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BENTON, LOUISIANA, THURSDAY. JUNE 11, 1896.
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BY CLARA M. WHITE.
"Well Kathryn, here you are at
last. Do you know that it is just a
year ago today that we graduated?
Dear old Wellesley ! When shall I
see the beautiful place again ? Little
did 1 think that it would be a whole
year before you and I should have an
"And little did I think, Marjory,
that in a year I should Vie summoned
to help you prepare for your weddiug.
Do yon remember that last night
when we spent tue midnight hour to
gether talking over our past and fut
ure? And do you remember how you
declared you should not marry Jack,
even though he had asked you before
you came away to college ? And then,
you know you announced your inten
tion of following a literary career?
You had not quite decided whether
you preferred editing a newspaper or
writiug popular novels. I have
laughed over it many a time since you
wrote me of your coming marriage ? "
"Well, you needn't laugh, Kathryn
Ball, it's a very serious matter—the
engagement, I mean; und as for my
"Don't look so superior, now. 1
suppose you will go on teaching, and
climbing up and up, till you are a col
lege president, but I don't believe you
will be a bit happier than I."
"All right, Marj, 1 am not going
to dispute the point, because I urn
dying to know how it all came about,
this amazing change in your views of
"Honestly, I justcannot help laugh
ing, whenever I think of it-"
And she burst into a peal of merri
ment, in which Marjory, though she
tried hard to stand on her dignity was
at last forced to joiu.
"You don't deserve to be told a
word about it, but I'll be good and
tell you apy wav, for I must vindicate
myself, if possible."
"How charming! Well, begin
right away." And Kathryn settled
back lazily among the cushions in her
hammock, while Marjory, in a low
rocker at her side, proceeded to relate
what she called her "conversion."
" Of course Jack called bright aud
early the very evening I returned. It
was a gorgeous night and after I had
Bung for him, we took a little walk in
tho garden. No sooner bad we
•reached the end of tho walk, than be
grabbed both my hands and said,
'Marjory, those miserable four years
are over at last. Now when shall it
"When shall what be?' said I, pre
tending not to know what he meant,
and trying to pull my hands away.
"At that he actually kissed me ?
Why,Iwasso angry,I don't know what
I did or said. It 6eems the silly boy
had taken it for granted that I was
going to marry him ns soon as I got
out of school. I told him that I had
never given him to understand any
finch thing, and that I had quite made
up my mind not to murry for a num
ber of years, if I did at all.
" 'Let's sit down here and talk it
over a bit,' bo said. He seemed quite
as serious as I, aud
minded telling him
doing with my life,
pathetic and nice, that I just told him
how my great desire was to become a
newspaper woman. I said that
thought either of going to some small
piace and editing a paper myself, or
of editing some special department of
scity paper. On the whole I thought
1 preferred the latter, as then I could
stay at home and get a little ac
quai a ted with my family, after havin
, *'*eu away from them for so long.
asked me if 1
what I intended
He was so spm
'Xhat would suit me a little bet
er, too,' said ho, and then I wished I
had saiii I was going to North Dakota
or South America, but 1 pretended
not to hear bis remark aud went on.
" 'Now do you suppose, Jack, I
nld get such a position as that on
he Times?' "
He stroked his mustache for some
little tune, and I verily believe now it
was to bide a smile. At Inst he asked
ery gravely whether 1 had ever had
much practice in writing.
'Why, I could do it perfectly
well,' said I, 'I am sure. My essays
and theses at college were always con
sidered very line.'
1 'I don't doubt that,' said he, 'but
yon see newspaper work is so entirely
li fife rent. I am afraid you would have
to begin, like the rest, with reporting,
and work up gradually.'
" 'if that is necessary, I will do it,'
'He thought an instant and said.
I'll tell you what I'll do, Marjory, if
you are really in earnest about this
thing. The editor of the Times, Mr.
Brown, is a personal friend of mine,
and perhaps I can got you some re
porting to do.'
'Of course I was delighted and
told him I was ready to begin that
very minute. Then I nsked him how
long ho supposed it would take to
' 'Well, that dopends, of course,'
ho replied, 'ou your work. From
what you say as to your abilities,very
likely it will not be long. You must
show them what you can do, that's
"Well, sure enough, the next day
there came a letter from Mr. Brown,
tiering to let me try my hand at re
porting, if I so desired. I was to
come to tho office the next day and
have some work assigned me. I was
there at the appointed hour and re
ceived my instructions from the city
litor. Indeed, I had no dealings
with Mr. Brown in person, aud in
fact never saw him."
Marjory paused a moment, but a
voice from the hammock said, "Go
on, go on, this waxes interesting."
"Very well. I won't stop just now
to tell you of all the adventures I had
when out on my rounds; how 1 went
to all sorts of places and to interview
ill sorts of people."
"You didn't actually interview
dränge people, Marjory?"
"To be sure l «lid. Do you sup
pose I would flinch ut anything? I
was determined to go through the
necessary apprenticeship. "
"And was your work always accept
"It always went in. Sometimes, at
lirst, it was cut a good deal, but
usually it was just as 1 had written it.
Don't you suppose a college girl could
do acceptable reporting, if she once
made up her mind to do it?"
"I never could have done it, I
know. But where was Jack all this
"Oh! Jack called often and took
me out a got d deal, and sometimes
when I had to be out late at night, nnd
would be just quaking in my shoes, he
would suddenly turn up at some dark
corner ami see mo safely home.
"One day a note came from Mr.
Brown telling me that he would like
to have me try my hand at writing
some weekly articles suitable for the
Woman's Column. I did so,and they
proved quite a success. My pay was
increasing right along, and I was
quite happy, feeling that I was work
"This went on for several weeks,
and finally, nbout the last of October,
Mr. Brown wrote that the lady who
edited the Womau'sColumn was about
to leave the city, and he thought mo
quite competent to go on with her
work. Perhaps I wasn't delighted at
that! He asked me to come to his
sanctum the next day at ten to make
"I had always felt greatly in awe of
that room. I had never been in it. I
think I dressed with special care that
morning. At last I entered the sanc
tum. The editor sat writing away at
his desk. He looked up as I closed
the door, and—be was Jack."
Jack !" gasped Kathryn.
"Yes, Jack. I just couldn't spa
my feelings were so mixed, you know.
So he rose nnd said, 'Marjory, I do
hope you will forgive me. You know
if you had taken much interest
in my career, it would not have been
possible for mo to have practised this
"I winced a little at that nnd felt a
blush slowly mounting to tho parting
of my hair.
" 'You have done splendidly, lie
went on. 'I had no idea at first that
you were so gifted. 1 am in sober
earnest about the offer. We might
make it a partnership affair. What do
you sny ?'
"So now you see, Kathryn Ball, I
have not given up my career at all,
and ns a married woman I shall go
right on with my literary work."—
W oman kind.
The World's Biggest Watch.
The largest watch in the world was
made in London for William Wiikeus,
founder of the firm of William Wil
kens & Co., dealers in curled hair nnd
bristles, of Baltimore. It is kept by
his sons as an heirloom
Mr. Wiikeus was an odd man in
many ways. One of his poculiar de
sires was to possess things that were
entirely different from other things in
the world- His big watch was a man
ifestation of this trait. It cost him
§2,500. He ordered it in 1866, but it
was not finished until 1869. The mas
sive gold chain, to which it wns at
tached, weighs four pounds and cost
§800. It was made in this country.
The watch—a repeater—weighs two
pounds lacking an ounce. Tho hunt
ing case is of eighteen-carat gold and
is seven-eighths of an inch thick. The
white enurnel dial is four inches in
diameter. The case is elaborately en
graved inside and outside, the design
on the front representing Mr. Wil
ken's Baltimore factory and residence.
The engraving on the back represents
Mr. Wilkens nnd his favorite old
white horse, for which he had so much
affection ns it is possible for one
to have for a dumb animal.
Mr. Wilkens carried this big watch
to the day of his death. Tho chain,
which is about four feet long, was
worn about his neck. He had an ex
tra large pocket made in each of his
sts to hold the watch. Some idea
of tho immensity of th > timepiece
may be gained by knowing that the
largest watch now occasionally manu
factured for the trade Inis a case two
inches wide. The diameter of the
watch is nearly four nnd a quarter
Long Flights of Birds.
The distance which birds travel is
marvelous, the naturalists say, and
laymen are inclined to believe them.
\V. Herbert Purvis writes to the Lon
don Field that every spring great
numbers of golden and ringed plover
arrive m the Hawaiian Islands, aud
leave the first week in May.
The nearest points of the American
coast to which they go are in southern
California aud the Alaska peninsnla
respectively, about 2,000 geographical
miles, and there is no intervening
land. It may be that the birds drop
into the water to rest occasionally, ns
ducks do, during such long flights,
but it is not probable. This is the
longest regular flight known of shore
birds over water, but it is known
pretty certainly that some sea birds
fly us a regular thing much further
than this during their migrations.
The brunt geese, for instance, are said
to nest in Siberia, and to fly north
over the Arctic Ocean and south again
to Cape Hatteras, or thereabouts and
beyond, every year.
Throe Houses Form This Parish.
The changes necessary to Queen
Victoria street, London, have brought
about a curious state of affairs. Pieco
by pieco has been taken from the par
ish of St Mary Mounthaw until at
present it actually consists of but
three houses, and yet it is legally
an electoral parish still.
All That Was Claimed.
"Why so sad, Wilbur?"
"Lost my wheel.. Bought it from
a man who said it would go like the
wind—and itdid. Went like the deuo«
for an hour, and then died down com
Ola Winter is ;
And play- Lis
Aud when fie co
c- whene'er he can
ers you with snow,
ai his way doth no.
Oft comes he slyly in the night.
And barley candy, clear and bright,
Hangs out upon each separate twig,
On this one small, on that one big,
While all around, in frolic mood.
He on each hill and field and wood
A pure white sugar dust will throw,
Then silently doth homeward go!
And when the early morning breaks,
And fresh from sleep th" boy awakes,
Ho secs outside his window dim
What the Hood Man has done for him,
And from the house with eager feet
buns out into llm shining street,
Scooping the sugar in hot haste,
Thinking 'twill he so sweet to taste.
But when a mouthful he has ta'en,
The pleasure soon is lost in pain,
To find it only cold as ice.
Turning to water in a trice!
So Winter is a rogue you see,
Doing such ma t pranks constantly.
While in behind the hedge he hides,
Ai.-i all the day unseen abides.
—For the German.
GREEK CHARIOT RACES.
The chariot-races, like tliosa of the
Homan circus, imitated from the
Greek, were of striking interest.
There was scarcely any honor of tho
games more glorious than the chariot
eer's victory, especially if the owner
drove his own horses. The danger to
to life nnd limb undergone by the
charioteer was not less than that risked
by the athlete in boxing with the ces
tus, or in the pancratium. Tho vivid
chapter in "Ben Hur" depicting the
chances nnd perils of a chariot-race
essentially tho same as that of the
Olympic games gives an excellent no
tion of such a contest.—St. Nicholas.
THE KNOWING GAMECOCK.
We all remember the story of the
Athenian artist who painted cherries
so naturally that even tho birds were
deceived aud came to peck at them.
A modern incident illustrates in a
somewhat similar manner the power
of pictorial art to deceive, and at the
same time seems to show a good deal
of reasoning intelligence in at least
one member of tho feathered tribe.
Mr. Scott Leighton, the Boston art
ist, tells the story of a pet gamecock
which he kept in his studio. Having
at one time to paint tho portrait of a
large-sized gamecock for a patron, the
pet suffered a great deal from tho
domineering spirit of the larger bird,
nnd got so that he never could see
him without flying into a rage. After
the picture was completed nnd the
feathered model had been removed,
the canvas remained in the studio,
standing on the floor.
One day the little gamecock wns
picking bis way nbout the studic
when he suddenly caught sight of the
counterfeit presentment of his former
enemy. With a scream of rage he
gave one leap nnd, flying nt the pic
ture, struck his spurs into it again and
again. The next time that he was
given an opportunity he repented the
attack, and it became the almost daily
amusement of tho artist and his
friends to witness these impromptu
cock-fights between a live bird and
,\1 last one day tho little fellow,
resting a moment after an unusually
spirited attack, happened to cock bis
head on one side so as to get a look
behind the picture. For an instant
he wns dumfounded. He looked in
front and saw his old enemy, as large
as life ; another glance behind, and he
was more than ever puzzled. He
then deliberately walked behind and
around the picture several times, care
fully surveying it, and finally with a
spiteful flirt, and with an air of dis
gust that would have done credit to a
human being, marched away and hid
Never after that day could he be
persuaded to attack the picture, or in
deed to pay the slightest attention to
it. He had penetrated the sham nnd
would have no more of it.—Our Ani
PHOTOGRAPHING A WHALE.
Whether a certain whale that break
fasted, dined ami supped every day in
the Santa Catalina channel, went out
one morning with the determination
of being photographed, I really can
not say; but the picture was certain
Living in the neighborhood the
wlialo was probably familiar with the
steamer that plowed dally through its
dining-room ; and if it was at all an
observing whale, it must have noticed
on the morning in question an un
iisual commotion oil the deck of the
steamer, and this is what it saw. The
passengers were crowding about the
rail, and ou the upper «leck stood a
man and a little girl, the former hold
ing a square, black box into which he
looked earnestly. And if the whale
had come a little nearer this is what
lie might have heard:
"Will ho look pleasant?" asked the
little girl of her companion.
"I hope so," he replied, glaucing
rapidly from the camera to the whale
that was then swimming a few hundred
The passengers had first observed it
a mile or more distant, when the little
girl said it was "dancing on its tail."
It ha«! really leaped out. of tho water,
and for a few socomls exposed almost
its entire hack—most astonishing
spectacle—and then had fallen hack
into the sea with a thundering crash.
Soon it came to the surface again, and
shooting a cloud of vapor into the air
that slowly floated away, at intervals
disappeared and reappeared until it
finally came alongside the steamer,
swimming along within a short dis
tance. It was then that the fortunate
possessor of the camera secured a good
position near the rail, an«l waited, as
his little companion had said, for the
whale to "look pleasant." Looking
pleasant in this instance, meant for
the whale to show a large portion of
its body above the water. It was now
swimming just below the surface, its
huge black form, sixty or seventy
feet in length, distinctly visible, pro
pelled by the undulating movement of
the tail. Suddenly it rose, showing
just the portion nround the blow
JioIeR, and with a loud puff the hot
breath burst into the air, was con
denseil and in u little cloud drifted
"Didn't he look pleasant?" asked
the little girl, earnestly.
"Not quite pleasant enough," said
tho photographer, as he peered into
tho tiny window of the camera that
reflected the sea in brilliant tints. "I
could catch the spout, but I want to
wait until be throws his «Aitiro head
out of water and looks really pleasant
before I touch the button."
It was au exciting moment,
never, so far as known, had a living
whale,in the open ocean, posed before
a camera, or a photographer seen so
huge an animal obligingly swim
along, allowing its picture to be
"It's a tame whale, isn't it?" said
the little girl,as tho whale gradually
"He certainly does not Reem very
timid, replied her companion; and as
he spoke, puff! came the spouting like
the escape of steam,the vapor actually
drifting aboard tho steamer into the
faces of the passengers.
The whale was now so near that
the barnacles upon its back could be
seen, aud one man was suro that he
saw its eye. Suddenly it sank, and
all that could be seen in tho little win
dow was the dancing waves and the
white sails of myriads of volellas that
covered the surface, scudding along
before the fresh trade wind. Then,
without warning, the creature as sud
denly rose again, showing a large area
of its back, sending at the same time
a cloud of misty vapor into the air,
as its top or dorsal fin appeared. The
photographer saw it in the little win
dow, and evidently thinking that the
whale looked as pleasant as he in all
probability would, touched the but
ton, and, so far as is known, took the
first photogruph of a living whale ia
the open ocean.—St. Nichols
When the Circus Comes to Town«
When posters yellow and red and green
Are spread over everything,
To tell of the magical sights to be seen
In the tent of the sawdust ring.
When jo« k -y and elephant march in the rear
Of the painted and pallid elown.
We know we have reached the time of the yeal
When the circus has come to town !
Each youngster rushes to follow and look
When the Mare of the hand he hears,
And grandma beams from over her book,
"I guess that I'll take the dears!"
And papa, of course, has to go with the res!
To attend to the matter of cost,
And brother is suddenly much distressed
Lest the young ones might get lost !
And mamma concludes she'll have to go,
For with all of them out of sight,
With the lions and tigers around.at the show,
She'd bo sure to expire of fright.
And sister, all suddenly, too, displays
An affectionate mild distrust
Rest they might run away with the circus
And declare that go she must !
The minister watches the'gay parade
With a twinklo incased in a frown,
Ami he seldom inquiries where his little boy
When the circus has come to town !
For a real boy once, is a boy though grown,
On the day of the sawdust ring,
When the children how at the gilded throne
Where the tinseled clown sits king!
—New York Press.
Perkins (to Jenkins) — I heard this
tnorniug that Barlow had been ar
rested. What has he done? Jenkins
Mrs. Musicus—Did you have much
trouble in learning to sing so beauti
fully? Miss Frankly— Yes ; especially
with the neighbors.
Tommy—Paw, what sort of orders
are "sweeping orders" that the papers
talk about? Mr. Figg—Just wait till
your mother gets to housecleaning.
"Did the jury find tho prisoner
guilty?" inquired a man concerning a
burglar. "No sir," responded tho
policeman, "they didn't find him at all.
He got away."
Mrs. Nix—I hope yon are not afraid
of work. Weary Willie (uneasily)—I
ain't exactly afraid mum; but I al
ways feel fidgety when dere's anything
like dut around.
First Foreigner—What do those
people in the gallery mean by yelling
"rats?" Second Foreigner — Those
must be the cat calls of which we
"It is snid there is little difference
between genuis and insanity?" "Well,
there's one important difference—the
authorities protect us from the luna
Nell—Chollie told me last night he
thought my face would stop an nngel
in its flight. Belle—Don't you think
you'd better practice ou a clock first,
"Mr. Perkins, what is your idea of
culture?" "Well, Mrs. Perkins, it is
letting new neighbors movein-without
looking to see what kind of furniture
"What can it be that has come be
tween Dawson and his wifo? They
used to be so happy together." "Mrs.
Dawson got the chafing dish habit."
"O, too bnd. Poor Dawson! "
"To my mind," remarked Squildig,
"Nansen's greatest difficulty is not
finding the north pole." "What is
Nansen's greatest difficulty? " asked
McSwilligen. "Finding his way
Farmer's Wife—What does the
weather indications in the paper say?
Daughter—Clear and warm. "What
does the Almanac say?" "Wind and
storm." "Well, it do beat all how
these scientists disagree."
Gutherz—Look here, Zapfer, do you
believe in the transmigration of souls?
Zapfer —No; do you? Gutherz —Most
certainly I do ; and I am thoroughly
convinced that I was au ass at the
time 1 lent you those fifty dollars.
Mrs. May-Fair—Well, Mrs. Parvie
New, how does your daughter prog
ress in her piano lessons? Mrs. Par
vie-New—I ain't no musician myself,
but I did hear her teacher say only
yesterd iy, "Emma, my child, you're
quite ten bars ahead!" So she must
be getting on.
In Berlin the height of buildings is
limited to the width of the street, in
Paris to one-half more than the width
ef the street, in Chicago to 130 feet,
and in Boston to two and one-half
times the width of the street