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JOHNSON, D. P. A. * Bell Phone 2382. Birmingham, Ala. — “DON’T BORROW TROUBLE.” BUY SAPOLIO ’TIS CHEAPER IN THE END. REV, ORR DECLINES FLATTERING OFFER Ensley Pastor Will Retain His Present Charge BLOOMING MILL RECORD Two Hundred and Twenty-three In gots Were Turned Out at Steel Mill Thursday—Other News of Ensley. Ensley. January 6.—(Special.)—The Rev. J. W. Orr. pastor of the First Presby terian church of this city, who was re cently offered the position of general su perintendent. of Sunday schools of the South Atlantic states by the Presbyterians In a convention at Baltimore, has declined the position, and will remain in Ensley, where lie Is so closely identified with the religious and social element. The appointment of the Rev. Mr. Orr to this important position is considered as a very high compliment, and while the members of his church and the people generally appreciate the selection, they are glad to know that he will remain here and continue the good w'ork he has done in Ensley. The Rev. Mr. Orr has been pastor of the First Presbyterian church at this place for six years, and has practically built the church. He is greatly loved by every body who knows him, and all rejoice that he will continue in the work. While the appointment was made about two weeks ago he did not announce his decision until today. New Record at Blooming Mill. A new record was made by the blooming mill of the steel plant Thursday, 223 in gots being turned put. This is considered a very large output and eclipses any previous record. The mill under the direction of Joseph Durfee, the new superintendent, made the record output for December. 24,600 tons of high class steel. f Personal and General. Mrs. J. J. Walker entertained a few' friends Iasi night In honor of her friend, Miss Emma Schiff, of Bedford, Ind. G. R. Byrum has been quite ill for a few days. Ray Bros, of North Birmingham have moved their grocery business to this city, and have opened in the McLeod building on Avenue E. Mr. and Mrs. Charles Streetman left tonight for Cullman, where they will re side in the future. Ensley Lodge No. 987. Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks, will meet in regular session Monday night, and will Initiate several new members. After the regular exercises refreshments will be served and some social features presented. Miss Etta uonelson entertained a num ber of her friends at her home on Avenue F and Twenty-fourth street last night. Today was pay day for the mines in and about Ensley. Ordinarily the pay roll reaches close to $125,000, but owing to the holiday season was much less this time. The annual prayer week closed last night at the Cumberland Presbyterian church with a sermon by the Rev. J. W. Orr. This is one of the most successful prayer weeks ever held in Ensley. The usual services will be conducted at the several churches tomorrow by the resident pastors. The Rev. L. A. Reagor. pastor of the Cumberland Presbyterian church, has returned from a two-weeks’ visit *to his old home in Tennessee, and will conduct the services at his church. AFRICAN SLAVE SHIP. Eye-Witness Tells of Pathetic Scenes. Girls Among Victims. H. W. Nevlnson In Harper's Magazine. The slaves on deck regarded Ihe scene with almost complete apathy. Some of the men leaned against the bulwark and silently watched the point of the island as we passed. The women hardly stirred from their places. They were occupied with their babies as usual or lay about in the unbroken wretchedness of despair. Two girls of about 15 or 16 years, evidently sis ters. whom l had before noticed for a certain pathetic beauty, now sat hud dled together, hand in hand, quietly crying. They were just the kind of girls that the planters select for their concubines, and 1 have little doubt they are the coucubines of planters now. But they cried because they feared they would be separated when they came to land. In the confusion of casting anchor 1 stood by them unobserved, and In a low voice asked them a few questions in Umbundu, which I had crammed for the purpose. The answers were brief, in sobbing whispers; sometimes by gestures only. The conversation ran like this; “Why are you here?” “We were sold to the white men.” “Did you come of your own free will?" “Of course not.” “Where did you come from?” “From Blhe.” “Are you slaves or not?” “Of course we are slaves!" "Would you like to go back?” The delicate little brown hands were stretched out, palm downwards, and the crying began afresh. That night the slaves were left on board, but next morning (June 17) when I went down to the pier about 9 o’clock 1 fqund them being landed in two great lighters. When they reached their plantation (which would usually be on the same day or the next, for the island is only thirty-five miles long by fifteen broad), they would be given a day or two for rest, and then the daily round of labor would begin. For them there are no more journey ings till that last short passage when their dead bodies are lashed to poles and carried out to he flung away in the forest. DR. HOLLAND N. McTYEIRE, DENTIST. Office over Bank of Ensley. Crown and Bridge Work a Specialty. SUE NEVER WEARS AN) STOCKINGS Mme, Bramsen Also Has Other Ideas About Dress S NOT AFRAID OF THE COLD Norwegian Singer's Outer Apparel Is All Homespun and She Has But One Variety—Health Rules. Special to the New York World. Pittsburg, Pa.—It is now additionally known that corsets and tight dresses, as well as stockings, are an abomination ac- | cording to Mme. Sandai-Bramsen, singer and wife of Herr Henry Bramsen, prin cipal ’cellist and soloist of the Pittsburg orchestra. Mme. Bramsen for the past ten years has not worn a pair of stock ings, unless the feet were cut out and she has never worn corsets, while she | despises to cover her neck and shoulders | and shut out the air. She disclaims any notion of eccentricity, and said positively she |s not a fadist. Mme. Bramsen is Norwegian by birth. She talks the Scandinavian languages, German, French and Italian fluently, but does not understand English, to which she is applying herself. She has been lost in Pittsburg half a dozen times seeking some location, but she has al ways managed to And ‘her way home to her boarding house on Craig street. Mme. Bramsen was Interviewed in her own luriguage, and thus s*he was enabled , to give an excellent account of why she failed to wear stockings at the re ceptions and on the stage at the Car negie music hall while singing before Pittsburg's most fashionable audience. “When I was 19 years of age." she said, “I left my home in Christiana, Norway, to study In Berlin under Mme. Etelka Ger sher. I arrived from Norway all muf fled up My throat, head, feet and body were covered to exclude the air, as I had been -.aught at home. I was constantly annoyed with throat troubles, coughs and colds until 1 thought I would contract consumption. Mme. Oerster advised me to throw away more than one-half of my clofhing. She said that as long as I excluded the air, so long would I be incapacitated from ever becoming a singer. One by one I began discarding my heavy wraps. It was a woman phy sician in Berlin who advised me to dis card stockings. I wore the heavy, woolen hand-knit stockings worn by Norwegians and people in the north countries. I know of a dozen women in Berlin who never wear stockings. They walk the streets of Berlin daily in their bare legs, with l'eet incased in shoes, wi*.*out attracting com ment. Lilli Lehmann Doesn’t Wear Them. ‘“Lilli Lehnmnn, the singer, never wears any stockings while about her home at Colonie Grunewald. 1 have frequently Been her about the farm in bare legs, and when she goes abroad she wears stockings with the feet cut out.” Mrs. Bramsen lifted her skirt above her ankle and displayed a white leg, tinged with pink, and she pulled up the trousers of her husband, a handsome young Dane, and showed that he, too, was bare-legged and bare-footed. His feet were encased In the regulation shoe, and Mme. Bramsen wore a dainty slipper. Mme. Bramsen appeared recently at a reception without stockings, but she was not discovered until she admitted the fact herself. She said: "No one in this place would have known that l did not wear stockings until Herr Luigi Von Kunits, the principal violinist of the Pittsburg orchestra one morning early came to our house and wished to see Mr. Bramsen. I unthinkingly went to the door to meet our visitor, and he dis covered l wore neither stockings nor cor sets. and my house gown was cut low in the neck. He considered it remark able and told his w'ife. She questioned me, and then I told her I never wore stockings, nor corsets, nor light-fittlng dresses, nor any of the fashion adopted by women, hut wore the same style of dresses, made by myself, the same style hats and In the coldest weather went barefooted in my shoes and always bare footed and barelegged in the house. “I cannot understand why American women are so partial to corsets, nor why they lace themselves so tightly, no more than they can understand why I do not wear stockings. For ten years I have dressed rattionally according lo the advice given me by the best European physicians and the greatest singers, and I have never, known what It is to have a cold, to suf fer throat trouble or to suffer any Illness whatever. How many American women have such a record? Not only that, but my husband enjoys tho same health as I do. and we both practice the same meth ods of dress. “Winter and summer we have the win dows of our rooms open day and night, no matter what climate we may he trav elling in. We have gone out in the cold bitter frosty mornings on the snow and doae our morning exercises without feel ing the cold.” Shoulders Carry the Weight. Mine. Bramsen is thought to lie pecu liar In her dress and tile wearing of gowns by Pittsburg women. She does not wear the conventional dress, hustle and pads like other members of her sex. All her dresses are made so they hang from lier shoulders and are not supported by being tightened and fastened about the waist. Her dresses and gowns are all made of homespun cloth. Occasionally she wears a yoke of Norwegian goods sewed into largt flowers and her gowns are a marvel, none ever having been seen like them here. Arid they are all sewed and fitted by Mme. Bramsen. "All m.v dresses are lose fitting, and all of homespun goods. I cannot buy the material in stores. I have to take trips among the Norwegian peasantry, where they do their own weaving, and here and there I And homespun, and usually the old dames that spin the goods make me presents of the cloth and refuse to take my money. Homespun material Is loosely woven. It is porous and It does not shut out the air, but It is warm and comfortable." Apparel of One Color. Madame Bramsen always wears her dresses, hats. etc., all of one color. She has hats of the same color to match ev ery dress, although she believes that hats should be omitted from a woman's ward robe. "But,” she said, "the style of hats 1 wear do not interfere with the circula tion of air through my hair, and hence 1 wear them for vanity’s sake. "I have been amazed at the enormous sums of money American women spend on their toilets. I have attended recep tions surrounded by women wearing gowns costing thousands of dollars, while t stood In my Imre feet, encased in loose fitting shoes, in a simple homespun gown, without any decorations or ornaments, and I did not know whether I was fool ish or the women around me. One of us must he wrong. I venture I can take any of your weak, sickly women, tight laced, stockinged, befurred. doctoring and ill tempered. and %jn less than one year. If she will adopt my fashion, 1 can make her well and strong, and can prove to tier there is something else in life besides the unhealthy body she is nursing. Houses For Sale—Houses for Rent Residence Lots for Sale. Business Lots for Sale. Will Sell Lets and Build Houses to Suit Purchaser—Small Cash Payments and Monthly Payments. Acreage Property Tor Sale, 5, lO, 40 Acre Tracts. ENSLEY LAND GOMPANY Corner 19th. Street and Avenue C. Ensley, Alabama. WASPS IN HIS HAT UPSET WEDDING NEST IN THE DEACON’S OLD BEAV ER AND COME OUT TO STING THE BRIDEGROOM AND THE GUESTS. Special to the New York World. Slab City, Vt.—Deacon Jonathan Rosa Inadvertently contributed to a good deal of excitement at the wedding of his grandson Ephriam the other day as he was taking to wife Miss Betty Porter, a pretty young woman of the village. For a time it looked as though the cere mony would have to be postponed. The deacon lays all the trouble to his good spouse Martha, who, he declares, insisted that he should wear his “fun eral" beaver hat. The venerable dea- j con protested that the tile was suitable for funerals only, but Mrs. Ross insisted that she had frequently seen in the news papers pictures of men wearing them to fashionable weddings In Boston and that It Would be highly improper for him to go In his rusty felt. So the hat was brought from the attic, where it had been reposing for upward of three years; the exterior was brushed by his near-sighted wife and the pair set out for the home of the bride. The 'deacon almost rebelled after the third neighbor had solicitously inquired as to whose funeral they were going, but he stuck it out and in due time arrived at, the Porter homestead. The ceremony was to be performed in the parlor, where chairs were set in a semi-circle, and as they were close rela tives and is Mrs. Ross could not see any distance with comfort, they were placed in the first bow. The deacon put his hat under his chair and soon began to ( enjoy the proceedings Immensely. The | other chairs were soon filled and then, j at the signal of the best man, the church | organist, struck up the “Lohengrin" wed- , ding march on the melodian and the wed ding party entered. The parson had asked the usual ques tions and was about to pronounce tlie couple man and wife when the groom emitted a sharp crp of pain and clapped his hand to his head. Almost Instantly he yelled a second time, jabbed his eye and began to dance a hornpipe. The blushing bride turned pale and started to weep; the guests fidgeted in their chairs i and the parson looked amazed. Just then the deacon leaped out of ! Ills chair and running his hand up his | trousers leg to the top of his boot pir ouetted in a circle and losing ills balance came down flat on the floor. “W&sps!” he shouted, withdrawing his hand and holding up a crushed insect in his trembling finger. Every one was on his feet In an in stant. Women held their skirts close and fanned the air with their handkerchiefs. The bridegroom danced about in a circle tearing at his hair, and the bride gath ered her veil closely about her face. The wasps, about twenty in number, buzzed here and there, their flight marked by hysterical shouts from the feminine guests. Then, circling slowly, they made a bee line for the deacon * beaver. Inside the hat, neatly glued to the roof, was 'a small conical wasp’s nest and Into it the insects finally crawled one by one. When they had all got home the deacon Immersed the hat in a tub of water and the interrupted wedding went on. At the reception the bridegroom couldn't see out of his left eye and sev eral of the guests suffered in divers parts of their anatomies. Immortality. From the Pittsburg Press. At one of the greatest universities in this country—Harvard—a series of lec tures has been endowed and is now in process of being given on the subject of “Immortality.” It is said that it is a sad sight. Distinguished authorities in various branches of scientific knowledge have come and talked to large audiences of men and women with anxious, tense faces, and in all that the learned men have said there is very little, if any, hope of immortality. Is that really “sad,” or does it just prove that the learned men do not know? No one accepts the verdict of science upon the things that are outside of its domain. It can tell us what family in the fauna of the ancient geological world the present horse comes from, and it can estimate for us the number of light years that our little earth is distant from the nearest star. But it cannot, by searching, find out God. Its views of Him are of about as much importance as are the fire-fly's impressions of man. In short, it can only know the knowable. There are men and women all around us who have a faith in Immortality which is to them the realest thing in the world. Is science sure they are wrong? Herbert Spencer as he was about to die began to admit that possibly, after all, they were right. Duty and morals have nevcj* been adequately explained save upon the God and immortality hypothesis. “This is life eternal, to know God." “old joe”$ whiskey ^ a pleasure, to sell, a ‘ profit to buy always a satisfied customer when he buys "old joe.” al ways a satisfaction when he drinks it. it’s so fine, and pure, and old. i full measure—convenient package moderate price—sold everywhere *‘b & b” atlanta THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF ENSLEY With resources of over a quarter of a million dollars offers to its customers every facility consistent with sound banking. •0>0«0-0-»*0-OK>-0 - O'O-O'O- C I THE ELEGY •■©••■©* o*o«o*o*o-a*o.o.o-o II Q An Immortal Poem Written 0 j in a Country Churchyard. 0 BY THOMAS GRAY. THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day. The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the aid a solemn stillness holds. Save where the beetle' wheels his droning flight • And drow'sy tinklings lull the distant folds; Save that from yonder Ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon com plain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew tree’s shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mold erlng heap, Each in his narrow' cell forever laid. The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw built shed. The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn. No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; Nor children run to lisp their sire’s re turn, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield. Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team a-field! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Bet not ambition mock their useful toll, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’er, And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour— The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud! impute to these the fault, If memory o’er thy tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long drawn aisle and fretted vault. The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust. Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death? Perhaps In this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial Are; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed. Or waked to ecstacy the living lyre. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page. Rich with the spoils of time, did ne’er unroll; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene Tne dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower Is born to blush un seen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampton, that, with daunt- I less breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute, Inglorious Milton, here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his coun try’s blood. Th’ applause of listening senates to com mand, The threats of pain and ruin to despise. To scatter plenty o’er a smiling land. And read their history in a nation s eyes. Their lot forbade; nor circumscribed 1 alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wrade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on man kind. The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of Ingenuous shame. Or heap the shrine of luxury find pride With Incense kindled at the Muse’s flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife. Their sober wishes never learn to stray; Along the cool, sequestered vale of life. They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. * Yet e’en these bones from insult to pro tect. Rome frail memorial still, erected nigh. With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked. Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their names, their years, spelt by the un lettered Muse, y The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. I For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er re* signed. Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look be* hind? On some fond breast the parting soul're* lies, Some pious drops the closing eye re* quires; • E’en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live tlielr wonted Arcs. For thee, who, mindful, of th’ unhonored dead, Dost in those lines their artless tale re* late; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate— Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, “Oft have wo seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dews away. To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. “There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. “Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, ha would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan. like one for lorn. Or crazed with care, or crossed in hope less love. “One morn I missed him on the ’customcd hill. Along the heath, and near his favorite tree; Another came—nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; “The next, with dirges due, in sad array, SIowr through the church-way path we saw’ him borne— Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.” THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame un known; Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sin cere. Heaven did a recompense as largely send; Tie gave to misery all he had—a tear. He gained from ..eaven (’twas all ho wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw’ his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope re pose), The bosom of his Father and his God. ONE ACTOR HE CAN OWN. David Warfield Tender and Most Con siderate of Actors. David Warfield Is so tender and con siderate in the part of Herr Von Barwig In “The Music Master" that many people find themselves wondering what he Is like in real life. It is pleasant to know that Mr. Warfield is as good-ltearted as the old music mnster himself, without being so easily Imposed on. An Instance of this is remembered by a young actor who was In the company with Mr. War field in the old Casino days. The young actor—whose name is known to all play goers now as that of a rising star—was playing a small part In one of the musi cal reviews which were a feature of the Casino eight or nine years ago. He had only a line or two to speak, but in one scene it was his duty to make an elab orate bow to the prima donna as she en tered through a palace arch in the cen ter. In making this obeisance the young actor was for the moment more promi nent than anyone else on the stage. On the opening night when he made his bow he was horrified to hear several snickers in the audience. He knew, therefore, that he was not quite so dig nified and impressive as he would have desired. After the last curtain ns the young fel low was on his way to the dressing room, rather disconsolate. Mr. Warfield stepped up to him. and placing his hand kindly on his shoulder, whispered: "Didn't go exactly right, did It? Pretty near, though. Come over here into my dress ing room, where we can be alone, and we will try it over together.” The young fellow, rather overcome by one of the principals taking so much trouble with an actor who was little more than a super, went delightedly to the dressing room. There, for half an hour, he and Mr. Warfield gravely bowed to each other, with the experienced actor giving points to the novice in just as genfie a manner as he speaks now In "The Music Master." The next night the young fellow bowed so well that the stage manager complimented him after the scene. The young actor, now a star, remarked to Ml'. Belasco a clay or two ago: "David Warfield can have any-, thing I’ve got. He Is one of nature's noblemen." The young star Is not the only person who says that by a great tmuur.