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CARDS-PROFESSIONAL, It.
GEO. F. WEBB,
Attorney at Law,
Offloa la tha Butler BalUlag, Liberty,
aVastt Ceaaty, Ulu. il-t-M
D. C. BRAMLETT,
litaj ul tair il li
WOODVILLB, WML
Will practice la all tke Ooarta af
amitc and adjoining counties, Bad la tat
Supreme Court at Jackson. ML
THEO. McKNIQHT,
Attorney at Law,
SUMMIT, MISS.
Will praotloa in all tha Ooarts a(
Flka and adjoining oouatles, and li
tba Suprania and Federal Courts at
JaokioB.
J. R. QALTNEY,
Attorney at Law,
i LIBERTY, MISS.
All builnets confided to ala eara will
lacel ro prompt atteution.
E. H. RATCLIFP, -
Attorney at Law,
i 6L0STEB, MISS.
Will praetk la all tka Ctrm 4
Aalte and adjoining countlea aaa 1b tatf
apraaaa Court at Jaoksoa. la-M,
B. n. RaTL'LIFF, W. H. WlLKIHiOB,
1 Olosler, Miss. Gloiter, ills.
RMLIFF&WILRM,
Attorneys-at-Law
LIBERTY. MISS.
Will practice 1b all tbaoourtaof Ainlta
aid adjolnlBff oountiea and In tha 8u
krana Court at Jaekioa.
WILL A. PARSONS,
Attorney-atLaw,
QLOSTER, i : . : i MISSISSIPPI,
Will practice in the courts of AmiM
and adjoining oountics, in both criminal
ltd civil cases, and in the Supremi
Court
Office in the rear of Ratcltff's drugstore,
UKHSsak.
t Louis, Missouri.
W.H-McDOWKLU i ! At-
Amite County. Miss.
HOTEL
And Livery Stable
LIBERTY, MISS.
Tha undersigned begs to announce
that the is mow prepared to receivt
boarders and entertain the traveling
public, tare the best the market af
lords. She is also prepared to meet tb
ants of thn nuhliu In tha n7 nf feed'
lag stabling and grooming stock which
ue entristea to ier care, unargei
reasonable. Give me a trial.
flRS. V. V. WEBB.
THIS PAPER IS ON FILE
IN CHIHAr.O
ass NEW YORK
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: A Midnight Encounter.!
VERNAL CllOtCfi t,s a pretty and
commodious villa, and ltovecot
lara a select and salubrious suburb. To
Uie happiness of Mr. and .Mrs. Manner
reen lately made almost conmlpte hv
the arrival of the veriest eherub tha't
ever rums down from Heave n there
were but two drawbacks, The first was
of Maurice's making. He had a ridic
ulous fad about gas fittings. He be-
ueiea mem to le in a chronic state of
leakiness. lie told his long-suffering
w ife almost daily that more pas waped
throuph unsuspected cracks and defec
tive joints than served to illuminate the
coy rooms of Vernal Choice.
Mrs. Maurice Cireeu's buirbear was
burplars. Nothingcould shake hereon-
iction that when a burplar took his
'dark suburban way" his objective
would be by decree of fate. Vernal
Choice. Thus it came to ria-w. that
nightly, while Maurice was turning off
the pas ot the meter he would on no
account allow anyone else to do it, us
pas is such a fickle thiiiL'"-his little
wife was on her kneei In the bedroom,
not, as mipht be supposed, saying her
prayers though she made the same
kneeling serve both purposes but tim
idly peering under the flowered terra
cotta valances for the burglar that never
came.
Sometimes it would happen that the
pas popped out Just as she was in tlio
net of raising the curtain that mipht
reveal the tragedy of her life, and then.
with a little scream, she would seek the
matches she never could put her hand
readily on the matches--and light the
delientely shaded candle on the dressi
ng table, ere proceeding with her
search and her devotions. At such
imes, when Maurice ascended from the
underground regions, where the pas
meter meted out Its dole, to the com
pany of his wife above stairs, she would
rate him, right soundly for so gentle a
ttle body, for w hat she stvlcd his "ab
surd fad" about turninp the pasff.
"What do a few extra feet of gas sig
nify, when three precious lives might
some night be sacrificed for lack of a
ight?" she would exclaim, with as
much dramatic fervor as if she had been
before a row of footlights and a crowded
pit, Instead of a blue-tinted corrugated
candle and a mildly scornful husband.
When. Maurice wished to be wither
ng, he was always studiously allitera
tive in his choice of words. He never
failed to pooh pooh the burglar notion,
lie said it was "the merest moonshine,"
!nd that there were "crowds of cost
lier cribs to crack than Vernal Choice,
you bed"
Mrs. (ireen, as a rule, deigned no an
swer. She hated slang, and wondered
how o man of Maurice's sense except
upon the meter question could stoop
to its use. She generally refrained
from saying so, however, like the sensi
ble little woman she was, and, resigned
ly iilling the baby's feeding bottle, and
in king the little cherub with sundry
Toomngs in its bedside cot retired for
the night, leaving Maurice to blow out
the corrugated candle.
It was winter, and It was midnight.
Nfaurice had a cold, and so had the
baby. The "little cherub," in fact, hnd
a "touch of bronchitis," and his hard
breathing as he slumbered restlessly
In his little cot, plainly testified the fact
through the darkness.
'I wonder," murmured Mrs. Green,
as she lay listening to the troubled
breathing of the child on the one hnnd.
and the influenza snore of her husband
on the other "I wonder If the little
pet is warm enough. I'm anxious about
his little chest, bless him! I'd take him
into my bed, only Maurice doesn't like
It. The little fellow kicks the clothes
oft so! What could I do to prevent
him from taking cold afresh? Happy
.thought! there's that little woolen
wran in the spare bedroom. It's either
In the middle drawer of the dressing
table or in the wardrobe, I know.
"Poor Maurice! he would willingly
go and find it for me, but I wouldn't
disturb him to-night for the world
I'm glad I succeeded in persuading him
to Bleep in his dressing jacket. Those
nasty influenza colds need care, and
I'm so apt to uncover him in reaching
over to babv. I'll slip into the next
room myself."
Thus soliloquizing she quietly got out
of bed for where baby came in fear
flew out pushed the turned back bed
clothes gently against her husband's
back so that he would not miss her,
and proceeded to feel for the matches
The little receptacle at the bed bead
was empty. Not a match! "Oh, dear,
dear, why w ill Maurice insist upon turn
Inn the pas off at the meter, especia
when the baby is unwell?" she sighed,
as she slipped into her dressing gow n
which fortunately was hanging on the
brass knob at the foot of the bed.
Slippers she could not find. Nil des
perandum! She knew to a foot where
the wrap was, or at least she thought
she did, and she would know it the mo
ment she laid a finger on it. The lit
tle cherub in the cot coughed in a chok
ing manner. Light or no light the wrap
must be found, and, without further
delay, the little mother walked ginger
ly into the next room.
No one could fail to find the wardrobe,
as it was the first article of furniture
encountered on entering the room.
When its door opened it was possible to
view one's self from the bedroom door,
for it consisted of a three-quarter length
mirror in which Mrs. Green was wont
to inspect the "hang" of her latest cos
tutae. .
"I'm almost sure it's in the dressing
table drawer," mused Mrs. Green, grow
ing accustomed to the darkness, and as-,
sisted by a suspicion of moonlight that
shed a pale, uncertain light both
through the skylight on the landing
and the window opposite the wardrobe.
Acting upon this, though she Ignored
t hf w rtl rob "r f bf pr"ep t.herr(rc
LIBERTY, MISSISSIPPI, FRIDAY,
Ihe room to the dressing table, and
after sundry clicking of little brass
handles, and tentative pulls at wrong
drawers, at last opened the right one,
but faiW to feel the wrap.
"It tnust be in the wardrobe after ail,"
ihe thought, nd, accordingly, closed
the drawer with some noise, tripped
across the dark room, opened the ward
robe door with some difficulty, and
buried herself In Its spacious recesses.
Maurice was a heavy tVelier, and.
consequently, apt to be a bit bemud
ded on first awakemnp more especial
ly in the dark. On this particular night,
after apparently dreaming for a full
fortnight of "excursions and alarums,"
he awoke with a violent start. The
room, to him, was pitch dark. There
as not even the suspicion of moonlight
on this side of the house. Besides, the
blinds were down. He sat up, every
nerve and sinew taut now. He was
fully awake.
By jingo," he breathed, and he felt
the cold sweat start to his brow, "she
was right. They've come!" He put
out his hand to wake his wife, ile felt
hT form under the bulging bed clothes
at his side. He could hear the
baby breathing huskily. There was
only one other person in that houue un
accounted for. That was" the little
servant maid. But why should slie be
trying drawers in the spare bedroom?
No, they had come after all. Mrs. Green
was right. It was burglars.
Maurice withdrew his hand, which
rested on the hillock by his side, with
the thought: "I'll not waken her, poor
soul. She'd be scared to death. I'll
know the worst first." So thinking, and
with a sort of infatuation which was
perhaps bravery to get a glimpse of
the marauder, he stole out of bed, but
toned up bis dressing-jacket, took the
little bedside chair bv the back. and.
thus nrmcd, li is heart beating like a
muffled drum, stealthily turned the
corner between the two rooms.
A faint light came tht juph the land
ing skylight. Heavens! the villain was
at the other end of the room, right op
posite the door. What he was doing
he could not make out, for he looked
like a man seen through a mist. The
wretch! Just then the draught along
tho landing took Maurice shrewdly on
the bare legs. The influenza asserted
itself. He fought against it desperate
ly for a moment. It but nuemented
tho force, of the explosion. Like a
thunderclap he sneezed.
There was a muffled exclamation in
the room. Maurice rushed forward
with uplifted chair. The burglar, too,
had a chair, and was making at him
with equal fury. Crash! The house
seemed to have fallen. There was a
fearful clatter of falling glass, a pierc-
ng shriek, the sound of a body falling
on tho lloor, and all was still, but for
the wail of the frightened bnbe In the
room he had left.
What hnd he done? He kneeled
down, careless of the broken glass, and
his hand rested on a bare foot. Sick
with apprehension, he groped else
where, and encountered a plaited head
and a few curling pins. "A mutch!
a match! My kingdom for a match!"
he would doubtless have said, had he
not been so terribly upRet.
Just then a rectangle of light ap
peared and increased until, pnle and
trembling, stood the little maid In the
doorway, n farthing dip in her hnnd,
nmnzed to see the following tableau
vivant: A wardrobe door, swinging
upon Its hinges, with its long mirror
smashed to fragments; a chair, with
a broken leg, lying close by; a horrid
man in a night shirt and dressing jack
et, kneeling at the feet of a prostrate
woman in a dead faint, a dressing gown
and plaits, who was none other than
the horrified man's wife.
Maurice Green never turns the gas
off at the meter now, except when he
takes his wife and family away for the
summer holiday. Mrs. Green still
looks under the bed for possible bur
plars before retiring for the night, but
Maurice lias never dared to chaff her
since he mistook his own fnint reflec
tion in the wardrobe mirror for a des
perate burglar. Tit-Bits.
He Was Alive.
The grenadiers of the famous "Old
Guard" will never be forgotten in
France ns long as the memory of brave
men shall live in the national heart.
But some of them, at least, were as
bright as they were brave, as the fol
lowing trustworthy anecdote bears wit
ness; One fine morning, after peace had
been concluded between France and
Russia, the two emperors, Napoleon
and Alexander, were taking a short
walk, arm in arm, around the palace
park at F.rf urt. As they approached the
sentinel, who stood at the foot of the
grand staircase, the man, who was a
grenadier of the guard, presented arms.
The emperor of France turned, ana
pointing with pride to a great sear
that divided the grenadier s taee, sain:
"What do you think, my brother, of
soldiers who can survive such wounds
as that?"
"And vmi." answered Alexander,
"what do vou think of soldiers who can
Inflict them?"
Without Rtirring an inch from his po
sition, or changing the expression of
his face in the least, the stern old grena
dier himself replied, gravely:
"The man who did it is dead."
Youth's Companion.
A Spnr.
"Bailiff," said" a western judge one
dnv to a,n officer in charge of tne jury,
"will you please Inform the jury there
will be a horse race in Merrick's field at
three o'clock?
The jury had been out for 48 hours,
but in less than 30 minutes they came
into court with a verdict. Tit-Bits.
Delicate Proposal.
ShePerfectly lorely club; isn'tlt?
jjc Are you a member?
"No; only married women are eligi
"Ah! Would volt allow ine to mak
you eligible to membershipf'VP"!
OLD MACK AND 3C
Tba Sago of Rocky Creek and Els
Varmint Dog.
A Fartoaa ?iat la tlic Old Sprtos
Oraach Da Cats Have Mm.
Live. f Aa Alabama
Lie
When I was only what you mought
call a shirt waist boy I used to have a
famous fine dog
w hich I called his
name Mack. He
was about one
third hound and
one-third cur, and
know, and as Tony
-.s. etringer were ai-
ways wont to say,
y the other third was
"jest dog." And my
old dog Mack he was a great and furi
ous hunter. Ue was good for possum
and coon aud other wild varmints, and
particular rough on cats.
One Saturday evenin along in the fall
of the year me end Mack put out, we
did, and went off down the old spring
branch for a rabbit hunt. We didn't go
so very far before 1 heard the dog squall
am then gooff on a red-hot trail. 1 fol
lowed the music as fast us I could and
1 was right clost in behind the chase
when Mack put his meat up a tree. But
it want a rabbit, it want a possum and
it want no coon. It was a cat a big
ring-streaked and striped scoundrel
beast but only a plain house cat. And
that want all. It was the old lady
Stoudcniire's pet cat, aud she was liv
in then jest over the creek a mile and
a half, or maybe a little better, from
our bouse.
Through a Cold Sweat.
With the wild and wayward nature
of a boy, nothin would do then but I
must clam that tree and make the cat
jump out and let my dog Mack put the
final fixments of death upon him. No
body couldn't see us, and nobody
wouldn't never know it. There was
only jest us two Mack and me and
Mack couldn't tell no atories out of
school if he wanted to.
By this time ine and my dog to
gether had caught and killed most
everything thut ranged the woods
except a ring-streaked and striped
house cat. In the main time the old
people had told me more than oncst
that a cat had nine lives, which of
course I only believed my pro rata share
of that.
So consequentially I cut me a des
perate and warlike hickory stick and
up that tree I went. I bullragged and
crowded the cat till presently she
bunched her feet and made a dark
streak through the native air. When
she hit the ground old Mack he was
right there with her. The committee on
credentials had mrfde their report and
the convention was now ready for busi
ness. I hurriedly backed down out of
the tree so as to get in on the ground
floor and witness the proceedins.
Well, old Mack and the cat they hnd
it up and down and over and under
whilst the blood spurted and the fur
flew like dust and dead leaves in a
whirlwind. For a little while it was
hard to tell for certain who would and
who wouldn't who could and who
couldn't. Sometimes it seems to me
ns if the cat would take the chips, and
sometimes It would look like old Mack
held four aces, with flushes barred.
As time wore off and the fight went
on fast and furious 1 got monstrmis
sick and tired of the job. I was rnley
sorry then that me and Mack had ever
opened the pot, but bein as we had got
into the game I felt like we must win
out, or die. Oncst in awhile, from all
the general signs and nppcarments of
the case, I would think old Mack had
killed the cat. But, dadblame her, she
wouldn't stay dead. She would mtch
her breath and come again, and every
time she riz a squallin and fightln to
beat six bits. I thought in my soul it
must be true about a cat havin nine
lives, and maybe more than that.
Boy like and fool like I wept and
prayed in fear and tremblin which
I do reckon I prayed the most out-
prayinest prayer that a white boy ever
sent up to the throne of grace praym
the good Lord to help old Mack ana
let him whip that fight and kill the
cat, if He thought that would be lair,
or at any rates not to help the cat any
to speak of. But I still had my doubts
as to who would take the gate money
and so finally at last I thought about
my warlike stick which 1 took that
and waded Into the fight. By-and-by
me and Mack win out ahead and put
the cold and everlastin fixments on the
cat.
In the general scrap and scrimmage
old Mack had lost one eye, whilst he
got a swallow fork In his right ear aad
anunderbitinhis left which the same
I had to explain when I returned back
home. But to a boy of my general
shape and talents explanations come as
natural and easy as fallin oft of a wet
leg. All I had to do was to make a tre-
mendius big mammy coon out of old
Mises Stoudenmire's house cat, and
oncst more all was lovely at the con
fluence of the streams.
A JHebt ol Terrors.
That night was my regular time to
go over the creek and see Aunt Liza
Baiborn. As usual wnen Deatime
come she took me out in the little shed
room which she kept for us boys and
tucked me away for the night. But
to save my life I coulda't sleep narry
blessed lick for thinkin about old
Misea Stoudenmire'a ring-streaked and
striped cat, whdeh me and Mack had
left for dead down in the spring
branch. I knowed tremendius well
that me and the dog together had
whipped the fight and killed the cat,
but I didn't know for jcertain that she
would star dead and remain there.
I had some monstrous serious and
chilly doubts in regards to that, Every
tim )ct W CMld u'W Cit
JULY 30, 1897.
scream, and see the blood spurt and
the fur fly.
Before midnight I do reckon I had
went through with everything in the
way of mortal pain and sufferin, from a
cold sweat to a buvk nger, and from a
nightmare to a dead faint. And then 1
felt like I couldn't stand it no longer.
Under the painful circumference of the
awful surroundins, I couldn't think of
anything better for me to do than to
take a rale bad case of the earache. 1
had traveled the road before and I
knowed good and well that nothin
would touch Aunt Liza's heart so quick
and deep as the moan land groans of a
sufferin boy. She will strike a light,
says I to myself, and come and work
with me and wait on me till the spell
passes off.
And so she did. When she heard my
moans and groans and sobs and sighs,
she struck a light and here she cornea.
With laudanum and warm water, and
sperits of turpentine and hot flannels,
she doctored me through the dark and
weary hours of the night. But I
didn't have any serious notion of stay
in out there in that shed room by my
lone self, and so instid of the usual
speedy recovery, gradually by degrees
I got worse and worse. When at last
daylight come so Aunt Liza could go
out and find a live Betsy bug, pull its
head off and let the onlyest drop of
blood fall lu my ear, my sufferin yield
ed to the treatment and I got well.
Now then, so fur as I know, old Mises
Stoudenmire's ring - streaked and
striped cat is dead till yet. My old dog
Mack lived on through many years, a
holy terror to every wild varmint that
ranged the woods. But as for me and
him, one house cat was a large and
gracious plenty.
Only a Freak of Natare.
"Jest between us gals, as it were.
Ilufc, there are but blame few things
in this world which I know for cer
tain. But if I have to tell it on my
own trillin self, I do know a most
bellutious plenty about two or three
things men and horses amongst the
rest. Now I would love for some of
these durn literary fellers that have
went off to school and picked up a lit
tle smatterin of everything, to tell me
why it is that a man like Andy Lucas
can stick to the cold facts all along the
line till it comes to horses, and then
couldn't tell the truth with a dead
est.
"The hands and the stock bein tre
mendius busy layin by cowi, I had cut
me a fast three-year-old walkin Btick
nnd lit out and went over to spend the
day with my old friend and fellow serv
ant, Bunk Wcatherford. And when he
branched off on the freaks of human
nature I told him he would have to
come at me with somcthin a little more
easier.
You must recollect, Rufc, that I was
swappin horses often and on, more or
less, before Andy Lucas was ever
borned nnd brung forth Into this world.
Horse tradin ain't my rcglnr business,
you understand, nnd I don't make no
sulfurious big brags about what I can
do in those regards. But it gives me a
eomln appetite to spit when 1 sec a man
like Andy, which mukes it his busi
ness to trade, and trade for the stuff
he can squeeze out of It, tryin to throw
sand in my eyes and do the swnppin
for both of us. I may have all the
marks and appearmenta of a native
born idiot, and I may have my lucid
Intervals, as' the doctors call em, but
I'll be dadburncd if I have ever yet saw
the day when 1 was fool enough to let
Andy Lucas swap my horse for Ins,
without my know ledge or consent, and
me not even lookin on when ho made
the trade.
An Alnkama Lie.
"Oncst upon a time seven years ago
this summer Andy made his urst pass
at me for a horse trade, and 1 didn't
do a blessed thing but stand there with
my finger in my mouth and let turn
swap the very socks ofen me, as it were.
He was ridin of a big high-hcadca sor
rel horse and I had a good plug of a
mule, both of which hud shed their
baby teeth many yearn before. I didn't
have but precious little to say about the
mule from the Blmple tact that sna.
hadn't been lookin to me for her corn
end fodder but a few days and 1 didn't
know much to tell.
' "There's the mule, Andy, and if we
trade you must take her like the hair
stands,' says I.
"But from the way Andy talkea a
straneer couldn t tell but what he had
raised the Borrel from a colt. Natural
ly I bad to put a little salt on his ram-
blin remarks, but he looked me so full
nnd straight in the face till I thought
ho mought by mere accident tell me
the truth somewheres along the line.
But in less than three days it come to
pass that Andy hadn't told me a blame
thinir about the horse which was so. I
rlidn't srU him no ouestions and he
didn't have to tell me no lies. He had
done it from the force of habit or a
freak of nature and I can't say which.
"Amongst other things Andy told me
and lowed he would kiss the Bible on
it that the big sorrel was the bulliest
plow horse that ever peeped through a
collar, and that he had been pullin a
22-inch Alabama sweep for three weeks
hand runnin which in the fullness of
time that turned out to be the 22-inch
Alabama lie.
"That was along In the last days of
June and I was in a scandalous big
push to scrape through my corn for the
last time. Well, the big sorrel was now
foragin in my lot, and I lowed he
mought as well be lookin through a set
of plow gear for me. Bo consequential
ly I hooked him up and swung him in
the next mornin. He helt out till about
noon and then turned up with a roarin
bad case of the thumps. From that he
went slap to pieces and waa dead on his
legs for two weeks.
"What did I do? What could I do, but
stand vtill and take my medicine like
a man? But from then on I didn't do a
continential thing to the big sorrel but
feed him on trresn stuff and pile up Kift
M H bl pntiH. h tl) Ifiri'Hj llm 1
waa settin for Andy and every time he
would ask me about the big sorrel I re
sponded back that the big sorrel want
goue nowherea.
"Along in the first cool daya of Sep
tember 1 went to town one Saturday.
The big sorrel was lookin' to be in fine
fix, and the minut Andy clapped eyea
on him I could see that my time had
come to win out eteu. I let on like I
didn't have my tradin stock with me
that day, but Andy wanted the big
sorreL. . He followed me around town
and then followed me half way home.
At last he got my horse and I got a tol
erable good plug mule and six dollars
'twas all he had to boot. Andy then
lit out to make a three-days' trip over
in the hill country, and when he re
turned back home the big aorrel waa
thin in flesh and dead on his legs oncst
more.. In the next place Andy had to
sell him to a poor truvelin preacher for
$20 on a credit, and in less than a month
he waa aa dead aa they ever make 'em.
"Anyhow, Eufe, I am even now. In
fact, I ruther think I am ahead of tha
game. And I do hope and trust by
this time Andy Lucas has got forgive
ness for that 22-inch Alabama lie."
Settlement News.
Jul Nabors and his wife have got
one of the onlyest boys In the settle
ment which they call his name Dan.
Somebody told Dan if he would swal
low a few fish bladders it wouldn t be
no trouble for him to swim. Jule
he went fishing the other day and
caught a fine string; cat and perch and
suckers and Dan didn t do a blame
thing but sail In and swallow 15 fish
bladders, fresh and raw.
They sent for the doctor that night.
Jule thinks his boy Dan will recover
in health, though he is still feeble in
mind. Dan says if he ever gets up
from there he will tackle the biggest
and deepest wash hole on the creek. I
ruther hope he will. Then fish blad
ders wouldn't save him from a watery
grave.
RUFUS SANDERS.
MUSTAPHA GOES TO SCHOOL.
CurloD. Procession That Attend.
Moorish D07 on Bc First Oar. .
Copyright. ISSfJ.
Until Mustafa waa five years old,
he had lived with his mamma, with
the two other wives and with their
black slaves and attendants, in the
harem, or woman's part, of his father's1
big house in Tangier.
We would hurdly call it a house at
all, since It is all out of doors. Build
a high wall on four sides of a square
and a two-story piazza all round the
square on the inside, and you have a
pretty fair idea of a Moorish house,
The high wall keeps the wind away
and the sun shines down into the
square court where the fountain plays
all day long, and the birds splash their
wings In the spray, flinging It over the
beautiful tiled floor, aud tne orange
trees scent the air; so that it is not
such an unpleasant place after all,
When it was cold or rainy, Mustafa,
like everyone" else in the house, simply
put on more clothing, so that he looked
like a small round ball of cloth, with a
baby head peering out of the folds at
the top.
Mustafa was a pure-blooded Moor, as
proud of his long line of ancestors aa
any American or European ooy couia
be. And as none of these ancestors
hnd ever been negroes or, indeed, any
thing but Moors, he was as white and
fair of complexion aa any boy with
black hair ever is in any country. His
sisters had beautiful fair faces, too,
but because they were girls their linger
noils were already, at three and four
years old, dyed red; and their hair was
colored with henna so tnat it was
rich golden brown.
But Mustafa El Hadrl, son of Mus
tafa, was not to see so much of his sis'
ters hereafter, for he was now five
years old and the time had come when,
bv old Moorish custom, he was to go to
school. Bv old custom, too, the first
day in school was made a great cele
bration. It was quite an impressive
day to Mustafa, and one that he will
lonff remember.
Early In the morning he was arrayed
in his finest gelaba, or hoociea rone,
and after a breakfast of coffee, sweet
biscuits and dates was lifted to the
back of a splendidly ornamented horse,
whose embroidered saddle cloth almost
swept the ground. Quite a little pro
cession was then formed. A number
of the sultan's soldiers had been hired
for the ceremony, and they, too, were
all dressed in their best clean white
powns and turbans. A few of the sol
diers led the procession; Mustafa came
next, his fat little legs sticking straight
out on each side, his pudgy fists grasp-
inp the hiph pommel of the saddle,
which was covered in the Moorish
fashion with red cloth. Behind, in
long line for the street was narrow-
came Mustafa's father and a large nun
bcr of his friends, the principal mer
chants nnd officers of the town. The
rest of the soldiers brought up the
rear.
In this order Mustafa and his escort
rode through all the principal streets
of the town, everyone singing and
shouting at the top of his voice. Final
ly they came to the great open market
place just outeide the southern gate of
the town, and there the soldiers drew
up in two long lines and had a noisy
sham battle, spurring their norses who
ly toward each other, shouting fierce
cries and firlne their guns with reck
less waste of powder. Finally the
whole procession drew up at the door of
the school, adjoining a mosque, ano
Mustafa was lifted down from his horse
and taken in.
After that day Mustafa went to school
in very much the same way as other
boys do, but be did not have the same
lessons that American boys learn. He
seems to have spent most of his time
sitting cross-legged flaton thefloor and
singing the verses of the Koran till he
had learnt many of them by heart; but
tu Christian is ever allowed to go
into a Mohammedan school. It is not
my to r-ny what.?! ' w J HOt'tavtjbl
1 HlMt,
NO. 1G. ,
A LEAF FROM TURK HISTORY.
Tha Untie Strassla Asala.t the
Tarka la 121.
Seventy years ago Greece ha1 a fa
more terrible baptism of fire than sba
experiencing now, and her independ
ence waa plucked from a most desper
ate situation. It was. In fact, the re-
ult of the arrogance of the Turk
after they bad overrun all Greet and
captured Athena. The Greek war for
freedom broke out In 1S21, and in the
Peloponnesus the Insurgents wens so
successful that independence was de
clared in the following year. In strong
contrast with the strategy of the pres
ent struggle, the Greek fleets of that
day, commanded by Canaria and
Miaulia, destroyed many Turkish ships.
In vengeance for disasters sustained
at sea the Tvrka massacred the inhub
itanta of the islands of Chios, Kasoa Bad
Psara. A fear that , the Turks would
destroy the towns captured during the '
last month, and bombard their inhab
itants, has doubtless restrained the
Greek fleet during this war. In 1824
the sultan called the Egyptians to his
aid, and the Greeks were soon reduced
to extremities.
Far more thrilling and terrible were
the events of that period, whenGeorga-
kas, penned in a monastery, blew up
the building, killing himself and fol
lowers, and a thousand Turks as well.
There was no pretense then ot Turk
ish forbearance. The Greek patriarch
at Constastlnople was hanged at tha
gate, ot hia palace, with an faster illy
in hia hand, and Christian families
were alaughtered in every quarter of
the city. On the Wand of Psara oc
curred the blowing up ot the monas
tery of St. Nikaloas, The gates were
opened by tEe thousand atarvlng men
nd women, and when 4,000 Moslems
had swarmed in besiegers snd besieged
alike were killed by the explosion ot
the mine that had been laid. At Mia
solonghi women dressed as men, with
children strapped to their backs, joined
band of 1,800 and cut their way
through the Turkish army investing
the place, leaving 5,000 dead behind.
But the most devoted heroism failed to
turn the tide of defeat, and Athens,
ith the Acropolis, which was last to
full, ps-weil into the possession of th
Turkish army. s
It was at thia point that the sultan'l
haughty pride in his complete conquest
yielded to Greece indirectly what she
had failed to secure by every conceiv
able self-sacrifice. The powers of Eu
rope had not been entirely indifferent
to the sufferings ot Greece, and the
English people especially were stirred
by indignation. In July, 1827, a
protocol was signed at London by Bus-
ia and France, in which it was agreed .
that if the Turkish government, within
month, did not consent to a truce, the
three powers wonld recognize the In
dependence of Greece. Turkey was in
no humor to concede that it was not In
vincible, and the Turkish fleet ventured
to fire on the ships of the powers. In
the ensuing general battle in the bay
of Navarino the allied fleets completely
wiped out the Turks, who lost in that
memorable sea fight not less than 8,000
men. Modern Greece dates from that
October day In 182T. Perhaps the pres-
nt sultan will avoid the mistake of bia
predecessor, but his armies hare sud
denly acquired a tremendous idea ol
their superiority. Bt. Louis Ulobe
Democrat, . rall.fnl of Eleetrle Llht.
To light a six-room house for one dol
lar a month by means of an elect rlo
mixture, which can be sold around the
streets in rubber palls as a milkman de
livers milk, is what John F. Magner, a
deputy sheriff of Mill Valley, Cal., saya
he can do. Magner is an electrician, and
two yenrt ago, while trying to find a
method of running an electric elevator
by a battery instead of- a motor, the
idea came to him to get an arc light out
of a battery. He experimented, and,
two months ago, produced the light.
Then, trying to Increase the light by in
creasing the solution, he lost it, only
to find it later. He uses four celle, pro- -
ducing about five volts each. In each
ell are two poles of carbon and zinc.
Other batteries differ in this respect by
having but one pole to each cell. The
results, however, art produced by the
solution, which, of course, is secret.
San Francisco Call.
dnalltle. of a flank Presides.
There ia no single sympathy, no ac
complishment, no physical advantage,-
whlch may not contribute to the suc
cess of the head of a bank. The friends
he made at college a generation back,
his associations at the club, on bis va
cation, even in his church, are factors
used with consummate skill and the na
tive courtesy which characterizes the
higher types of successful business
men. There is no quality oi alertness
or adaptability which does not aid in
the work of making friends for tha
bank, I. e., depositors. A perfect bank
president should be one who can hold
bis own with zest and yet with dignity
among the roistering class of Wall
street men In their late suppers at the
club, who can shoot with them, fish
with them, drive with them, and who
can also impress the staid snd strait-
laced citizens who sre his fellow vestry
man a. a nill.r ot resnectanilltv.
ficribner's. '
Dnel. at Gcrroaa I nlver.ltle.. .
The universities' of GoettingcB and
Jena are in close competition for tlx
doubtful honor of being the center of
German atudent dueling. In Gdet
tingen not a day passes that t duel is
pot fought. Not long since IS 'duels
with more or lest serious result were
fought tb.tr within 24 hours; the rec
ord of Jena is 21 within the same length
of timeChlcago Inter Ocean.
Aa-AraMan tllaat. -Galbara,
an Arabian giant, Who was
brought to Rome by Emperor Claudius
to serve in the Imperial body guard,
waa nine feet nine inches high. Pliny
say i that h was tha tallest man tret
w In wti-Fli!!faclplt Cm

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