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THE STARKVILLE NEWS.
VOLUME 11. THE WORD OF HOPE. A poet In whose heart despair Had sunk her fingers tore them loose. And putting on a hopeful air Sent out a song of courage where He feared ’twould be of little use. “The proud,” he said, “perhaps will sneer And make my song of hope a jest. But 1 shall triumph if 1 cheer One weak and weary soul or clear But one doubt from some aching breast, “The ones who scoff, self-satisfied And free from woes that warp and kill. Will toss my song of hope aside And in their wisdom and their pride Show pity for my lack of skill." “ ’Tis strength,” he sang, “gives faith to seek The glad, fair ways that lie ahead; They fail who sit downcast and meek, For hope is strong and doubt is weak— Joy comes by patient courage led.” There came from those he thought to be Self-satisfied one who confessed. Who bowed in deep humility And cried: “New hope has come to me— Despair was hidden in my breast.” Why* fear to preach good cheer? We ne'er May guess what heart lies deep In pain; Each golden arrow shot in air Is fated to descend somewhere— No hopeful word is said in vain. —S. E. Kiser, in Chicago Record-Herald. Jobson’s Great* Plan I THE perspiration was rolling in riv ulets from Mr. Jobson’s brow when he arrived from the office one hot, hu mid evening last week. He soused him self in a tub of cold water, but the mere exertion of drying himself after the plunge made him warm all over again. Mrs. Jobson didn’t take any chances on trying to engage him in airy persiflage when he came downstairs for dinner — there wasn’t any air stirring, anyhow, and Mr. Jobson’s heat-warped coun tenance didn’t invite Mrs. Jobson to frivolous conversation. He only picked at his dinner the while he fulminated against the barbarousness of the climate —just about four days previously he hacT been moaning miserably: “I wonder If this infernal town is ever going to get warm enough to make it fit for anything but an Esquimau to live in?” Now, however, it was; “This merrie month of May fake gives me the earache — that’s what it does! The infernal gall of the thermometer humping itself up to the 91 mark at this time of the year— a fellow might just as well move down to the Isthmus of Panama and be done wdth it!” To comfort him, and give him sur cease of sorrow, Mrs. Jobson read to him a dispatch stating that there were ten feet of snow; in Montana, and that the thermometer registered six degrees below zero out that way. “I don’t believe any such balderdash! ” crossly replied Mr. Jobson. “I don’t be lieve that there’s that much coolness on the planet—the whole blooming sphere Is one gigantic blister, and I’m boiling right in the hottest part of it —blast such a climate as the one that’s dished out to us here, anyhow—l’ll bet that that Death Valley we read so much about isn’t a marker to it!” Whereupon Mrs. Jobson, espying the danger signal, subsided. After dinner Mr. Jobson rocked him self at a parlor window, wielding a palm leaf fan like a flail, and then he sud denly broke out; “Why, it’s funny I never thought of it before —it’s the swellest scheme that ever came into my head!” “What is?” dubiously inquired Mrs. Jobson, w’ho looked cool enough,prob ably because she wasn’t enpending foot tons of energy in fooling with a fan. “Why,” said Mr, Jobson, full of tftie enthusiasm of his great idea, “we’ll rent this house furnished —just as she stands —to some unfortunate couple idiotic enough to want to stay in Washington during the hot months, or that can’t get out of town during the heated spell— and we’ll go out into the country and board anywhere for the summer to Tenleytown, or Bladenburg, or Ana costa, or Falls Church —anywhere to get a breath of air and dodge the blamed Gehenna-like dog-days of Washington. Now, what d’ye think of that for a bully plan?” “But,” said Mrs. Jobson, “you know how you’ve always despised boarding, and how you like your home cooking, es pecially when all of the fresh vegetables and fruits are beginning to come to the markets, and —” “Just wait a minute, if you please,” Interjected Mr. Jobson. “This thing Is not a question of fresh fruits and veg etables—it so happens, I am glad to say, that I am not thinking of my stom ach every minute that I’m awake, like some people that I could mention —but it’i a plain question of whether you want to have nie In a parboiled state In Washington all summer, with the chances more than even that I'll be overcome by the heat in my own bed right in the middle of the night before autumn, or whether you can reconcile yourself to my having a breath of en durable country air while the hot months last. That’s the proposition in a nut shell, and I’ll be obliged if you’ll put yourself on record as to how you stand on it.” “Oh, you know how little I suffer from the heat,” began Mrs. Jobson, “and of course I want you to be comfortable, but—” “Well, it’s settled, then,” broke in Mr. Jobson. effectively choking off Mrs. Job son’s “but.” “I’ll write the ad. this even ing. and you can take it down first thing in the morning—elegant house, fully fur nished for housekeeping, for rent from June 1 to October I—rent1 —rent merely nom inal —something like that,” and Mr. Job son w r as so full of his great scheme that he went right upstairs and wrote the ad. End read it aloud to Mrs. Jobson. and then stuffed it into her chain purse, so that she would be sure to have it in serted o the following day. It was still exceedingly hot and hu mid on the following morning, and at the breakfast table Mrs. Jobson asked Mr. Jobson if he was still in the same mind as to renting the house, furnished, for the summer. “I don’t change my mind every 20 minutes. Mrs. Jobson,” he replied, crush ingly, as he wiped his brow before clap ping on his hat, Mrs. Jobson, obe dient to “orders,” had the ad. inserted that day. A cool, rollicking breeze out of the northwest sprang up that afternoon, and Mr. Jobson was whistling cheerily when he arrived home. “What a corking breeze this ’ud make for the yacht races!” he said, delighted ly, to Mrs. Jobson, as he ate his din ner with gusto—but Mrs. Jobson did not look happy. Mr, Jobson was watering the front grass with a hose, and humming to himself, when they began to arrive. “They” were the folks who had read the Jobson advertisement of a furnished house for the summer. Mr. Jobson had forgotten all about that affair, and he looked at the stream of prospective fur nished house tenants with amazement plentifully mixed with wrath. He dropped the garden hose and w'ent into the house and gloomed around the sit ting-room. while the procession of crit icising women, and their helpless, but half-ironical husbands, were taken all over the house by Mrs. Jobson. There was a lull in the procession along toward eight o’clock. “Mrs. Jobson,” sternly commanded Mr. Jobson, “you will please get on your hat —we are going to close this house up against this tide of impertinent rub bernecks, and go for a car ride.” Mr. Jobson kept his lips tightly com pressed until they were on board the car. Then he turned to Mrs. Jobson with an expression of deep pain. “So,” he said, sepulchrally, “you haja at last rigged up a scheme to take the roof from over my head, have you?” “Dear me,” began Mrs. Jobson, “didn’t you tell me to—” “You’ve finally cooked up a plan to have the things that it’s taken me years to get together macerated to pulp and ruined, and destroyed, hey?” said Mr. Jobson, ignoring her words, and warm ing up. “But it don’t go, madam —I’m telling you that —it don’t go.” “But,” hopelessly expostulated Mrs, Jobson, “didn’t you tell me that you were going to live In the country this summer, and —” “I’ve been living in Washington for a good many years, madam, and the cap ital of the United States is good enough for me,” broke in Mr. Jobson. “And if you think for a holy minute that you’re going to chase me out of my own home, during the best season of the year for housekeeping, just because you’re too ‘tired’ to keep house —if you think you're going to turn my bed over to any old riff-raff that comes along to sleep in —my chinaware to eat off of and smash to smithereens —my furniture to maul around and mess up—my piano ter pound rag-time tunes on —my bathtub to splash in—then, madam, the sooner I have you taken before a lunacy commis sion the better it's going to be for all hands, and I can tell you that that time is not far off, either! —Washington Star. Whit Is Carbon? To-day we affirm the necessity of carbon for the constitution of living organisms. But no one knows what carbon is. Doubtless the inhabitants of Rigel and Deneb —stars character ized by the rays of titanium and sili con —would understand nothing of the necessity for carbon. STARKVILLE, MISS., FRIDAY, AUGUST 7, 1903. Find 111 m Fallen Enemy. The Chcrokees were originally natives of Georgia, and were among the first of the tribes known to the early colonists from Europe, with whom they established friendly relations, and remained friends as long as the whites respected the treaties they had made. They were deter mined foes of the Shawnees, and drove them back from the coast to the Ohio river. They assisted the British in their conflicts with the French and sided with the United States against the British in the war of 1812. In 1838 they left their lands in the southwest and were removed to what is now the Indian Territory. During the civil w r ar they sided with the confederacy. There are more than 33,000 of them now living. AN OLD, OLD FLEET. Wat Sent by Sennacherib of Assyria Againnt Suxub of Chaldea. Among some of the earliest fleets mentioned in history was one built by the clever Phoenician shipbuilders for Sennacherib, king of Assyria, 700 years before Christ, or over twen ty-six hundred years ago, says St. Nicholas. It seems that this king had a much dreaded rival in a prince of Chaldea named Suzub. This prince lived in the marshes in a very un-get at-able place on some small island of the Persian gulf, from which Sen nacherib decided to oust him; and though Sennacherib and his people lived far inland, he conceived the bold design of making an attack on Suzub with a fleet brought by him from his own country. For this purpose he or dered the Phoenicians to construct “tall ships after their country,” meaning modeled like their own vessels, and to man them with sailors from Tyre and Sidon. This fleet, when ready, sailed some distance down the Tigris, which you will now find on the map of Turkey in Asia. Then the ships —just think of it! —were transferred overland, probably by means of wooden rollers, all the way to the great thoroughfare of the country, the big canal of Babylon. There the soldiers of Sennacherib were put on board and the fleet sailed down the canal to the Euphrates river. After much voyaging the ships, with all the troops, wound their way through the marshes which were at the mouth of the Euphrates, and came into the Per sian gulf. This was indeed a wonder ful undertaking to those land-bred peo ple, and muen doubt was in many minds as they voyaged down. Offerings of little golden images of ships and fishes were thrown into the water for Ea, the god of the sea, whose aid they hoped wodld decide the contest in their favor. Fortunately, after many trials and hardships, their efforts were in the end successful, and Suzub was obliged to fly from his stronghold and leave everything in the hands of the con queror. Grape Juice and Germs. Many physicians recommend grape juice wherever there is any danger of typhoid germs. It has long been claimed that lemon juice added to drinking wa ter was efficacious in destroying typhoid bacilli, but many weak stomachs cannot stand the continued use of it on account of its strong acidity. The Flihea of the Vile. A painstaking survey of the fishes of the Nile extended far up both Blue and White Niles, has just been com pleted. It adds 14 new species to about 90 known beforehand gives much oth er valuabl# information. FIRST MAKER OF STEEL. Contract Dated 1772 Xamlns the Pi* oneer Who Died at Afton, A'. V M Twenty Years Ago. A contract made by Cornelius Ather ton, the pioneer steel manufacturer in the United States, and bearing date of 1772, was found recently among the ef fects of Cornelius Atherton, Jr., who died about 20 years ago at Afton, N. Y. W. M. Atherton, of Chicago, a descend ant, found the document, reports the New York Tribune. By the terms of the contract Mr. Atherton agreed “to learn and instruct James and Ezra Reed in the art of making steel.” The con tract bore the signature of Thomas Bar low, of Kent, Litchfield county, Conn., who drew up the document, and that of the witness,Thomas Delano, great-uncle of Columbus Delano, secretary of the interior in President Grant’s cabinet, Mr. Barlow was a brother of Joel Bar low, United States minister to France under President Madison. When the Reeds signed the contract with Mr. Atherton, about 132 years ago, the colonies were entirely dependent upon England and Germany for their supply of steel. How Cornelius Ather ton became possessed of the knowledge of steel making is not known, but that he was the first steel manufacturer in this country has not been successfully disputed. Mr. Atherton was born in Cambridge, Mass., in 1736. He became connected with the Dover iron works In 1763, and six years later, with John and Samuel Adams and John Hancock, the manufac ture of firearms and cutlery was begun in Boston. The works were burned, supposedly by British soldiers, and soon after Mr. Atherton went to Pennsyl vania, and was one of the founders of Scranton, It was then called Slocum Hollow. Mr. Atherton died at Afton on December 4,1809, and a son was killed at the Wyoming (Pa.) massacre. James and Ezra Reed owned the Do ver iron works in which Mr. Atherton acted as manager for about five years. The old contract is highly prized by Mr. Atherton. Womanly AccomplUhnient. No girl, should he ashamed to do housework; it is a most womamly ac complishment. One can never be a really good housekeeper unless one has a practical knowledge of even the hum blest work in the house. It is a fallacy, for no one can command well who has not served. Learn to do and know how to direct. They Do Not Practice It. “Some men,” said Uncle Eben, “says dat honesty is de hes’ policy, an’ den seems puffickly willin’ to give deir neighbors a monopoly of its advan tages.”—Washington Star. NUMBER 22. i FRENCH PAPERS ARE COARSE. Little Regard for Truth or Decency hald to He a Noticeable Character Ist ic. Probably no age of the country, how ever degenerate, has ever produced so coarse and violent a press as that which now holds the ears of the French, writes Herbert Vivian in the Sovereign of London. Henri Rochefort, a man of high family and low mind, who has been sentenced to death and transported to a penal settlement for offenses w'hich the charitable pass over as political, is the leader of the school. His idea of political controversy is to heap abusive epithets of the vilest kind upon his political opponents and accuse them of every imaginable enormity without the least regard to the truth of his charges. A physical defect is peculiarly wel come to him as an occasion for a tor rent of vulgar ridicule. Did a supporter of Dreyfus suffer from the infirmity of a crooked back he would continue, day In and day out, to pillory him as a mon key, dwarf, gnome, homunculus or hunchback. Is a minister rubicund of countenance, he is never mentioned but as a toper, sot, bar loafer, habitual drunkard, winebag and brandy barrel; whenever he appears in public, he is represented as reeking with alcohol; if he walks to the tribune of the cham ber he is said to stagger, stumble or reel; if he makes a speech we are told that he stammers, hiccoughs, or vomits his words. Nor is this slander the mere eccen tricity of one degraded demagogue. Marquis de Rochefort has an enor mous following which buys many thou sand copies of his paper, the Intransi geant, simply and solely to gloat over his foul epithets. And at least half the press of the country mimics his meth ods of controversy. Clericals are load ed with such synonyms as thurifers, Jesuits, scarlatinas, red tails, confes sional-box bugs, vestry rats and boudi cusard, a parody of the word arefusard. Jews enjoy the epithets flat foot, hook nosed, usurers, youpins, youtres, dust bins, snatch-farthings, scavengers, car rotiers (skin-flints), carrion, scum of the ghetto and others which do not bear repetition. Reverencinjar the Old Bell. Old men, whose grandsires fought In the Revolution, have rushed forth from quiet homes to greet the Bell, and in their reverential fervor have kissed it with a prayer and blessing. In the col lege town of New Haven professors and students flocked to the Bell as to an oriflamb, and the president of the United States could not have been more royally received, and as the old cracked Bell passed by the assembled throngs every head was bared. Its ar rival in Boston was no less royal. This Bell has had many triumphs in its many travels on state occasions, but never in its history has its tour called forth such an cffectionate reception from a whole people. Those of Revo lutionary stock have not been the only ones to pay tribute. One of the most beautiful and significant incidents of the whole trip was the act of a little band of Italian school children in Jer sey City, w’ho, probably just acquaint ed with the story of the Bell, literally covered the venerated relic with flow ers as it passed through their city.— Boston Advertiser. Early Sqnirrcl Sconr^ea. Accounts of early writers show that squirrels must formerly have been amazingly numerous. Golman says that the gray coat was a fearful scourge to the colonial farmers and that Penn sylvania paid £B,OOO in bounties for their scalps in 1749 alone. This meant the destruction of 640,000 within a comparatively small district In the early days of western settlement regu lar hunts were organized by the in habitants, who would range the woods in two companies from morning till night, vying as to which band should bring home the greatest number of trophies. The quantities thus killed are almost incredible now. —Boston Budget. Easily Accomplished. ‘Td like to be popular out here,’* said the millionaire from the east. “Wall, pard,” drawled Amber Pete, *if you want the boys to think you are any good you must kill your man.” “That sb? All right. I’ll have my chauffeur let me run my automobile.” —Chicago Dally News. Minerals ia Manchuria. The mineral resources of Manchuria, as shown even by the surface scratch ing that has been done, are simply stu pendous. Asa wealth-giver, it may send more to St. Petersburg for the next half century than India will to London.