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THE STARKVILLE NEWS.
VOLUME 11. I Diplomacy I By J. C. PLUMMER | (Copyright, 1903, by Daily Story Pub. Cos.) THE schooner Emma Louise hav ing discharged her cargo and taken on ballast for another coast wise trip, Mr. Cross, chief officer, temporarily free from the cares of office, leaned over the port rail, gazed at the sun-lit harbor and chewed meditatively. Capt. Snow, emerging from the cabin, gazed wistfully at nis mate, and filling his pipe in a nervous and distraught manner, walked over and leaned beside him. “I want your advice and your as sistance, George.” said the captain. 4 ‘YonTe good at arrangin’ things. Yon know Mrs. Bland?” “The red-haired widow, of Water street?” asked Mr. Cross, “Golden hair, not red,” corrected Capt. Snow. “Yes; she is the lady. I’ve been visitin’ her for three years, and I want to sign charter papers with her for a life’s v’vage.” “I don’t favor marryin’,” put in Mr. Cross. “I know you don’t,” replied the captain, “and from what you’ve told me, I don’t blame yon, but for that reason your experience is vallyble. Some people don’t know women.” “I do,” said Mr. Cross, viciously. “All women ain’t alike.” urged the captain. “In respect to makin’ their hus bands uncomfortable with fussin’ all are alike in my eyes,” retorted Mr. Cross, firmly. Without contesting this pessimistic position, Capt. Snow hurried on: “I want your advice. George, about askin’ her to consent.” “Haven’t yon asked her?’’ inquired Mr. Cross, with surprise. “I haven’t,” admitted the captain. •T don’t just see my way. I’ve a rival. George.” “Ah,” said the mate. “A fellow named Brent has been visitin’ her regular for the past two weeks, and hr seems to draw a deal of water. He’s one of those dressy chaps, somewhat younger than I am.” “I guess he is,” remarked Mr. Cross, abstractedly. Capt. Snow gazed resentfully at his head officer a moment, then smothering his wrath, continued: “I want to know how to shut the wind out of his sails?” “Lick him,” replied the mate, tersely. “That wouldn’t do. If T beat him Tip bad, she’d be sure to pity him, and that’s next to lovin’.” “Let him batter you up, then,” ad vised Mr. Cross, But Uapt. Snow objected to this plan and asked for some other idea. Mr. Cross spat out his quid, looked his commander in the face and said, with earnestness; “This calls for di plomacy” “What sort of a rig is that?” in quired Capt. Snow. “Diplomacy,” said Mr. Cross, “is mailin’ due north and makin’ every body think you are sailin’ due south.” Capt. Snow opened his eyes. “Yes,” continued the mate. “I can make this lady hoist her colors so we can tell just how she feels towards you. and she won’t know what we are doin’.” Capt. Snow expressed a desire to hear the plan. “Women,” said Mr. Cross, “go crazy over bravery. In all the stories they fall in love with the fellow, what res coos them from a bull or a fire, no matter what sort of a lubber he is. My plan is this: You ask Mrs. Bland to tea on this schooner to-morrow evenin’. When we’re all moored at the table I’ll get Tommy, the cabin boy, to fall overboard. He can swim like a duck, and the weather’s so warm he won’t mind it. Then I’ll call ‘man overboard,’ and you’ll jump up and pile overboard —” “Who’ll pile overboard?” inter jpupted the captain. “You will,” replied Mr. Cross, calm ly. *‘You’ll pile overboard and save the lad. When she sees you over in the river, if she loves you she’ll squeal out for you to save yourself for her sake, if she don’t, it’s best you should know how she feels. “It might work,” muttered the captain. STARKVILLE, MISS., FRIDAY, AUGUST 21, 1903. •‘Might work —it will work,” said Mr. Cross. “I can hear her now cry in’ out for you not to get drowned.” Capt. Snow was plainly moved by this picture. “Well,” said he. “I don’t mind trying it.” “All right,” exclaimed the diplo matist, “I’ll be handy with a line and if a raan-eatln’ shark is coming after you I’ll jump over with my knife.” Capt. Snow looked searchingly at his mate, but that gentleman’s face being unruffled, he sighed and went below\ The invitations to the feast, em bracing Mrs. Bland and her married sister, were sent out, and on the ap pointed afternoon the two officers, both intensely uncomfortable in their b?st clothes, directed impatient glances up the wharf. “Here she comes,” announced the captain, in tones tremuluous with nervousness. “Who’s that tall chap with her?” asked Mr. Cross. “By crickey,” exclaimed Capt. Snow, “that’s Brent. That’ll shiver our plans all to pieces.” “Not a bit of it,” retorted the op timislic Mr. Cross. “Diplomacy isn’t stopped by one Brent or a thou sand. The visitors being assisted on board, Mrs. Bland explained that, as her sister could not come, she had impressed Mr. Brent as an escort. “Glad to see him,” said the captain, mendaciously, and then the sol emnity of introducing the visitors to Mr. Cross was performed, after which they all sat down to the table. Tea, cold tongue, biscuits and cake w’ere being partaken of and Mr. Cross came out most wonderfully as a con versationalist, when Tommy, in obe dience to a wink from the mate, strolled forward with a most ex pansive grin on his freckled face. Just as he reached the heel of the bowsprit he suddenly disappeared, and . Ir. Cross, who had been watch ing him out of the corner of his eye, sprang to his feet and rushed for ward, crying in a stentorian voice: “Man overboard!” “Whereaway?” shouted the cap tain, springing to his feet and rush ing amidships. “On the port bow,” yelled the mate, and Mrs. Bland and Mr. Brent, both pale w.ith excitement, hurried towards the bow. Capt. Snow threw' off his coat and sprang on the rail. lie intended grasping the rigging, but in his hurry his hand slipped and in a mo ment he was floundering in the water. “Mercy on us,” screamed Mrs. Bland; “he’ll drown. Save him somebody.” “Works like a charm,” muttered Mr. Cross, who, like a true scientist, was so absorbed in w'atching the re sult of his plan that he overlooked the plight of his commander, who was beating the water with his hands and sending forth intermittent WORLD WEARY. Mother! Your little boy comes home again So lonely for the love of yesterday! Cuddle me down in your dear arms as then. For 1 am tired of play! Kiss, kiss minp eyelids down all tenderly. Just as of old, that so to me may seem All this w’orld-weariness which mocks at me Is but a dream—a dream! Mother! I want to whisper in your ear The same sweet prayer your own lips taught to me Long. long ago. for surely God will hear A child so near to thee! Mother! 'Your little boy has wandered far Adown the years—but still a little child, I want to toddle back home w here you are And see you as you smiled Upon me last, and dying, gave me to The gentle Mother Nature’s care and keep; I am so tired, dear, and I want you To rock me back to sleep! —Laurence Curran Hodgson, in St. Paul Dispatch. A REGION OF HORRORS. Place Assigned (or Chinamen Who Do Not Live Ip to tire Racial Rale. Chinese purgatory has been graph ically described in & Shanghai journal, which has been vividly depicting the horrors of that region. Asa specimen of what celestials expect who show no respect for written or printed paper, throw down dirt or rubbish near pagodas or temples, or eat beef, we will take the sixth court. This court is situated at the bottom of the great ocean north of the Wuchiao rock. It is a vast, noisy gehenna, many leagues in extent, and around it are 16 wards. mouthfuls of water and shouts fo help. “Won’t somebody do something!** cried Mrs. Bland. “Mr. Brent, try save the captain; that other man seems turned to stone.” Thus adjured Mr, Brent seized a rope and hurled it recklessly in the direction of the floundering mariner. By a lucky chance, the end of the line struck Capt. Snow on the head, and he managed to grasp it. Then, with the assistance of the mate, who had awakened from his scientific trance, the captain was dragged on board. “Run below and change your clothes,” cried Mrs. Bland. “You’ll catch your death of cold.” “At your age, too,” put in Mr. Brent. The captain scowded at Mr. Brent and hurled a most malevolent glance in the direction of Mr. Cross, then he hurried to the cabin, leaving a trail of moisture behind him. When he disappeared down the ladder, Tommy climbed up the bob stay, where he had been squatting, and in a perfect spasm of grins, fled into the forecastle. When Capt. Snow, in dry raiment, returned to the deck, he accepted congratulations in a melancholy manner, and drawing Mr. Brent to one side, whispered; “I’m much obliged to you, .you saved my life, for that lubber of a mate don’t know enough to cast a line to a drowning man. I’m great on gratitood, and I give you the right o’ way.” “Give me what?” asked the aston ished Mr. Brent. “Why,” said the captain, “I take it we are both steerin’ for the same port —Mrs. Bland. I now drop an chor in your favor.” “I don’t egzaetly understand yon, captain,” said Mr. Brent. “You are courting Mrs. Bland,” re plied the captain, “so at a I. Yon saved my life. I retire from the race.” “Capt. Snow,” said Mr. Brent, sol emnly, “I have married five years to Mrs. Bland’s cousin. I was merely paying .a few visits at her house while in the ity.” “I have made a mistake in my ob servations,” said the captain. “I beg your pardon, sir.” Mr. Brent chuckled. “I expect she helped you make the mistake,” said he. “She’s a bit of a flirt, and may be she wanted to hurry you on.” “Do you think so?” asked the cap tain, eagerly. “She’s down in the cabin now.” re plied Mr. Brent. “If I was you, I’d go down there and ask her.” “I’ll do it,” said the captain, and. pressing the hand of Mr. Brent with fervor he hurried into the cabin. After a short lapse of time he re appeared with Mrs. Bland leaning bashfully on his arm. “The launch takes place just two weeks from to-day,” announced the captain, beaming with victory. In the first ward the souls are made to kneel for long periods on iron shot. In the second they are placed up to their necks in filth. In the third they are pounded till the blood runs out. In the fourth their mouths are opened with iron pincers and filled full of needles. In the fifth they are bitten by rats. In the sixth they are inclosed by a not of thorns and nipped by locusts. In the seventh they are crushed to jelly. In the eighth their skin is lacerated and they are beaten on the raw. In the ninth their mouths are filled with fire. In the tenth they are licked by flames. In the eleventh they are subjected to noisome smells. In the twelfth they are butted by oxen and trampled on by horses. In the thirteenth their hearts are scratched. In the fourteenth their heads are rubbed till their skulls come off. In the fifteenth they are chopped in two at the waist. In the sixteenth their skin is taken off and roiled up into spills. A Powerful Stimulant. One of our correspondents, says the Scientific American, recently passed through a peculiar experience. He tasted of a small fraction of a grain of radium. It acted as a powerful stimulant, affect ing both the heart and kidneys. It was several hours before his pulse became normal. It affected the mind also, pro ducing hallucinations. * Couldn’t Change Her Looks. Harry —Blanche says she has insuper able reasons for remaining single. Horace—Yes, I know what they are. “Then she has told you?” “No, but I have seen her.”—Boston Transcript THE FOX ' Find the Actor. A Fox was one day rummaging in the house of an actor, and came across a very beautiful mask. Putting his paw on the forehead, he said: “What a handsome face we have here! Pity it is that it should want brains.” MORAL.—This Is leveled at that numerous part of mankind, who, out of their ample fortunes, take care to accomplish themselves with everything but common s,ense. BASS THAT WON’T STRIKE. Peculiarity of the Pink-Eyes, Bronsed Beauties of Boot Lake, Wisconsin. The small-mouthed or pink-eyed bass is supposed to be as game as any fish, and generaly it is. Commonly it strikes savagely at spoon or live bait, rushing at the lure from 20 feet away and fighting from the moment of impact until it is hauled in conquered. There are exceptions, however, and one of them is furnished by Boot lake, a beautiful body of water in the south western part of Vilas county, Wisconsin, says the New York Sun. It would be hard to say how many anglers have gone to Boot lake and fished it according to approved methods and come away dis appointed, though they were assured that its waters contained many fish and knew afterw’ard from its appearance that this must have been so. The small-mouthed bass of Boot lake are the real thing, beautifully modelled, beautifully bronzed, of large size and fierce. They do not differ in looks or voracity from the small-mouths of streams w'hich are famous for the sport they afford. But they will not hit or strike at anything. In fishing for pink-eyed bass common ly It is sufficient to make a good cast In favorable water with frog, minnow’ or spoon and reel in slowly or swiftly, trusting the fish to strike at the bait as it comes through the water. It is an axiom that a bass can see a moving lure through 20 feet of clear water and will strike at it from that distanced hungry or angered. Upon any bait cast and reeled through the water of Boot lake the pink-eyed bass looks with indifference. There is one w’ay to get them and but one. The boat must be rowed w’ith much slowness some 50 feet out from the bank. The angler sits in the stern and plays out 30 feet of line. There must be enough lead on the line to sink minnow’ or frog to depth of eight feet. With the boat moving slowdy and dragging the lure the pink-eyes will bite. This is really trolling at about one-tenth of the usual trolling speed. Even so, the fish bite, but do not strike. There is nothing of the usual impetuous rush and whirring of the reel as the silk is snatched out. Instead, pink-eyes, game as pebbles, muscular and fast, weighing from two to five pounds, and with the blood of generations of fighters in them, ap proach the slowly moving bait cautious ly, swim in its wake and then nibble at It much as if they were perch. Time must be given to them in which to de cide that they like it and time to take it fairly within their mouths. A Boot lake black bass after a trolled frog will consume five minutes in mak ing up its mind to grasp the morsel as far up as the hook. First it Inspects the frog and bites the tip of its hind legs gently. Then it takes the frog in its mouth as far up at the juncture of the hind legs with the body. NUMBER 21. Then it takes out ten feet of line Idl*- surely: then it ejects the frog for a mo ment and instantly seizes it again, tak ing it in this time headforemost. Then the angler may give the wrist-jerk that sinks in the barb. Once this is done there Is no difference between the behavior of a Boot lake pink-eye and any other pink-eye. It will fight as swiftly and savagely and long, come out of the water as often, be as much trouble to capture and afford as much pleasure in the combat. There are many bass in Boot lake, and on certain summer days the number a man may catch is unlimited, provided he knows how. He will need a guide or friend to row the boat, which must not travel faster than a mile an hour. The minnow or frog must be suffered to sink deep, and the fisherman must have pa tience to wait until the nibbler has taken the bait fairly. THE NEED OF COURTESY. : An Important Fact for the People of America to Take Into Consideration, There is one thing Americans should learn, if they are to continue to be a colonial power, and that is courtesy to people with dark skins, says the Boston Transcript. There are plenty of people under our jurisdiction now who are dark-skinned, and some “as black as the ace of spades.” If we hold our posses sions there will come to this country black magistrates, black judges, black men of the colonial and civil services. If they are to be denied hotel accommo dations because of the color of their skins, as the chief justice of Liberia has been denied them in New York, they will go back home in a mood eminently favorable to sedition. The unfortu nate Liberian, though a sick man. has been refused accommodations every where, and has passed most of his time in a cab searching for lodgings. In Paris he would have found no trouble in securing comfortable lodgings; he would have been invited to the dis tinguished visitor’s seat beside a French judge; and, his identity being known, sentries would present arms to him. France has many colored colonial sub jects, and spares nothing to hold their good will. To do the French justice, their courtesy to colored people springs from a nobler motive than expediency. Tell a Frenchman about colorphobia in the United States, and he shrugs hia shoulders and says: “With us it is the man, not the skin.” London is not so liberal, but on the other hand, offi cial position commands respectful treat ment without regard to color. -Will Get It Eventually. ' “That rich old uncle of yours is aw-* rully stingy.” \ “Yes. I have been showing him lately how he can live even cheaper than ho has been.” “What’s your idea in that?” “That’s the only way I have of saving moneyPhiladelhpia Press.