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The Water Valley Progress
S. B. BROWN. Publisher. WATER VALLEY. : MISSISSIPPI. COMMENCEMENT DAT. Again the little schoolhouse looms A thing of teeming life and joy; Again it? door is open wide To laughing girl and roguish boy. There's bussing in the hallway where The little dinner palls have landed Like tiny ships returning home From ports with beaches golden sanded. The dainty nankeen pantalettes Vie with the knickerbockers trotting Adown the narrow aisles the while The pedagogue is swiftly jottlBg There on the old blackboard his screed— Ah! Time, you never can erase it— > “Life is earnest, life is real," Ah me, again I turn to face it. There on the front row touching toes Upon the floor—heels cannot reach it— The short-legg'd lads and lassies sit Awaiting fame; ah! who shall teach it? Arranged! behind the rearward desks. Desks carved by many an artist slyly, The robust grown-ups of the farms ' Exchange warm glances swift and shyly. The cluttering feet are stilled at last, Each whispered message has been spoken; The pedagogue taps on his desk With his grim awe-inspiring token. Then silence falls; there knowledge stands; In him it centers and intenses. He holds the key to ope the door. The old-time country school commences. —Horace Seymour Keller, in N. Y. Sun. PALMISTRY. BY A. A. MILNE. Alone James did it. I have told him since that I owe him a debt of gratitude which I never, never can repay. His reply, that he would rather I owed him something which I could repay, touched me deeply, but had no other immedi ate result. I must give you his name in full: James Arthur Brocklebank. Per haps some day will find me teach ing my children to lisp that dear name at their mother’s knee. This is what they do in novels, though I should not think “Brocklebank” allows of much scope for lisping. Still, there it is. It was at a fancy bazar. Most of us at the hall were helping in some way. Our dear hostess was selling—what are those things that ladies buy? — while her daughters had sweet and scent and tobacco stalls and so forth. I thought at first that I was the only unemployed one until James strolled up. “Hello,” he said; “you’re doing nothing.” “I wanted to help,” I explained. “My idea was to keep a tobacco nist’s stall, and then one could smoke cigarettes all the time. The assistants in shops always do that to advertise their goods.” “O! And I suppose assistants in sweet-shops eat sweets all the time?” “Of course.” “Have you ever thought,” said James, reflectively, “what a tired time the right-hand man of a butcher must have?” “Look here,” I said, “did you come to talk rot like that to me?” “No; I want you to have your fortune told. There’s a palmist here.” “But I haven’t a fortune.” “You don’t want one. Half-a crown’s enough.” I went with him under protest. It was a very dark tent into which we plunged, and 1 could see no for tune teller. “Where is she?” I asked, impa tiently. “The other side of the curtain,” said James; “but you mustn’t go in. You put your hand through there, and she is on the other side. Of course, if she saw you it would spoil everything.” “Who is it?” “Never mind.” I put my hand through. Some one took ft, and it seemed as though she were going over the lines of my palm with a pencil. “Don’t do that—please,” I said. “It tickles.” There was a light laugh from be hind the curtain. “You are very ticklish,” said a roice. “That isn’t palmistry,” I remon strated “You are also quick-tempered, slow minded, thin-skinned—” “Fat-headed, go on!” I said, bit terly. “Just you wait till I sot* you.” , “I’m awfully softy,” said the voice. “I don’t think I have the right hand.” “Of course you haven’t. It’s the left.” “Yes, that's right. Oh, I see! I was looking at upside down. You are modest, clever, athletic and of an artistic temperament.” James laughed unkindly. “Did you laugh?” asked a voice. “Certainly not!” I replied. “I wouldn’t think of such a thing. But you’re only saying things 1 know already. Won't you tell me my future?” “You will be married within a year.” I gasped. “Did you gasp?” asked a voice. “That was the impression I in tended to convey. But are you sure?” “Quite, quite sure. The line of the heart says so.” “Heart lines, old chap!” said Jim, nudging me. “What did you say?” asked the voice. “Nothing,” I answered. “W hat you heard was a hitherto honored and respected friend being kicked. But I say, tell me. When shall 1 be engaged?” “Before the end of the week.” “Hi! Jim, quick!” I shrieked. “What’s the day now?” “The thirteenth,” said Jim. I shot a glance of scorn and loathing at him. “Sorry, old man,” he said, hur riedly. “It’s Saturday.” “Why—good Lord—then I shall get engaged to-night!” “Why not?” asked Jim. “Why not? O you idiot! She’s not even in the house. She’s in London.” “Who is?” “Who?—why—O, nobody. You see what I mean. There's nobody in the house that—” “It’s no good,” said James, with a grin. “You’ve given yourself away.” I turned back to the curtain. “Are you still there?” I asked. “Are you there, are you there, are you there, are you—” “I’ve finished, thank you,” came the voice. “But are you quite sure about being engaged by the end of the week?” “Quite, quite sure,” said the voice, a little shakily. James and I went out. “Who is she?” I asked. “I didn’t recognize the voice.” “O, she’d take good care about that.” “Well, anyhow, it’s impossi ble.” We entered 'the refreshment tent and drank things. Jim tried to be facetious about my rapidly approaching engagement. He even misquoted poetry to me. Things about love and so on. “Did you make that up your self?” I said, wearily. “It’s very bad.” “Why, it’s Shakespeare, man, ’ he said, indignantly. “O, thought it was you.” “I don’t mind having it,” he said, and ordered a third drink. “Kind ly observe the new Swan of Avon.” “Are swans such great drink ers, then? I didn’t know.” “You’re in a nasty, horrid tem per, and I shall leave you,” said Brocklebank. I watched him go through the door of the tent. Some one was coming up. He went on and spoke to her. It was a lady. He came back with her and brought her up to me. Good Lord! It was Kate!” ’“He’ll give you tea,” said James. “I must go. Good-by.” He raised his hat and went off. “It is impossible,” I said. “Well, what’s the matter?” asked Kate. “Aren’t you glad to see me?” “Go away. You’re in London.” “I’ve just this moment come. You knew I was coming, didn’t you?” “No, I’ve hardly seen anyone. I’ve only just come myself. Why, what train—” “Never mind the train,” said Kate, hurriedly; “I want som< tea.” We had tea. All the time I wa? wondering if 1 dared “to put it tc the touch, to win or lose it all.” At last 1 took out a penny and tossed it. If it turned tail, why, then, sc would I. But if not— “Heads,” said Kate. “It is. That settles it. After all, who am I to blast the reputa tion of a respectable and, for aught I know, beautiful palmist?” “I don't know what you are talking about,” complained Kate. “Kate,” I said, impressively, “it’s written on ray hand”—and I showed her my hand—“that 1 shall get engaged to-day.” “Is that what they call short hand?” “It’s palmistry. The line ol heart has done something exuber ant.” “Well, I hope she’ll have you,,: said Kate. “Do you think she will?” “You should ask her.” “I am,” I said, and I took her hand. “Dear, do you think she will?” “I don’t know,” said Kate, look ing down. “Perhaps she might.” “Only perhaps? Kate, say you’re sure she will.” * “Quite, quite sure,” said a voice. Something in the words struck me. She looked up at me with a smile. Then I began to under stand. “Kate!” I cried. “Isn’t it a beautiful day?” said Kate.—Black and White. ENGLAND’S IMMIGRATION. Problem That Is Giving That Coun try Something Difficult to ' Cope With. One of the burning questions oi the day in England is alien immi gration. There is a strong and growing agitation in favor of re stricting it somewhat on the lines adopted in this country, and the government has pledged itself to legislate against undesirable im migrants, either in the present session of parliament or the next. Nevertheless, says an eastern exchange, England’s immigration problem is a mere bagatelle com pared with America’s. Only one person in 170 in the United King dom is an alien not naturalized as a British subject. In London, where the foreigners congregate most thickly, the proportion is lin 40; and in some of the London slums 1 in 12. New York has daily newsppa pers printed in German, French, Italian, Spanish and Yiddish; and other publications in at least a score of different tongues, includ ing Arabic, Chinese and Japanese. London has only one foreign news paper, which is printed in German and issued wTeekly. This fact alone shows how much smaller are the foreign colonies there than in New York. England has benefited immense ly in the past from immigration, and many of her greatest men to day are descended from immi grants. The British lace-making indus try was created by Huguenot ref ugees from France. A poor Scan dinavian boy named Bessemer did more for Britain’s iron and steel industries than any other man. Lord Cromer and Lord Milner, two of England’s greatest coloni al administrators, are the sons of immigrants, the father of the for mer being a Dane, and of the lat ter a German. Lord Goshen is the son of a German, and so was Lord Herschell, the late lord chancel lor. Beaconsfield was descended from a family of Italian Jews. Seen Everywhere. Ostend (in museum)—Pa, why do they always have “iron-jawed” men in the museum, but no women? Pa—Because iron-jawed women are no rarity. — Chicago Daily ews. When They Can. Some men adapt themselves to circumstances, while some others adapt circumstances to suit them selves.—Chicago Daily Nr.wa. TREASURE OF MONTEZUMA Hidden Wealth of Mexican Monarch the Subject of Muci Study and Interest Whether the report of the dis zovery of the Incas treasure at Chayaltaya, Bolivia, is true or not. it is certain that the conquista dores did not get all the gold of the last Inca of Peru, nor all the gold and precious jewels of the Mexican monarch. The story is, says the Mexican Herald, that the Incas treasure, withheld from Pizarro and now discovered in Bo livia, is worth 116,000,000, and that the Indians believe there is still much more hidden away. Pizarro received a great sum from the Inca whom he cruelly treated and then killed him, but ip so do ing he missed a greater amount, which the fnca, hoping to save his life, promised his tormentor. In this country one sometimes hears talk of a great golden sun and other treasure hidden secure ly from the early Spaniards. One gentleman who had the blood of Montezuma in his veins, and in whose family the traditions of the times of the conquest have been preserved, has said that probably 18,000,000 worth of treasure es caped the hands of Cortes and his followers. WThere is this treasure hidden? Some have said that it was mrown mio ajhkc iwcuw, and not many years back a com pany well provided with funds made extensive excavations in the Pedregal, near Coyoacan, on a spot indicated by tradition. A series of subterranean chambers was found, but no golden sun. Both in Mexico and Peru gold was hidden away from the greedy jonquistadores by the Indians, who cherished the hope of making a successful rising against their conquerors. That hope has long died away, though much of the hatred for the race of the conquis tadores remains in the breast of the aborigine. It is quite probable that some fine day much of Montezuma’s i hidden treasure may be found here, by a lucky hit. Perhaps it is concealed in an idol cave in the southwestern part of the sierra surrounding this valley, a cave of which stories have been told among the Indians. Whence has come the gold that the Indians living in those mountains, so close to the city, have brought here and sold to their legal representative? There is a mystery in all this, and a greater mystery in the where abouts of Montezuma’s treasure which remains untouched. The “Three B’s.” The address of Whitelaw Reid, chancellor of the University of New York, on the question of sub stantials and frills—as they maj be called—will attract serious at tention from educators. He in sists that the public is not getting the full worth of the money it is annually and cheerfully contrib uting tb the maintenance of school systems prevailing in the several states. In his view there is not sufficient attention paid to the “three R’s,” which are hurried over, or sacrificed, to the “cul ture” studies now occupying the attention of the pupil to the exclu sion of that which he ought to study. — Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. Russian Conscripts. The Russian moujik, or peasant, is absolutely helpless in the hands of the conscription officer. He is not in any. way consulted as to * whether he shall serve in the army or in* the navy. The con scripts in Russia stand in a line and the conscription officer, chalk in hand, walks past, marking on each of the men’s sheepskin coats the sign which indicates whethei the wearer is to be drafted into the military or naval service. “De m*.n dat says he don’ care foil money,” said-Uncle Eben, “is very often de same pahty dat’s try it to git twenty dollars foh one at de races.”—Washington Star. Only Talk. THOUGHT SHE WOULD DIE, Mrs. S. W. Marlas, of Colorado Spring*, Began to Fear the Worst. Doan* a Kidney Pills Saved Her. Mrs. Sarah Marine, of 428 8t. Urain ——St., Colorado Spring's, writes: “ I snflferea for three year®, •with severer backache. The > doctors told me my k i d n e ym* were affected' and prescribed medicines for me, but I found' that it was only waste of time and money to take them arndi | began to fear that x wouia never well. A friend advised me to try DoanV Kidney Pills. Within a week after I began using them I was so much better that I decided to keep up the treat ment, and when I had used a little over two boxes I was entirely well. I have now enjoyed the best of health for more than four months, and words can but poorly express my gratitude.” For sale by all dealers. Price 50 cents. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Curious Alien Problem. There are in New York about half 1J a dozen “noblemen” hanging around the hotels waiting for an invitation to> ^ go to Newport or any place where there may be a possible chance of picking up a ready-money girl. Any afternoon one of them may be seant 1 playing billiards or pool at one of the big hotels and “butting in” wher ever he can get a chance. Ha is not a guest of the aristocratic hostelry for reasons best known to himself. Should, he fail to get the necessary invita tion this summer he may get a job' 1 as an actor this winter, and, failing in that, there may be a chance as the v driver of a hansom cab. This is gen erally preferred by an Englishman to waiting on table. In the matter of success the German and French are not usually so fortunate as their Eng lish brothers. After a short cam- J paign they are to be seen carrying a tray in one of the city restaurants- - “What ehall we do with our surplus noblemen?” is a problem that con fronts Europe. New York has helped* in a measure, to solve this problem. It is simply another phase of the im migration question that is now both ering the officials of the United' States.—Chicago Journal. In Japan. According to old and established-1 custom in Japan, the eldest child,, whether male or female, must, under all circumstances, abide at apd in habit the home. By this means a continuous succession is assured, and' the estates cannot pass into the hand of strangers. From this arrangemen it follows, of necessity, that no eld* est child can marry and live with an. eldest child of the opposite sex. Whe»> an heiress weds, her husband must assume the family name. CAN DRINK TROUBLE. That's One Way to Get It. Although they won’t admit it many people who suffer from sick headaches, and other ails get them straight from, the coffee they drink and it is easily proved if they’re not afraid to leave it to a test as in the case of a lady in Connellsville. “I had been a sufferer from sick headaches for twenty-five years and anyone who has ever had a bad sick headache knows what I suffered. Sometimes three days in the week I would have to remain in bed, at other times I couldn’t lie down the pain would be so great. My life was a tor ture and if I went away from home for a day I always came back more dead than alive. “One day I was telling a woman my troubles and she told me she knew that it was probably coffee caused it. She said she had been cured by stop ping coffee and using Postum Food Coffee and urged me to try this food drink. “That’s how I came to send out and get some Postum and from that time I’ve never been without it for it suits my taste and has entirely cured all of my old troubles. All I did was to leave off the coffee and tea and drink well made Postum in its place. This . change has done me more good than everything else put together. “Our house was like a drug store for my husband bought everything fce heard of to help me without doing any good but when I began on the Postum my headaches ceased and the other troubles quickly disappeared. I have a friend who had an experience just like mine and Postum cured her just as it did me. “Postum not only cured the head aches but my general health has been improved and I am much stronger than before. I now enjoy delicious. Postum more than I ever did coffee.’* Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. “There’s a reason” and it’s wprt!»* finding out.