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The Water Valley Progress
S. J». BROWN. Publisher., WATER VALLEY. : MISSISSIPPI. A SEA LYRIC. There is no music that man has heard Like the voice of the minstrel Sea, Whose major and minor chords are fraught With infinite mystery— For the Sea is a harp, and the winds of God Play over his rhythmic breast. And bear on the sweep of their mighty wings The song of a vast unrest. There is no passion that man ha3 sung, Like the love of the deep-souled Sea, Whose tide responds to the Moon's soft light With marvelous melody— For the Sea Is a harp, and the winds of God Play over his rhythmic breast, And bear on the sweep of their mighty wings The song of a vast unrest. There is no sorrow that man has known. Like the grief of the wordless Main, Whose Titan bosom forever throbs With an untranslated pain— For the Sea is a harp, and the winds of God Play over his rhythmic breast, And bear on the sweep of their mighty wings The song of a vast unrest. —William Hamilton Hayne, in Atlantic. THE DEACON'S FLYER Speaking of sure tilings naturally calls to mind the ease of my old friend Deacon Wiggle-ford, whom I used to know back in Missouri years ago. The deacon was a powerful pious man, and he was good according to his lights, but he didn’t use a very superi or article of kerosene to keep them burning. Used to take half the time in prayer-meeting talking about how we were all weak vessels and stewards. But he was so blamed busy exhorting others to give out of the fullness with which the Lord had "blessed them that he forgot that the Lord had blessed him about $50,000 worth, and put it in mighty safe property, too, you bet. The deacon had a brother in Chi cago whom he used to call a sore trial. Brother Bill was a broker on the board of trade, and, according to the deacon, he was not only engaged in a mighty sinful occupation, but he was a mighty poor steAvard of his sin ful gains. Smoked two-bit cigars and wore a plug hat. Drank a little and cussed a little and went to the Epis copal church, though he had been raised a Methodist. Altogether it loked as if Bill was a pretty hard nut. Well, one fall the deacon decided to go to Chicago himself to buy his Avinter goods, and naturally he hiked out to Brother Bill’s to stay, which was considerably cheaper for him than the Palmer house, though, as he told us when he got back, it made him sick to see the waste. The deacon had his mouth all fixed to tell Brother Bill that, in his opin ion, he wasn’t much better than a faro dealer, for he used to brag that he ne\’er let anything turn him from his duty, which meant his meddling other people’s business. I want to say right here that with most men duty means something unpleasant AV'hich the other fellow ought to do. As a matter of fact, a man’s first duty i§ to iiiiiiu mar uwu uusiutrcs. xias ueen my experience that it takes all the thought which one man can give to run one man right, and if a fellow’s putting in five or six hours a day on his neighbor’s character, he’s mighty apt to scamp the building of his own. Well, when Brother Bill got home from business that first night, the deacon explained that every time he lit a two-bit cigar he wa? depriving a Zulu of 25 helpful little tracts wrhich might have made a better man of him; that fast horses were a snare and plug hats a wil^ of the enemy; that , vhe board of trade was the temple of Belial, and the brokers on it his sons and servants. Brother Bill listened mighty pa tiently to him, and when the deacon had pumped out all the Scripture that was in him, and was beginning to suck air, he sort of slunk into the con versation like a setter pup that’s been caught with the feathers on his chops. “Brother Zeke,” says he, “I shall certainly let your words soak in. I want to be a number two red, hard, sound and clean sort of a man, and grade contract on delivery day. Per haps, as you say, the rust has got into me and the Inspector won’t pass me, and if I can see it that way I’ll settle my trades and get out of the market for good.” The deacon knew that Brother Bill had scraped together considerable property, and, as he was a bachelor, it would come to him in case the bro ker was removed by any sudden dis pensation. What he really feared was that*his money might be fooled away in high living and speculation. And so he banged away into the mid dle of the flock, hopingtobringdown those two birds. Now that it began to look as if he might kill off the whole bunch he started in to hedge. “Is it safe, William?” says he. “As Sunday school,” says Bill, “if you do a strictly brokerage business and don't speculate.” “I trust, William, that you recog nize the responsibilities of your stew ardship?” Bill fetched a groan. “Zeke,” says he, “you cornered me there, and I s’pose 1 might as well walk up to the Captain’s office and settle. I hadn’t bought or sold a bushel on my own ac count for a year until last week, when I got your letter saying that you were coming. Then I saw what looked like a safe chance to scalp the market for a couple of cents a bushel, and I bought 10,000 September, intending to turn over the profits to you as a lit tle present, so that you could see the town and have a good time without its costing you anything.” The deacon judged from Bill’s ex pression. that he had got nipped and was going to try to unload the loss on him, so he changed his face to one which he used when attending the funeral of any one who hadn’t been a professor, and came back quick and hard: i m surprised, Y\ Ilham, that you should think I would accept money mad e in gambling. Let it be a lesson to you. How much did you lose?” “That’s the worst of it—I didn’t lest; I made $200,” and Bill hove another sigh. “Made $200!” echoed the deacon, and he changed his face again for the one which he used when he found a lead quarter in his till and couldn’t remember who had. passed it on him. “Yes,” Bill went on, “and I'm ashamed of it, for you’ve made me see things, in a new light. Of course, after what you’ve said, I know it would be an insult to offer you the money. And I feel now that it wouldn’t be right to keep it myself. I must sleep on it and try to find the straight thing to do.” I guess it really didn’t interfere with Bill’s sleep, but the deadon sat up with the corpse of the $200, you bet. In the morning at breakfast he asked Brother Bill to explain all about this speculating business, which made the market go up and down, and whether real corn or wheat or pork figured in any stage of a deal. Bill looked sort of sad and dreamy eyed, as is his conscience hadn’t di gested that two hundred yet, but he was mighty obliging about explain ing everything to Zeke. He had changed his face for one which he wore when he sold an easy customer ground peas and chicory for 0. G. Java, and every now and then he gulped as if he was going to start a hymn. When Bill told him how good and bad weather sent the market up and down he nodded and said that that part of it was all right, because it was of the Lord. “Not on the board o^ trade it isn’t,” Bill "answered back; “at least, not to any marked extent; it’s from the weather man or some liar in the corn belt, and, as the weather man usually reckons wrong, I reckon there isn’t any special inspiration about it. The game is to guess what’s going to hap pen, not what has happened, and by the time the real weather comes along everybody has guessed wrong and knocked the market off a cent or two.” That made the deacon’s chin whis kers droop a little, but he began to ask questions again, and by and, by he discovered that away behind— about a hundred miles behind, but that was close enough for the dea con—a deal in futures there were real wheat and pork. Said then that he’d been misinformed and misled; that speculation was a legitimate business, involving skill and sagac ity; that his last scruple was removed, and that he would accept thet wo hun dred. Bill brightened right up at that and thanked him for putting it so clear and removing the doubts that had been worrying him. Said that he could speculate with a clear con science after listening to the deacon's able exposition on the subject. Was only sorry he hadn’t seen him to talk it over before breakfast, as the two hundred had been lying so heavy on his mind all night, that he’d got up early and mailed a check for it to the deacon’s pastor and told him to spend it on his poor. Zeke took the evening train home in order to pry that check cut of the elder, but old Doc Hoover was a pretty quick stepper himself and he’d blown the whole two.hundred as soon as he got it buying winter coal for poor people. I simply mention the deacon in passing as an example of the fact that it’s easy for a man who thinks he’s all right to go all wrong when he sees a couple of hundred dollars lying around loose a little to one side of the straight and narrow path; and that when he reaches down to pick up the money there’s usually a string tied to it and a small boy in the bushes give® it a yank. Easy-come money never draws interest; easy-borrowed dollars pay usury!—From “Letters from a Self-Made Merchant; to His Son,” by George Horace Lorimer. By per mission of Small, Maynard & Co., Publishers, Boston, Mass. MISHAPS OF A SEALSKIN. Woman Who Was Over-Careful of Her Costly Cloak. “I really hate to tell this story on my wife,” remarked a man who can not keep any kind of a good story to himself, according to the Detroit Free Press, “but she does cap the cli max in her original way of doing things—she certainly does. Recent ly she acquired a $300 sealskin cloak, and she is naturally very proud of it. The first day she wore it she attended a large euchre party given for a char itable object. Fearing that she might exchange cloaks with some one, she opened a closet in the ladies’ attiring room and hung her precious cloak in a far corner. Another lady—two sizes larger—did the Same thing with her new sealskin cloak. As my wife reached the closet first at the close of the afternoon she came away in the other lady’s cloak. She was in a hurry and did not notice that it was too large until she put it on again the next day. The other lady could not button her cloak at all, and there was a great to-do which was not adjusted for about ten days, and then only by much advertising, as the two women wrere utter strangers. “Afterawhile my wifeattended an other euchre party of a private char acter. Being still nervous abodt her coat—more so because of the recent trouble—what did she do but walk into a remote back room in the house to which, she was invited; there she hung her cloak in the closet, locked the room door and hid the key. When the euchre was over and she was ready io leave, sue iounu 10 ner norror mat the excitement of the game had made her forget entirely where she had hidden the key. So she had to inform the hostess of her predicament. The room belonged to a young son of the family, and he was discovered highly indignant because his bedroom was mysteriously locked. Jfo key could be found, however, and the door had to be forced. “Yes, my wife says she was terribly mortified at the whole affair, but she would rat her, stiffer in that way than lose her new sealskin cloak. She has not formulated, as yet, any new plans for the protection of the same at future functions, but no doubt her measures will be nothing if not start ling and unique.”_< French Colonies. France spends annually for her col onies a little more than $25,000, while the aggregate of its business with them, export and import, is but $62, 000,000, and but 4,000 a yew em igrate to French colonies. But France has not been the least success ful country in building a colonial em pire, for Germany’s geographically large possessions cost more than the aggregates of the exports and imports from them._ Aa a General Rule. You are only doing half as well as you can.—Atchison Globe. He Mtnai It. Kew Berlin, 111., Mar. 18th:—Mr. Frank Newton of thia place speaka very earnestly and emphatically when asked by any of his many friends the reason for the very noticeable improvement in his health. For a long time—over two years—he has been suffering a great deal with pains in his back and an all over feeling of ill ness and weakness. His appetite failed him.and he grew gradually weaker and weaker till he was very much run down. A friend recommended Dodd’s Kidney Pills and Mr. Newton began to take two at a dose three times a day. In a very short time he noticed an improvement; the pains left his back and he could eat better. He kept on improving and now he says: “Yes, indeed! I am a different man and Dodd’p Kidney Pills did it all. I cannot tell you how much better I feel. I am a new man and Dodd’s Kidney Fills deserve all tne credit.” Descriptive Term. Miss Gushton—Oh, I love those isolated mountains that stand, gloomily, grandly apart from their fellow*— The Guide—Yes, miss, them’a buttes.— Baltimore American. Piso's Cure cannot be too highly spoken of is a cough cure.—J. W. O’Brien, 322 Third Ave., N., Minneapolis, Minn., Jan. 6, 1900. Larger Quantities.—Miss Gabble—"And she accused me of retailing gossip about the neighborhood.” Miss Sharpe—“The idea!” Miss Gabble-“Positively insulting, isn’t she. Miss Sharpe—“Yes, for you’re really a wholesaler.”—Philadelphia Press. To Care a Cold In One Day. Take Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. All druggists refund money if it failsto cure. 25c. More die by food than famine.—Farm Journal. Mr*. Wig**—"I hay* made it a prmo tice to put all my worrit* down in tlu bottom of my heart, then ait on the lid and amile.”—Kama* City Star. It is a great misfortune not to hare sens* enough to speak well and judgment enough to apeak little.—Cato. ST. JACOBS OIL POSITIVELY CURES Rheumatism Neuralgia Lumbago Backache Sciatic* Sprains Bruises Soreness Stiffness CONQUERS PAIN. MRS. RAWS RARY , Tired Mother’s Touching Story of . Anxiety and Suffering. Guticura Brings Blessed Cure to Skin Tortured Baby and Peace and Rest to Its Worn Out Mother. It is no wonder that Mrs. Helena Rath was taken sick. Single-handed, she did all the housework and washed, cooked and mended for her husband, Hans, and their six children. After a plucky fight to keep on her feet, Mrs. Rath had to yield, and early in 1902 she took to her bed. What followed she told to a visitor, who called at her tidy home, No. 821 Tenth Ave., New York City. “ I hired a girl to mind the chil dren and to do ■whatever else she conld. I couldn’t stay in bed long. Sick as I was, it was easier for me to crawl around than to lie and worry about my little ones. So I got up after a few days, and let the girl go. I had noticed that she had sores on her face, hands and arms, but I paid no attention to that until Charlie, my youngest, began to pick and scratch hirdself. He was then ten months old, and the girl had paid more attention to him than to any of the others. Charlie was fret ful and cross, but as he was cutting teeth, I didn’t think much of that. rash broke out on his everybody knows that that is quite common with teething babies. Sev eral of my others had it when little, and I thought nothing about it. “ But the rash on Charlie’s poor little face spread to his neck, chest, and back. I had never seen any thing quite like it before. The skin rose in little lumps, and matter came out. My baby’s skin wqa hot, and how he did suffer ! He wouldn’t eat, and night after night I walked the floor with him, weak as I was. Often I had to stop because X felt faint and my back throbbed with pain. But the worst pain of all was to see my poor little boy burning with those nasty sores. “I believed he had caught some disease from the girl, but some of the neighbors said he had eczema, and that is not. catching, they told me. Yes, I gave him medicine, and Sut salves and things on him. I on’t think they were all useless. Once in a while the itching seemed to let up a bit, but there was not much change for the better until a lady across the street asked me why I didn’t try the Cuticura Remedies. I told her I had no faith in those things you read about in the papers. She said she didn't want me to go on faith nor even to spend any money at first. She gave me some Cuticura Ointment—I think the box was about half full — and a piece of Cuticura Soap. I followed frightened, because the directions, bathing Charlie and putting that nice Ointment on the sores. “ I 'wouldn’t have believed that my baby woula have been cured by a little thing like that. Not all of a sudden, mind you. Little by little, but so surely. Charlie and I both got more peace by day, and more sleep by night. The sores sort of dried up and went away. I shall never forget one blessed night when I went to bed with Charlie beside me, as soon as I got the supper dishes out of the way and the older children undressed ; when I woke up the sun was streaming in. For the first time in six months I had slept throiigh the night without a break. “ Yes, that fat little boy by the window is Charlie, and his skin is as white as a snow flake, thanks to the Cuticura Remedies. I think everybody should know about the Soap and also the Ointment, and if it is iroing to help other mothers with sick babies, go ahead and pub* lish what I have told you.” MRS. 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