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The Starkville News
PUBLISHED WEEKLY. STARKVILLE. : : : MISSISSIPPI. DON’T FORGET THE OLD FOLKS Nay, don’t forget the old folks, boys— they’ve not forgotten you; Though years have parsed since you were home, the old hearts still arfe true; And not an evening passes by they haven’t the desire To see your faces once again and hear your footsteps Higher. You're young and buoyant, and for you Hope beckons with her hands. And life spreads out a waveless sea that laps but tropic strands; The world is all before your face, but let your memories turn To where fond hearts still cherish you and .loving bosoms yearn. No matter what your duties are nor wftat your place in life. There's never been u time they'd not as sume your load of strife; And shrunken shoulders, trembling hands, and forms racked by disease. Would bravely dare the grave to bring to you the pearl of peace. So don’t forget the old forks, boys—they’ve not forgotten you; Though years have passed since you were home, the old hearts still are true; And write them now and then to bring the light into their eyes. And make the world glow once again and bluer gleam the skies. —Will T. Hale, in Tennessee Farmer. a A Tray of i I Bangs § I By LYNN ROBY MEEKINS. g Copyright, 1903, by Daily Story Pub. Cos. Benjamin Priddle’s jewelry store was the finest shop in Warren City and it knew more family history than the cemetery. Benjamin Priddle himself had supplied the birth rings and en gagement rings and wedding rings and anniversary rings for several genera tions, and still he insisted on being as young and as cheerful as the newest crop of sunny-faced boys and love kissed girls. But of them all lie liked Elsie Brown ing best. The tine old Browning home was almost opposite his store. He had known her from babyhood. He had sold Mr. Browning the ring that Mrs. Browning had worn through all the years—and also the other rings. And Elsie knew the treasures of his shop. In fact, he liked to seek her ad vice. to go by her taste and to heed her counsel. What were the girls wearing in larger cities? Miss Elsie could tell him. What were the popular styles? Miss Elsie always knew. And —“when it comes to geting the ring for you, Miss Elsie, the ring of all rings, it must come from Benjamin Priddle’s.'’ “How silly I” exclaimed Miss Elsie, her dark eyes dancing in fun. “Do you expect me to buy it —or even to select it?” “Stranger things have happened,” taid Mr, Priddle solemnly. A lovely morning and Mr. Richard Taylor looked unusually tall, fair and <Zebonnair when he rang the bell of the Browning house. As he passed into the reception room he almost stumbled over a small boy—a small hoy holding a square package on his closely pressed knees —knees that seemed knit together by conscious re sponsibility. “Beg pardon,” he said. “How are you, Mr. Taylor?” and he looked again. ‘Why, bless my soul, it's Jimmie — Jimmie- from Priddle’s. Glad to see you, Jimmie. How’s your eye?” “Better, thank yon, sir. And thank you again for helping me out. I could a’ done the other feller, but his pals wras too much. “Don’t try it again. Jimmie. I might be out of sight. What have you there? I don’t mean that. It’s none of my business.” Jimmie moved forward with myste rious solemnity. He looked around the corners. He clasped his hands over his package. Then in a hoarse whisper he asked: “You like her?” And Taylor, more in amusement than •curiosity, nodded, “Well, say, Mr. Dick” —all the boys showed how they really loved the old college athlete when they called him Mr. Dick— “you’d better get a move on. It’s a put np job. I heard it all —Mr. T. Morgan Belmarest and Mr. Priddle going over the whole thing, andJhe one she likes, why, the automobile guy’s going to bring it over and put it on her finger— and —golly, here she comes. Please, Mr. Dick, don’t give me away.” Mr. Dick winked compliance to Jim mie and arose to meet Miss Elsie Browning, who, radiant, smiling and beautiful, entered. Little Jimmie stood dutifully, holding his package as steadily as though he and it had come from the same mould. She greet ed Taylor and then turned to Jimmie. “Well, Jimmie, what is it?” “Mr. Priddle sent ’em. Miss. A lot of new rings he’s just got in. Thought you might want to look at ’em. Would like very much, ma’am, to know your references, miss.” “Preferences, Jimmie, preferences,” corrected Taylor, with a laugh, in which Miss Elsie merrily joined. “Very kind of Mr. Priddle, .1 am sure,” she said. “Perhaps Mr. Taylor would like lo look at them, too? . • . Will, you wait, Jimmie? , . Very well. Sit down. . . . Mr. Taylor, suppose we go to the library? . . . There’s a better light.” “I’ll bet he makes a touch-down,” said Jimmie to himself, as he curled up in the seat and smiled like a tene ment-raised Cupid. They k iked at the rings. A mellow light came through the wide plate glass. “Aren’t they lovely?” shej asked “Bea utiful.” “Which do you like best?” “What for?” . “Anything —for itself.” “An engagement?” “Don’t be foolish.” “Now here,” he said, selecting a shining cluster, “is a fine thing for Zebediah J. to give to Salinda Ann after making his pile —and Salinda would hold up her hand until she had arm paralysis.” “This?” she asked, placing a soli taire against the light. “Exquisite. It ought to call for an automobile and a ready-made mansion with a glue factory to pay bills. That is, of course, if it is genuine.” “Skeptic.” “You cannot always tell.” “But granting it is.” “Well it might be a diamond ring and a rhinestone man.” “Away with your doubts.” “All right. There is a man, a genu ine man. and a genuine diamond. With all-his worldly goods he thee endows —money, a home assured, every thing that wealth cay buy. You would deserve it. You should be happy. There will be no wait in for fortune —no struggle, no pulling against tides —but smooth sailing o’er summer seas. . . . Nc plodding along the dusty road, but a happy skimming along in the auto mobile. . . . And the big diamond glittering on the third finger of the left hand. ... It is the third fin ger of the left hand, isn't it?” “How should 1 know?” “Intuition.” She picked up the rings one by one. “Mr, Priddle. often sends me his new things to look at,” she remarked aim lessly. “This is not new,” he said. It was a band of gold. “But I like it. Don't you?” he added. “Of course.” “It is so real,” he declared, more so berly. His serious eyes were fixed upon her face as he went on. “It might be the pledge of a man whofce love was like it —the same all the way through, its beginning unmarked, un ending, solid and continuing, the mys p tic circle of immortality, the verj' sym bol of infinity. I like to think of love like that, don’t you?” “We're discussing rings.” “It might mean,” he declared more earnestly, “.a man who has his fortune to make but who would make it all the better and surer if he knew that his soul was bound in the ring to the soul of the one he loved.” Her head fell. She was forgetting the rings and Icoking at the floor. “Elsie, you know what I am trying to say,” he continued, tenderly. “You know I love you. Y"ou know I have not wealth. You know I have my mark to make. But I want to tell you—l came to tell you —that through all the diffi culties that have hindered there is a breaking of sunshine, and if we could only' face and make the struggle to gether —if only I could have your sweet assurance to help me along, life would be so very different and I should be sure to win. It's a great deal to ask, but my love for you is so full and strong that it makes me rich in spite of my poverty. . . . Elsie. . , . One word —” It isn't necessary to describe what happened during the next five min utes. After that, Mr. Dick Taylor rushed to the reception room with the tray and commanded Jimmie to take it back and to return with all the gold bands in the store —and not to say they were for him. Jimmie fulfilled his mission and stoutly refused to an swer Mr. Priddle’s questions. From the new' lot of gold bands Richard Tay lor and Elsie together made a selec tion —and it was placed upon the third finger of her left hand. “Mr. Priddle,” said Jimmie, much later in the day, “excuse me, sir, but I couldn’t help hearing. Y r ou and Mr. Belmarest was going to ’sprise Miss Elsie, sir. . . . Well, sir, the show’s over. . . . Mr. Dick Taylor her, ki* THE TICKET-TAKER’S WOES. Trouble* of the Man WJio Collects the Pasteboards at the Theater Door. “Tickets, said the man at the door of one of the down-town theaters one cold evening, relates the Chicago Tribune. “Kelp yourself,” said the patron of the playhouse, as he pulled open his coat. “1 am too cold to get at them.” The ticket taker reached his hand into the man’s waistcoat and extracted the small envelope with the necessary bits of pasteboard. After tearing off the seat coupons and giving them to the chilled customer the blocked line began to move again. “This is the tirst time that 1 ever had to go through a man’s pockets,” said the doorkeeper. “1 have had all sorts of experiences at theater doors, but this was not included among them.” A thousand persons who enter any of the theaters present their tickets in almost a thousand different ways. Some are embarrassed. They leave the seat coupons in the. hands of the man at the door. Many of them hand them to the head usher and rush on as if there was no time to be lost, and are caught in a mad race to the seats that they suppose belong to them. It is not at all difficult to decide by the manner in which they offer the tickets whether or not they are regu lar at tcmlants at the theater. Women who are not accustomed to visit the playhouses seem to take it for granted that tickets must be shown before they will be permitted to enter. The escort, many times rushed and confuted, fails to find the tickets on the first search, and his women friends stand blocking the way .while he examines his pockets. The tickets are usually presented in the envelopes in which they have been inclosed by the man at the ticket w indow. This means that the man at the door must tear the envelope open before he can examine the tickets. The delay on one means the wailing of 50 in the line behind. Others have them ready and pass in without a stop in the line, but these are the exception. Tickets are taken from handbags, suit cases and the inside bands of hats. One woman had to be allowed to visit the retiring room the other evening before she surrendered her tickets, but the finally found them. The holders of the tickets sometimes want to talk to the taker. A man who is tearing the coupons of a hundred t ickets a minute cares little for the con dition of the weather, but he must be polite, and so he smiles and says some thing and wonders. DIDN’T KNOW HIMSELF. _ Ananand When Spoke to Him He Didn’t Knotv Her. Congressman Jenkins, of Wiscon sin, who recently introduced a meas ure looking toward the governmental seizure of the coal mines, was talk ing the other day about the vanity that inflates some men when they achieve success in life, says the New York Tribune. “In my boyhood,” he said, “I re member how. a man from my town was elected to a minor political of fice, and got so puffed up about it that he would hardly speak to any one on the street. “One day a blacksmith, who had electioneered for this man, entered his office and extended his hand. But the other failed to see the hand, and said: ‘I don’t remember you, sir.’ “The blacksmith looked around. A half dozen men were present, and to these he addressed himself. “ ‘Gentlemen,’ he said, ‘this here reminds me of the mayor that they elected once in my wife’s town. They elected, more for a joke than any thing else, an old ragpicker to the mayoralty. They made him buy a frock coat and a white tie and a plug hat, and they persuaded him to ride around in a falltop buggy. It was a change, 1 tell you. “ ‘Well, his wife met him at the house door on his first day in office, and he passed her by without look ing at her. He was grand, you see, in his plug hat and white tie, but she only had on her working clothes and her sleeves were rolled up. “Why, James,” she says, nearly crying, “why, don’t you know me, James?” “How can I know’ you, Mary,” says he, “how can I know you when I don’t know myself now?” “ ‘There are other men besides that ragpicker mayor,’ the blacksmith ended, ‘who don’t know And he grinned at his embarrassed audience and walked out.” What They Really Were. Sparticus —They tell me that some royal dwellings are surrounded guards standing so close together as to resemble a fence. Smarticus —A sort of picket; fence, I suppose; yet in reality they are only palace aids.—Baltimore Amer ican. * Accounted For, Sandford —1 never allow’ mysajf to become angry or lose my temper'with a fool. Merton —That probably accounts fci your always being on such good termii with yourself. — N. Y. Herald. How It Really Happens. “Johnny,” cautiously inquired Mr, Stx aweek of her little brother, when he called the other evening—“she” was putting the finishing touches to her toilet upstairs — ‘‘have you-er, does you-er-do you-er-ever hear your sister speak ot me’/"' “You can’t pump me,” promptly replied Johnny, “i don't butt into my fibster's business.” Then Johnny picked up a shinny stick out of the hall rack and. went out. This is the way it happens in 990 cases out of 1,000, but the funnyists could never be clubbed into believing it. — Washington Tost. A Cure for Rheumatism. Alhambra, 111., Mar.23rd : —Physicians are much puzzled over the case of Mr. F. J. Os wald, of this place. Mr. Oswald suffered much with Rheumatism and was treated by doctor after doctor with the result that he got no better whatever. They seemed un able to do anything for him and he contin ued to suffer till he heard of Dodd’s Kidney Pills. Mr. Oswald began a treatment of this remedy which very soon dud for him what the doctors had failed to do. and they cannot understand it. This is the same remedy that cured Hon. Fred A. Busse, our State Treasurer, of a very severe case of Rheumatism some years ago, and which has since had an unbroken record of success in curing all forms of Rheumatism and Kidney Trouble. There seems to be no case of these pain ful diseases that Dodd's Kidney Pills will not cure promptly and permanently. Catching Mamma. M rs. W ise—l think Mr. Phoxy will pro pose to our Mildred very soon now'. Mr. Wise —1 hadn’t noticed that he was ▼ery attentive to her. “No, but lie has been flirting outrageously with me.” —Philadelphia Press. Do not believe Piso’s Cure for Consump tion has an equal for coughs and colds.—J. F. Boyer, Trinity Springs, Jnd., Feb. 15, 1900. The man who is willing to meet trouble halt-way seldom has to go that fur to meet it. —Judge. Don’t wait until your sufferings have driven you to despair, with your nerves all shattered and your courage gone. Help and happiness surely awaits you if you accept Mrs. Pinkham’s advice. Disease makes women nervous, irritable, and easily annoyed by children and household duties; such women need the counsel and help of a woman who understands the peculiar troubles of her sex; that woman is Mrs. Pinkham, who with her famous medicine, Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, have restored more sick and dis couraged women to health and happiness than any other one person. Her address is Lynn, Mass., and her advice is free. Write today, do not wait. Will not the volumes of letters from women who have been made strong by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound con vince others of the virtues of this great medicine? When a medicine has been successful in more than a million cases, is it justice to yourself to say, without trying it, “I do not believe it would help me ? ” *■*’ Surely you cannot wish to remain weak and sick and dis couraged, exhausted with each day’s w r ork. If you have some de rangement of the feminine organism try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. It will surely help you. Mrs. Emilie Seering, 174 St. Ann’s Ave., New York City, writes: “ Dear Mrs. Pinkham: —lf women who are always blue depressed and nervous would take Lydia E. Pinkliam’s jgjlSgaSQ Vegetable Compound they would find it the medi cine they need to bring them to a more cheerful frame of mind. I was terribly worried and downcast, and was thin and bloodless. My back ached all the GgjjgPy time, no matter how hard I tried to forget lit or change my position to ease it, and the pain at the base of my brain was so bad that I sometimes A fjW thought that I grow’ crazy; I had the blues so much and was always so depressed I could not seem >C to shake them off ; half of the time I did not seem to have the coura £ e t° do my work ; everything seemed to go wrong with me, and I was always worrying and fearing the worst. I began to J take Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com /.fj&k pound. After the first few doses a load seemed 7 f lifted from my shoulders, I felt better in every 1 wa y. The blues left me and my head stopped aching; before lone my back was better too, and I looked younger and stronger I took hnftlps in all and it is with thankfulness that I acknowledge that my Compound.” FREE MEDICAL ADVICE TO WOMEN. If there is anything in your case about which you would like special advice, write freely to Mrs. Pinkham. No man will see your letter. She can surely help you, for no person in America has such a wide experience in treating female ills as she has had. She • has helped hundreds of thousands of women hack to health. Her address is Lynn, Mass., and her advice is free. You are very fool ish If you do not accept her kind invitation. AAA FORFEIT If-we cannot forthwith produce the original letter and ■ignature ®f Vhi 11111 Sir© testimonial, which will prove its absolute genuineness. aUUUU' Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Cos., Lynn,Mail, SURE CURE FOR RHEUMATISM. In This Case the Tomato Proved to He Jout a* Good aa the Potato. ■■■■<„■ “I have been cured of rheumatism rtrangely,” said a fat man, according to the Philadelphia Record. “It happened in this manner; “1 was groaning in my office the other day when tne janitor of the building entered and said: “ ‘Are you ill, sir?' . “ ‘Oh, I’m nearly crazy with rheumatism,' I answered. “ ‘Well, sir,’ said he, ‘I tell you what you do. Just you get a raw tomato and carry it in your pocket and in a little while you wiU be all right/ “I got the raw tomato, and I carried it. and, by Jove, the rheumatism left me. So I called in the janitor and made him a pres ent of a box of good cigars. “ ‘You cured me, William,’ 1 said to him in a hearty voice. ‘With your raw tomato you cured me entirely.’ “ ‘Raw tomato, sir?'says William. ‘Why, sir, you misunderstood me. 1 ddn’t say raw tomato. 1 said it was a raw potato that you were to carry/ ” Dropsy treated free by Dr. H. H. Green's Sons, of Atlanta, Ga. The greatest dropsy specialists in the world. Read their adver tisement in another column of this paper. Caotion. “Well, bub, what is it?” asked the drug gist of the small boy with & bottle in iua hand. "Please, sir, but here’s a medicine 1 got for me mother an hour ago.” “Yes, and what’s the matter with it?” “You didn’t write on the bottle wheth er it was to be taken eternally or infernally, and she’s afraid of making a mistake, —.De troit Tree Press. Economy is the road to wealth. Putnam Fadeless Dye is the road to economy- It is not what a man thanks but whzf ha thinks he thinks that determines his mea tal status. —Judge.