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THE STARKVILLE NEWS.
VOLUME 11. A SONG OF DUTY. Borrow comes and sorrow goes. Life is flecked with shine and shower. Now the tear of grieving flows. Now w© smile In happy hour; Death awaits us, every one— Toller, dreamer, teacher, writer— Let us then, ere life be done. Make the world a little brighter! Burdens that our neighbors bear Easier let us try to make them; Chains, perhaps, our neighbors wear. Let us do our best to break them. From the straitened brain and mind Let us loose the binding fetter. Let us, as the Lord designed. Make the world a little better! Selfish brooding sears the soul. Makes the heart a nest of sorrows. Darkening the shining goal Of the sun-illumined morrows; Wherefore should our lives be spent Daily growing blind and blinder? Let us, as the Master meant. Make the world a little kinder! —Denis A. McCarthy, in Good Counsel Magazine. At the End of the Trail By J. W. HUNT (Copyright, 1903, by Daily Story Pub. Cos.) Uncle Amos, somebody’ killed Marjory!” The speed with which she had come left scant breath to deliver her mes sage, and she jerked it out in short g*asps to the old man sitting so peace fully in a rocking chair on the litGe porch, bringing him to h*s feet with something of the vigor of 20 years be fore, while a motherly little old wom an hurried out from her task in the kitchen, her flour-smeared hant*s raised to Heaven in shocked surprise. Horror was on the faces of her au ditors as the girl sobbed her tale. They had been gathered about the piano, she. Marjory and two girl friends. Marjory was playing. The windows were open. In the midst of the mus'fC there was a shot and Marjory, clash ing her side, tumbled from her se?*i and died, almost without a word. Who had done it? They had not stopped to Inquire. While a servant had run for the nearest doctor she had hurried fop Uncle Amos. As he listened there were reflected in the old man’s eyes the qualities which had made him the recognized power that he was in the little com munity. the shrewd common sense, the. unfaltering resolution, the undaunted courage of a born leader of men. A few rapidly spoken orders set busy hands at work on strap and buckle., and almost before the messenger had finished her tale a buggy, drawn by a fast-stepping horse, was brought around from the stable and Unck- Amos had taken his seat and ttirnrd the animal’s head into the shady la:ie that led toward the scene of the term ed y. It was a setting fitter for a pastoral than a tale af blood, that rambling house, hiding its gable ends in clam bering rose vines and crouched in the shade of noble elms. Always one of the picturesque spots of the neighbor hood. it had lost nothing of its attrac tiveness in the hands of its new ten ant. Mrs. Dennison, who two years be fore had come into the community and made her home at Rose Gable. As she made no secret of the fact that she was unhappily married and had separated from her husband, the good people re garded her rather askanpo, untit, won the charming simplicity and blame- Jessness of her life, they had recon structed their code of ethics on a broader scale and had ended by loving her. And now' she was dead. 4 mur dered! Who could have done it? What did it mean? Uncle Amos asked himself these questions time and time again while his trotter drew' him swiftly to the scene of the tragedy, but he was far from imagining an answer when he drew rein in the drive before the house and confronted the tear-stained faces of the household. Silently lie listened to their recital of the occurrence, •which added nothing to what he had already learned from Lucy. “The shot was fired through this window; the position of the ground proves as much, and the assassin prob ably fired 1 from that- clump of lilacs, gee, it is a perfect line from there to the piano.” It was the doctor who spoke. “And has search been made that *ray?” asked Uncle Amos, waving his hand in the direction of the lilacs. “Every foot of the ground has been gone over, clear to the road.” * “And you have found —” “Nothing. Absolutely nothing, ex cept a broken stalk of the lilac bush.” , “Broken, how?” - STARKVILLE, MISS., FRIDAY, AUGUST 14, 1903. “With the hand, apparently. It is at about the height cf a man and looks as though it might have been twisted aside and broken by someone hieing there who wished a clearer view of the house.” “And has any one touched it since?” “Touched it? No.” “Then there is a way,” Uncle Affios exclaimed. “See to it that no one dis turbs the place until I return.” “But what are you going to do?” “Get the bloodhound from the peo ple at the old quarry and put him on the scent; arouse the neighborhood and run the scoundrel to earth.” Without further words he clambered into his buggy and, gathering up the lines, was whirled away into the lengthening shadows of the after noon. The sun had almost set when the buggy, followed by men, women and children, all who were able to walk, again drew up before the door of Rose Gable. The great brute was lifted out and stretching its gaunt, powerful form after the cramping ride, rolled on the soft, cool grass, like a puppy. And the crowd watched it in silence, awed by the thing they had come to do, standing in the shadow of this house of death. Guided by the doctor and Uncle Amos, the foreman, grasping the nail-studded leather collar of the dog, led him to the clump of lilacs, raised his heavy muzzle and laid it along the broken stalk. Mute sur prise in the beast’s eyes only. Fur ther along, above the fracture. An eager sniffing told that it understood, that it had the scent. Dropped to all fours, the dog sniffed the ground eagerly, ran hither and thither, circled around the lilac bush, then, tossing its head high, with a long deep-chested bay, it laid its muzzle once more to the ground, and, drag ging the quarryman who held it with a stout leathern thong, it set off across the lawn. It was on the trail. And those who heard, thrilled with the savage music of that bay, which awoke in their own breasts the latent savagery of the human beast, iheir pulses beat to a faster measure, the righteous indignation of an outraged neighborhood, for the moment gave place to the fierce exultation of the hunters of wild beasts. Primeval man aw oke in them and. scorning the chas tening effects of centuries, rejoiced in the chase. Eagerly the dog tugged at his collar, as eagerly the crowd of young and old pressed in its wake. Yes, here was where he got through the hedge. It could be seen plainly, the gap. now that the dog pointed the way. To the right along the lane as far as the stile; over this and across the fields by the footpath to the parsonage, straight on into the village. What stranger had passed through that day? Eagerly they asked each other the question. None could answer it. And the won der grew' as step by step the keen scented dog tracked the footsteps of this unknown fugitive, followed them into the various familiar places in the village, the store, the blacksmith shop, the post office. Men looked at fach other with wonder and suspicion. What did it mean? Eagerly the dog strained at his leash; quicker and ever quicker he dragged his keeper along. Again into the fields, back again into the village, then along the road, back to the house of death. Un erringly, without a moment’s hesita tion, the great beast -rugged along. TO DETECT BAD FOOD. / Microscopic Laboratory I* Estab lished in Connection with the Department of Agriculture. For the purpose of insuring pure food for the people of this country Secretary Wilson has established a microscopic laboratory in connection with the chem ical division of the department of agri culture. Already it has been demon strated that unscrupulous dealers are palming off artificial coffee and other impure food on the public. The sup posed coffee berries were regularly shaped and colored, but were composed of chicory, starch and other ingredients, and when ground presented about the usual appearance of coffee. Cocoa has come in for some curious results under the microscope, and in fact there is now no branch of the depart ment of agriculture where this instru ment does not play an important part. A large photo-microscopic camera oc cupies one side of a large room, and is so arranged that foods under inspection may be photographed and the picture thrown upon a screen in the natural col ors —a thing of inestimable value to students of grain and vegetable dis ease. I ▲ microtone for cutting up articles for waking the echoes of the coming night with his deep-throated bay, which an nounced that he still held the trail and it was growing warm. Tense with the eagerness of the ques% they fol lowed the hurrying dog. shrinking each from the other in the nameless suspicion fast grow ing in every breast. Arrived at the lawn before the house, the hound turned promptly toward the lilac bush. But it did not go quite to it. At a point some dozen feet short of the shrub it turned off and headed again across the lawn toward the gap in the hedge. Again to the right, along the lane, over the stile, across the fields. The dog was tracking the track ing party. Among those who followed this hunt for a man was the hunted man himself. Lifelong friends eyed each other askance: in each face was a look writ by horror and trepidation, which to the superficial might appear the look of guilt itself. Each suspect ed his neighbor and felt himself sus pected. Vain in that universal uneasi ness to seek to read the really guilty one. Nothing to do but to follow on this overlying trial, around and around until the end. Back a third time to Rose Gable, the attendant followers now lengthened to a trailing que, as the dog pressed more eagerly forward, and the more infirm among the followers lost ground, un able to keep up. though none dreamed of dropping out. Ranting, nearly over come, a little group brought up the rear, entering the grounds just as the head of the party, led by the indom itable hound, was emerging from the gap in the hedge. The man holding the leash stumbled and the dog, thrown forward by his own weight, overran the scent and for a moment was at fault. He had it again in a second, however, and with a bay of rejoicing resumed the tracking, but in the other direction. Back again to the gate of Rose Gable, back across the lawn, and with a snarl of rage the great beast tore itself free from the restraining hand that, held him and sprang at the throat of Jasper Downes. “And the sentence of the court is that you be taken back to the place where you have been confined and be kept there until the 20th of March, when you shall lie hanged by the neck until you be dead. And may God have mercy on your soul.” The famous trial was over at last, and the villagers filed out of the court room. silent and awed; still under the influence of the impressive scene in which they had just played a part. “VVho’d ’ve thought it? Jasper Downes, of all men! Why. I’d ’most as soon ’ve believed it of myself.” It was Homer Gough who spoke to Uncle Amos, but he voiced the thought of the country-side, which had not yet recovered from the amazement into which the unexpected climax of the Rose Gable tragedy had thrown them. For Ja-sper Downes had lived all his life amongst them, beloved for his gentle nature. “The human heart is a curious puz zle,” said Uncle Amos. “There’s never any telling what anbody’H do. You all know how Jasper loved his half brother. and how he took that broth er’s going to the bad to heart. Of course he thought it was the wife’s fault, and when he saw' her living re spected by the community, happy ap parently. while his mother’s son, the man he loved better than he loved his life, was an outcast and drunkard, he lost his head.” investigation, such as fruit, vegetables and grain, to the two hundred and twen ty-five-thousandth part of an inch, is one of the new equipments. Arrange ments are made for photographing these minute wafers while under the micro scope, and from the enlarged sections are made transparencies for throwing upon the screen. A test was made recently of spruce and linen pulp for the manufacture of paper in this country, and it was found the manufacturers were being imposed upon by the importers, and through the determination of the microscopist thou sands of dollars were saved. In import ing sumac into this country fraud was constantly practised on dealers and manufactures. This was stopped through this department. This ap paratus Is also used for getting at the disease of wheat and other grain, and also the adaptability of certain varieties of wheat to different climates, besides ascertaining the amount of starch and other nutritive qualities devloped under certain soil and climatic conditions. Servla’s Time Pf* The Chicago Daily News remark* that Bulgaria is thinking of having a war. Servia cannot be permitted to monopolize all the notoriety in the Balkan* Parks a Cure for Crime By HON. CHAS. S. DENEEN, State's Attorney for Cook County, Illinois. classes thrive and multiply, and at the same time, establish that environment which produces bodies and clean habits, and a great stride has been taken in solving the crime problem which confronts; every large city. Ninety per cent, of the criminal class in Chicago is due directly to environment.! Here in a city that has the largest criminal court in; the world the acquired traits of criminality must be* attributed to physical conditions on the West side,| in the First ward, and along the river, southwest, and northwest, where 90 per cent, of the criminal clasi* is found. Our jails are not filled with elderly criminals, but with boys from i6 to 20 years old, who have taken to crime as the natural outlet for their restless disposition, and they make the most dangerous class, i Whether David in his hasty declaration that all men are liars was correct in his judgment or not, I am not prepared to say, but of this I am strongly convinced, that all children are liars. They can't help it. They see things in the concrete, and until they are trained they can’t associate ideas with truth. For this reason the surroundings of child life must be those which will most surely aid in overcoming these natural tendencies. 1 Crowded tenements must give place to sanitary and wholesome and roomy buildings in which the poor can live. The street as a play ground must be abandoned for the greeen sward and well-equipped and well-managed playground. There were 70,000 arrests in Chicago last year, and if crime is to be reduced, the city must spend less money for police pro tection and more for parks and playgrounds in the congested dis tricts. I HM COST OF TRAIN LUXURY. Room and Comfort for Paienser Materially Add* to the Ex* / prune of Travel. It may be asked why the railway loco motive does not pull passengers at a lower rate. Because, says the Engineer ing Magazine, it gives passengers so much room, comfort and hig speed that it has to carry a ton of dead weight for each passenger. A locomotive weigh ing 100 tons pulls, at 45 miles per hour, 12 cars weighing 600 tons and contain ing 760 people, weighing 50 tons, assum ing the passengers to be men, women and children, but chiefly men, and to average 131 pounds each; 1,400 pounds of dead weight per passenger, when every seat Is taken. But cars cannot average more than seven-tenths full. The railway carries free the passen ger’s 150-pound trunk, and sends with him toilet rooms, heating stoves and bedrooms. These houses on wheels, and the locomotive which draws them, have to be made very heavy in order to get the great strength made necessary by high speed. If the railway could dis pense with these comforts and luxuries, and carry passengers packed closely in side and on top of low-roofed, ram shackle, vehicles, like the old stage, and at slow speed, it could pull passengers at one-tenth to one-twen tieth the price of the old stage. Ooald Never Happen. Mrs. Leslie M. Shaw, wife of the sec retary of the treasury, has always been noted for her wit. It is said of her that a young man of humorous bent one day exclaimed in her presence; ‘‘What could be more dreadful for a woman after mending her husband’s coat than to find in one ot the pockets a love letter from an other woman?” “Fortunately,” said Mrs. Shaw, “that could never happen. The woman would find the letter first, and then she would not mend the coat.” Rather Qare Him Away. Fond Father (showing off his off spring’s intelligence)—Now, Elsie dear, what is a cat? Elsie —Dunno. “Well, what’s that funny little animal that comes creeping up the stairs when every one’s in bed?” Elsie (promptly) —Papa.—John Bull. Uncle Reuben Sayit When I find & wallet in de road 1 look at de facts in de case an’ keep it; when I lose my own I look at de prin ciple of de thing an’ expect de finder to return it. —Detroit Free Press. On tbe Same Plane. Foreign Attache—Are they on the same plane socially? American—Oh, yes; they exchange snubs regularly.—Town Topics. A Justice ot tbe Peaee. Patti's husband, Baron Cederstrom, has been appointed a justice of the peace in the county of Brecon, Wales. NUMBER 23. AMERICAN LITERATURE. Vaat Majority of Oar Reading Prac tically Worthless from a Lit erary Standpoint. A cursory glance through the various magazines of the day presents to the reader a very discouraging outlook and yet one which has been long expected. With a few exceptions, the vast major ity of our reading matter is practically worthless, from a literary standpoint. It is a mere dainty bubble, good only for a few short moments, and then breaks and is gone. It has no stability, no worth, expresses no meaning, teaches no lesson. The world of to-day, so far as literary pursuits are concerned, is like a small child who reaches for the sweets and lets the solid foods go untouched. Pleasure first, by fair means or foul, is the motto of the present day generation. And the majority of our publications are awak ening to this fact and preparing to cater to the public taste. Periodicals that have hitherto occupied a distinguished place among the literary guides have abolished to a certain extent all matter; that would be helpful and needful to mankind for the lighter style of work. Even those who still cling to the old idea of giving food for thought to the serious minded reserve some space for love sto ries, light poetry and the like, all of which, sooner or later, will encroach upon the other’s territory until it en tirely occupies the pages of the periodi cal. Asa matter of fact, we take life too lightly. Few really seriously consider the tasks set before them. If any con scientious thought presents itself, we push it aside for some frivolous, idle notion that can do no good and may bring harm, says the Memphis Commer cial-Appeal. Literature has for ages been looked upon as one of the highest branches of man’s education. It is the means whereby the persons most fitted for the task may give to the world such truths and teachings as are necessary to their intellectual life. And no one can gainsay the fact that without the liter ary efforts of the few of our older writ ers latter-day scribes would not occupy the positions they now fill. His Church Record. Jacob Riis began life as a Lutheran, then became a Methodist, later a Con gregationalist and is now an Episco palian. Couldn’t Scare Him. “Colonel,” said the fair hostess to the hero of many battles, “are you fond of classical music?” , “Madam,” replied the gallant colonel, “I’m not afraid of It.” —Chicago Daily News. \ Victim** of Cancer. Among sailors 445 in a million die of cancer; among miners only 122 per mil lion die of this disease. Farias Expense* Now. Madison Square Garden paid expenses last year, for the first time since It wa* built. 4 -