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VOL. I. WHEN BE BELL RINGS. When yo'ze rackin' long cle big road behlne a lively trotter. And yo’ feel yo’ blood a bllin' an’ de axle get tin’ hotter, Fus yo’Yaow yo’ sees a gr’et big sign thess squar bolo’ yo’ eyes, Vo’ze bound ter read hit truly, an' yo’ baln’t a bit s'prize; “Oh, watch out— Forde cars— When de bell rings!” When yo’ hyur dat bell a-ringing, no matter what yo’ flurry, Yo’ bound ter stop and see dat train thess streak by in a hurry, Yo’ hainter gwine ter brashly fling yo’self I across hits track, Yo’zc sho’ ter 'member ever' word wld which dat sign is black. So, watch out— For do cars— When de bell rings! fill strikes me mighty fo’clbly dey's many cases rise When tho’ de sign is sot up plum right squar' befo’ our eyes, We shets'em up and grips de lines and puts our hosses thro', Kase we don't care to tek de time to read what's plain to view, And watch out— For do cars— When de bell rings! 1 tell yo’ folksoa, hit won’t do; dey hain’l no use in talkin’: Dey’s many a crook and turn we And, as down life’s road we’ze walkin’, An’ less we crane our necks eround and keep our eyes blar’d wide, Dey’s sumpen’ sho'ly gwine ter strike us on our blinder side; So watch out— For do cars— When de bell rings. —Browne Perrlman, in Yankee Blade. | | ’|| if m|UV '\ /l* Mfjb, wealthy, was j. \ o^ ' /yjjCi comfort ably *, > supplied with goods of this world; still he had never married. Of frail appearance, which betrayed his poor health, he was be sides disfigured by a nervous affection of the facial muscles, which violently contracted the left side of his face every ten minutes. With such a physique, bow could he aspire to the sweet dream of being loved for himself? He would have been accepted for his money; he was too proud to contemplate such a hypothesis with complacency; for this reason he had spent a solitary life, seeking consolation in study and artis tic pleasures. He became a man of deep erudition, a clever amateur, an enlightened dilettante; still he was aging sadly—not yet fifty years of age, he looked older. His melancholy ex istence, his isolation, which grew hard er to bear as years increased, had bowed his shoulders and whiteneddiis locks before their time. It is necessary to say that Brigannes, conscious of and made unhappy by his ugliness, was not fond of society and had restricted his social circle as much as possible. He preferred to associate with the humble, the resigned hearts, bvuised, like his, by some secret sor row. One of his oldest and best friends was an old maiden lady, Mile. DeVer noL She had not married, not on the score of ugliness—she had been pretty in her youth—but because she was poor. Poverty is a great bugbear to those who go a-marrying. Mile. De- Vemol had long Suffered from her lone ly fate, but had finally accepted the situation. Asa recompense, late in life, Providence sent to this empty soul a tardy maternal obligation. A dis tant cousin of hers had been left an orphan, and penniless, at twelve years of age. “Thou shalt be my daughter,” said Mile. DeVernol to little Jeanne, and she took the child home. The presence of the child brought joy and sunshine into the gloomy home of the old maid. Jeanne was a charming blonde, with diaphanous skin, soft, languorous eyes, affable and affection ate in character, though a trifle nerv ous, and sometimes a little fanciful. Were the joy and gayety which Bri gannes’ home lacked attractive to the old bachelor? Perhaps. The fact was that from the day that the child be came an inmate of her cousin’s home his visits became more frequent. He showed a paternal affection for Jeanne, and was delighted to be with her. She seemed to give him anew interest in life. He was particularly happy so long as she remained a child, but alas! she grew! Soon she was ayoung wom an, and a most charming one. She had kept all the promises of her childhood. Brigannes treated her with more re serve, and his face clouded as of yore. While Mile. DeVernol was alone, her life was a very retired one. In Jeanne’s interest she now renewed her social relations, took her young cousin to her friends, to unpretentious entertain ments and family fetes. At one of these Jeanne met a young engineer, Julien Devicq. He paid attention to the girl, danced with her often, and visited Mile. DeVemol’.s house. He was a handsome, clever fellow, and seemed very much taken with Jeanne. She was disposed to love him, and an understanding was arrived at. Brlg- Urniea expressed no diiifipproval, put his visits became fewer and his face sadder. Jeanne, full of happiness, thought only of Julien Devicq, and wailed impatiently for the day when he should ask officially for her hand. This day did not come. Instead, he paid them a farewell visit, during which he reiterated an expression of his love for Jeanne, and that his dear est wish was to marry her; but, after careful thought and reflection, he did not dare. He had no fortune; Jeanne had not a sou of dowry. To mate their respective poverty was preparing a very uncertain future. He, Julien, was offered a very good position, for immediate acceptance, as superintend ent of an undertaking in South Amer ica. lie was going—perhaps in a few years he would return with a fortune. Then, if Jeanne was still free, and her feelings had not changed, he would be happy to claim her hand. Jeanne and Mile. DeVernol inter preted these words as a final rupture. Julien took his departure. She who had thought herself IPs fiancee shed many bitter tears. Our first disillusion is cruel, the ruin of our first hopes. Brigannes reappeared on the scene, more affectionate than ever. He con soled her to the best cf his ability. “Had Devicq truly loved you, Jeanne,” he said, “he would not have been so calculating. He would have married you without money, finding you rich enough in beauty and virtue.” The girl did not answer, but shook her head sadly. Little by little her tears were dried, the wound was healed. One night her old cousin, after having had a visit from Brigannes, in the course of which they had been closeted for quite a long time, said to Jeanne: “How do you 11 Ice Mr. Brigannes?” “He is a good friend,” answered the girl. “Yes; but as a man, how does he im press you?” “Well, he is not young, and he is not handsome. Why do you ask me?” “O, nothing!” On the morrow Brigannes returned to Mile. DeVernol, and again had a private conference with her, from which he emerged looking broken hearted. Again his visits became few and far between, and when he came he spoke little, and seemed more melan choly than ever. Soon he ceased going to his friend’s altogether, and they soon learned that he was very ill, so 111 that the doctors expressed great anxiety. A subtle disease, whose ravages they could not stay, had taken hold of him. One morning Mile. DeVernol was sent for by Mr. Brigannes. She went alone to the old bachelor. On her re turn she said to Jeanne: “Jeanne, our friend Brigannes has but a short time to live; the physicians have unanimously condemned him. He has commissioned me to ask you if you will marry him on his deathbed. Con sent, and in a few weeks you will be free and wealthy. It is with the ob ject of leaving 1 you his fortune that Brigannes wishes you to become his wife. Besides, by accepting you cheer and sweeten his last moments, for he has long loved yon.” Jeanne reflected a few moments; then she said; “I accept ” She saw in the proposed union the mealns of insuring a happy and com fortable old age to her cousin; perhaps, unconsciously, she also held another thought. Some days later Jeanne be came Mine. Brigannes, was installed at her husband's bedside, and began to fight the dread visitant A sudden im provement took place in the condition of the sick man, due as much to the great happiness he experienced through his union with Jeanne, which pro claimed his heroically concealed love, as to her intelligent and devoted nurs ing. There was something touching in Brigannes’ attitude on his return, to life and health. Full of attentions for his young wife, deferential even, he yielded to all her desires almost with humility. It seemed as though he were excusing himself for not having died, asking for pardon, as though he had behaved dishonorably in the matter of the unexpected prolongation of his ex istence. Jeanne perfectly understood his delicacy of feeling, and responded to it by increased care. She unwearied ly watched over his health, she even persuaded him to consult a specialist on nervous diseases, thanks to whom, the facial contraction from which he suffered was sensibly diminished. In short, she surrounded him with a filial affection and tenderness. Could Brigannes expect more? Could he expect wifely love from a young girl married under such circumstances? Certainly not; and. still, sometimes, he felt restless, uneasy. It was when he had seen a shadow on Jeanne’s face, a little sadness in her beautful eyes. He would then ask himself what regret could haunt her, and tremble lest he might divine it. One evening in society—for Brig annes went into society now, on his wife’s account—Jeanne suddenly felt as though her heart stood still, and she paled as afce gazed at a well-known face. “Is not that young man Mr. Julicn Devicq?” she asked her hostess. “Yes,” was the response, “he is an engineer. He has just returned from America, where he made a large for tune. There is a marriage on the ta pis for him with Mile, de Maules.” “Ah!” Jalien had seen her, however, and came to speak to her. ••Do you know me?” sait| he, “Why cei'tninl)’!" BAY ST. LOUIS, MISS., SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1892. Silence fell between them. Julien continued, in a changed voice: “I congratulate you on your mar' riage to Mr. Brigannes!” “And I,” said she, “congratulate you, on your approaching union with Milo, de Maules.” She could say no more; too many re* membrances of the past stirred within her. She became as white as her handkerchief, and lost consciousness. When she recovered, Julien had disap peared; her husband was with her. She accounted for her faintness on the score of dizziness, and asked to be taken home. The return was silent The incident bad not escaped Brig annes. lie was thoughtful and somber. The next morning a letter was brought to Jeanne; she recognized J ulien’s handwriting, tore it open and read the following: “My marriage with Mile, de Maules Is not yet definitely settled. One word from you, and I will break it off, resolved to wait till you be come a widow tint I may offer you my name. Julien.’ 1 The letter fell from her hands; at this moment Brigannes entered the room, saw her trembling, in tears. He re mained motionless, sadly contempla ting her. Pointing to the letter, she said to him: “Read!” lie obeyed, then seemed to meditate deeply. Finally, he seated himself by his wife, took her hand in his, and said, gravely: “My dear Jeanne. I am not blind to the disparity of our union. When I married you, I believed that, hardly a wife, you would become a widow, and that your marriage would simply have changed your name and your position in life, without imposing on you a companion who was not meant for you. My plan has failed, but 1 will not be the cause of your unhappiness. I saw what took place last evening; all night I pondered over our situation, and I think without waiting for my demise, which, your kind care has retarded, perhaps for several years, you may re cover your liberty. I will be seeming ly guilty of shortcomings toward you, as serious as may be necessary; you may then ask for a divorce, and as 1 will not defend myself, you will ob tain it. I think that this is the way out of our dilemma. What do you think of it?” She 1 ooked at him for a second, dry eyed, her tears dried by the heat of her blushes. Then, nervously, she rose, went swiftly to a writing table, wrote a few lines, and, holding out the paper to her husband: “Here,” she said, “send this answer to Mr. Devlcq." Brigannes took the note and read these words: “Marry Mile.de Maules. I love my husband.” A sad smile played over Brigannes’ features. “Mr. Dcvicq will And it difficult to believe you,” he murmured.' “He will be wrong!” replied Jeanne, “ BEND THIS TO MR. DEVICq.” “for I swear to you that I have writ ten the truth!” He gazed at her astounded. “What!” he cried, “you love me and wish to remain my wife, rather than marry Mr. Devicq, who is young and handsome!” She answered with a sort of feverish vehemence: “I think you handsomer and younger than he!” “How so?” “Because you are good,” she said.— From the French of Louis de Gram mont, by Alma Le Due. Soma Pythagorean Mysteries. Every lover of rare and curious in formation knows that most of the an cients were “dead set” against beans, but no modern unraveler of old-time mysteries knows why. It may be truly said that there are but few philosophers of the present day that “know beans.” Pythagoras admon ished his pupils to “abstain from beans,” but on what grounds no one knows. He was also authority for the. old-time superstition that any sen tence written in bean juice could be seen plainly reproduced on the disk of the moon! Andrew Lang says that the ancient folk lore of beans is a most curious and interesting topic, be cause it seems wholly out of the ques tion that we should ever understand what it was all about. Demeter was the patroness of all fruits and vege tables, but the ancients considered ; t impious to attribute to her the discov ■ ery of the bean. Heraclides, on the authority of Orpheus, declared that beans burled in manure piles forthwith became human beings,-St. kcuis Bo* public, “ FEAXLIiEfiB IN AT.I. THINOB.” THE WEATHER BUREAU. Some Interesting Facts In Regard to This Branch of the Public Service. A visit to the Cotton Exchange in search of weather information discloses tho fact that the old time-worn sign “U. S. Signal Service,” which for so many years has guided the citizens of Memphis, to the dignitary who “keeps the cases” on the blizzards and cold wave*, has given place to a brand new card bearing “U. S. Department of Agriculture, Weather Bureau." Tho transfer of this Bureau from the War Department to the Department of Agriculture, and the change of name from “Signal Service” to “Weather Bu reau” took place on July 1, 1891, and thus all in a day five hundred weather prophets lost the plumes and tinsil of a soldier and became members of the great army of agriculturists. Figuratively speaking they “beat their knives into pruning hooks and their swords into plowshares.” Since the weather has been turned over to the Department of Agriculture a little review of the old Signal Corps may not be out of place. The Signal Corps as a military organization was first suggested prior to the civil war, by Gen. A. .T. Myer, an officer of the United States Army, and at that time connected with the Surgeon General’s office. The difficulty of communicating with the various divisions of an army, especially during an engagement and when the ex igencies of the case required an order be sent with the utmost safety and dis patch, occasioned serious embarrassment at times, and turned the attention of military men to the invention of some method that would overcome the diffi culty, and the result gave birth to the Signal Corps, which has since obtained. Gen. Myer’s plan was to adopt certain principles of telegraphy, as the dots and dashes, to represent the letters of the alphabet, using flags, which were waved to the right to represent a dot and to the left to represent a dash. By this moans it was found perfectly practica ble, in ordinary atmosphere, to commu nicate readily at a distance of ten miles, during the day, and equally satisfactory results were obtained -by the use of torches or colored lights at night. Since Gen. Myer’s time much im provement has been made on this sys tem by the invention of the heliograph and electric light. The heliograph Is ah instrument the principle of which is to communicate by the reflection of sun light from properly arranged mirrors, and has long been in use by the Amer ican Indians, however in a very crude form, and during the Apache campaign in 1885 was used by the United States Signal Corps • successfully at a distance of 125 miles. At the termination of the civil war the system of communicating by the use of signals had attained a very high degree of perfection, its value universally recognized and its future assured with improved results. It was at this time that the work of making daily weather reports, which has become such a prom inent feature of the service, and which has proved so valuable to the public in warning them against possible danger from storm visitations, was placed in charge of the Department. This latter phase was introduced by Prof. C. A. Abbie, in 1808, and the results given to the Cincinnati Merchants’ Exchange and various other similar organizations. His professional labors in this direction met with so much favor and commenda tion from the commercial associations throughout the country that It led to the presentation of a memorial to Con gress embodying his views and praying the support of the general government for the enlargement of the system. The necessary enactment and appropria tion was made and the first daily reports were promulgated, by telegraph, on November 8, 1870. Since the introduction of the work of making these weather reports that branch of the service has steadily grown and expanded almost tq the exclusion of its original military character, volumns of climatic history have been gathered, thousands of dollars worth of property have been saved, and it Is now looked upon and acknowledged to be one of the great and Indispensable branches of governmental service. In the State of Wisconsin alone, on August 34th of this year, $125,000, representing about one third of the cranberry crop of that State, was saved by a prediction of a killing frost. The transfer of ths meteorological portion of the Signal Corps to a civil department has long been under discus sion, and was the natural result of a complete change In the character of its work from that which it was originally intended to perform. It has grown from a military and mechanical to a purely scientific organization and the laws and limitations of the War Department were found to hamper and retard its progress. Under the reorganization Prof. Mark W. Harrington, of Ann Arbor, Mich., was appointed head of the Bureau with the title of Chief of the Weather Bureau. Prof. Harrington is a man eminently fitted for the position, a stu dent of meteorology, associate editor of the American Meteorological Journal and Professor of Astronomy in the Uni versity of Michigan, lu 1870 he acted as astronomical aid to Mr. W. H. Dali, of the United States Coast Survey, in earliest reconaaissanee cpßduotoa in Alaska. Ho studied at the University at Leipsic; in 1876 was appointed Pro fessor of Astronomy and Mathematics in the School of the Chinese office at Pekin. In 1879 be was made Professor of Astronomy and Director of the Ob servatory in tho University of Michigan, which position he held till his appoint ment as Chief of tho Weather Bureau. Prof. Harrington has traveled exten sively, is a prolific writer, well versed in botany, mathematics, astronomy and meteorology and admirably suited to fill the position, and, aided by the civil character of tho Bureau, and in a coun try so admirably adapted for the highest results In this direction, undoubtedly the United States Weather Bureau will come to hold tho first place among the meteorological services of tho world. Since the transfer of the Bureau to the Department of Agriculture many changes have been made and new features added with a view of carrying out the expressed intention of Con gress to especially develop and extend tho work in the interest of agriculture. The circulation of the weather maps has been largely Increased, the daily forecasts telegraphed to places not reached before, State weather service established in various States, and it is the aim and desire of tho administra tion as far as possible to place the cli matological information which has been gathered during the last twenty years, as well as tho latest weather informa tion, before all classes whose interests can in any way be benefited by scientific climatic information or reliable meteoro logical knowledge. The office of the Weather Bureau in Memphis is located in the Cotton Ex change building, whore tho daily weather charts are prepared from the observations taken at 8 a.m. and 8 p.m. at the various stations throughout the United States and Canada. Those ob servations consist of tho temperature at 8 a.m. and 8 p.m., the highest and low est in twenty-four hours, direction and velocity of the wind, state of weather, whether clear, cloudy, raining or snow ing, rain or snowfall, clouds, etc., as well as tho stage of the river at the various cities located on tho navigable rivers. All this is placed on the chart, from which a general synopsis of the weather prevailing at tho time is pre pared, as well as a forecast of the weather to bo expected during the next twenty-four to seventy-two hours. These charts are furnished, free of charge, to business and professional men in Memphis, to postmasters or others in the surrounding towns and cities, who will display them for public benefit and to teachers in tho public schools for tho purpose of instruction in climatology. Tho dail y forecasts are tele graphed to cities and towns, where tho information is made public by the use of flags, showing by their color, shape or position tho probable weather for the ensuing twenty-four hours, the expense of telegraphing being borne by tho Bureau. During tho cotton-growing season, from May to November, daily reports are received from fourteen sub-stations in this district, giving the maximum and minimum temperature and rainfall for the last twenty-four hours as well as a general report of the whole Cotton Belt. This Information is for the es pecial use of those interested in the growing crop, and is used as a basis for estimation of futures. During the en tire year daily readings of the river gauges, at cities on the navigable rivers, are reported, by telegraph, to the Mam phis office for the benefit of those en gaged in river navigation. All this in formation, as well as the result of careful study of tho different climates in the United States, for those desiring a change in the Interest of health, Is on file with this Bureau, and is accessible to the public. The office in Memphis is equipped with a full set of the latest pattern of self-recording instruments for taking meteorological observations, and is un der tho charge of Mr. W. M. Wilson, and visitors are welcome at all times. Any personal inquiries or communica tions on the above subjects, applications for weather charts or telegraphic fore casts will receive attention, and will be furnished as far as the rules of the service will allow and the appropriation permit. An electric clock, made by Mr. James Smith, has been running In the work shop of a Leeds optician since 1840. It has no spring or weight, and only three wheels, which are driven by the pen dulum instead of driving it. Tho motive power is what Mr. Smith calls natural electricity, no cells or battery being used. A brass cylinder, containing a coil of two miles of copper wire, encom passes the lower end of the pendulum, and moves with it backward and for ward over a’magnetlc bar. The original clocjt varied according to situation and season. Mr. Edward Smith, however, has remedied this by means of an in genious automatic regulator, which is described as “a kind of miniature electric railway, over which two tiny cars are propelled with surprising precision, operating on positive and negative cur rents so slight in their nature as to be almost imperceptible to tho •touch.” The delicate mechanism of tho stom ach contains 5,000,000 minute glands that Wf constantly ptovotlng gMtrie Julgo, TERMS: tl.oo Per Annum in Advance. YOUR LOCAL NEWSPAPER. Why It Should Be Supported In I’refer. ence to the City Weekly. Asa factor in the progress, develop ment and prosperity of a communit.v, large or small, the newspaper, properly conducted, is a potent influence which is frequently unappreciated and under valued. In the scope of its advantages each individual member of the com munity becomes a recipient in the re sult of its general benefits. No other human influence exercises the tremend ous power which is and can bo wielded by a free and untrammeled press for tbeaccomplislunentof any good purpose, being greater than public opinion or sentiment, which it so largely creates. The influence of the local press of a commmunity is so overshadowing any other power that the use of its columns, advertising, as they do to the world, the social and commercial events of a town, city and county, should be very care fully considered in its relation to the community of which it is the mouth piece.' It has happened, unfortunately for some communities, that at times they have had newspapers in their midst which have been so sensational, so un reliable, or so miserably managed as to have been rather a drawback to the pro gress of their locality than otherwise, and a reproach, if not an insult, to the intelligence of their constituency. Far better would it have been for the peo ple had such papers died when a-born ing. The publisher of a newspaper, if ap prehending the dignity and importance of his position, should feel conscious of the grave responsibility of moulding public opinion—raakingcharacter, shap ing and directing its destiny, for the weal or w r oe of society. Alas! too many lose sight of this essential feature, and in their greed for filthy lucre vitiate public taste, debauch moral sentiment, induce a morbid hungering for a certain kind of sensational reading, and then supply the demand they have so indus triously labored to create, thus ignoring all moral responsibility. This is called enterprise! This same class of papers will lift their hands in holy horror, ap palled at the spread of crime, which themselves have indirectly fostered. But we did not intend to moralize. Bringing the paper question home to you, dear reader, we will say that it has two sides to it—a mutual relationship the one to the other. In one sense, the press makes the people and the people make the press, just what each are. If your local paper, from any fault in its character, is not a fit representative of the people, starve it to death; strangle it; knock it in the head; put yourself and it out of misery, and don't be long about it! Don’t suffer it to drag along in a sickly, unprofitable existence to the detriment of your town and county. If it is an upright, sterling sheet, with an ambition to dare and do all in its power for the moral elevation and pecuniary prosperity of the people, then give it an ungrudging, liberal support in subscrip tion, advertising, job work and kind words, (don't rely too much on the latter, however, for neither the paper warehouse nor the storekeeper will take them in exchange for necessaries,) and thus encourage it todo better and better. There are few publishers who will not take neart thereby, have their ambition stimulated and make their readers a better paper. The man who does not take his local paper and does not read, or care to know what is going on around him in this wide-awake age of progress, should gather up his traps and “hike out” to some other country and give room for a better citizen. He is no better than a warty knot on a tree— neither useful nor ornamental among mankind. The good-meaning but kind hearted citizen will say, “Oh, I can get the Weekly So-and-So for a dollar a year!'’ Yes, and withoutdisparagementto those papers, let us say that they are as big as a bedspread with type so small that it is little satisfaction to real them. The weekly made up from a city daily doesn't cost as much to get it up as does the country paper. Being a practi cal newspaper man, familiar with every department of a city daily, we know ex actly what we are talking about. Do they give you local news or advocate your local interests? Is your town or county benefltted directly by them? Are they interested in you, personally? Yes; just one dollar on subscription! Take your local piyjer first; take others if you are able; read, read! but support your home paper.— Obion (Tenn.) Courier. We have seen a recent statement to the effect that white oats contain more nutriment than black oats, and should always be chosen for feeding horses. The only difference lies in the fact that the black oats have a little thicker husk, sufficient to make a difference of perhaps five per cent in the feeding value. A horse cannot be well fed tor less than 30 cents per day. This makes a pretty heavy drain on the farmer who carries three or four idle head through a long winter. If these were brood mares, all raising good colts to pay their way, it would not be so bad. One way in which good stock of all kinds is of the most decided value is that it in creases the owner’s Interest in it. A man will look after gocd stock more carefully than aftoralot of wvubs, NO. 7.