’ put!” “I know," replied Bass.
“I was at the theater the ether night,
and I was told it was all paper. And
it was a fine, substantial-looking struc
ture, too.”—Boston Transcript.