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THE STARKVILLE NEWS.
VOLUME 11. I Woman Disposes | I By i | JOHN C. FI SC H BECK | (Copyright. 1903, by Dally Story Pub. Oo.) THIS happened 20 years ago, when good Mr. Spotswood was governor of this fair province of Virginia. I was a young gallant then, and not a some what sluggish dullard, as I have be come. And Mme. Clarendon, whom you maj see knitting placidly by the window yonder, was neither elderly nor gray haired. She was as lissom© a young lass as one might wish to see, and when I saw her first, riding along a country lane on her palfrey, I felt that Cupid’s arrows had wounded me once for all. Now, this is a bit of personal history, and refers to Christmas time and stormy weather, such as sometimes happens, though but rarely, in our Virginia. There were many merry-makings in the coun try in those days, when the example of a pleasure-loving monarch, howbeit he dwelt across the seas, encouraged his people in all such harmless indulgences. It was at a neighbor’s place, where we w r ere enjoying a dance, not long before the beginning of the holiday season, that I made my bow' to sweet Mistress Pru dence Haywood. But she would have none of me, tossing her pretty head and bustling off on the arm of one of her oth er suitors. I thought this a bad beginning, but re minded me of the proverb about the brave and the fair, and determined to press my suit. It chanced that her father had been an old comrade of mine in the Indian wars, and I soon found means to visit him. The old man re ceived me cordially, and as we sat over our mugs in the comfortable wainscotted hall of his fine old dwelling, he rehearsed to me the eventful story of his cam paigns. I listened with outward re spect, but, as I confess with some shame, with small attention; because Mistress Prudence served us from time to time, as the mugs ran dry—talking being thirsty w ork —as my eyes and ears w ere for her alone. I need not say that once established in the good man’s graces. I was assiduous in my wooing. But Prudence put me off with the art of which every maid, however country bred, is mistress. At the end of the twelvemonth I knew no better how I stood in her estimation than ( did at the beginning. Christmas eve was approaching, and with the decline of the year came fre quent storms and tremendous snows, such as the people of the vicinage had not seen for a time longer than com passed by the memory of the oldest man amongst us. Travel w’as not only diffi cult, but perilous, and hardly a morn ing passed but brought tidings of dis tress, not rarely coupled with the news that some daring equestrian had suc cumbed* to the cold, or been ’whelmed in a treacherous creek. I could not leave my lonely hall in such w'eather without a decent excuse, and fora week searched in vain for a reasonable pretext to dare the dangerous roads and see Prudence again. I was very much in love, and it seemed at length as though I would risk any danger, just to see her sweet face again. At last I could no longer deny the gratification of my desire. So, saddling my horse, Dobbin, I pushed through the heavy drifts and on to Holloway hall, passing over the great stone bridge across the river which separates the tw'o estates. I noted that the ice had ac cumulated perilously against the cen tral arch of the bridge, and remarked to myself that there would be risk, an’ the weather moderated not, of the ancient structure collapsing before the tre mendous pressure. At another time or on another mission, I might have dis mounted and made an examination of the masonry, but I pushed on, assuring myself that there was no immediate peril, and that the stonework had stood 50 winters, even if none so severe as this, and would doubtless survive a few brief days of stress. As I brushed the snow from my cloak in the porch of Holloway, I could not but feel a sense of foolishness, for having ventured on a visit at a time so evident ly unpropitious. Old Master Hayw'ood w r as absent, but Prudence met me at the door. “Why, Master Clarendon,” she said, saucily, “ ’tis a rough wind that blows you hither. Shall I bid you welcome, or no?” “As you prefer," I answered, somewhat stiffly, for I was nettled at the mockery in her eyes. “But since I come so far and by such dangerous roads, I may tell you that I have an object in doing so." A sudden color flamed into her cheeks, and she drew back with a little exclama- STARKVILLE, MISS., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1904. tion, partly surprise and partly coquetry —for such is the manner of girls. “Fear not,” I cried, the sight of her dear face putting to flight all the timidity of the previous moment, “all I have to say may be put in three words: “I love you, Prudence!' " I paused for an answer. But never a word said she. She stood there smil ing. “Marry me, my dear,” I began again. “I have loved you ever since I saw you first; ’’ and then 1 went on to tell her how I had seen her riding on a day near 18 months before, and then of the dance where I had first addressed her, and then of her father’s long stories of old cam paigns, and my inattention when she was within sight. But she interrupted me not at all; merely smiled as she lis tened. And when I made an end, there fell a silence between us. “Will make no answer to my suit?” I said, finally. “Well, be it so. But I will ask again, and again, and yet again, till you tell me what I wish to hear. Sweet Mistress Clarendon that is to be, I salute you!" “You have impudence, sir,” she cried, “to take possession of me so cavalierly! I will marry whom I please, and when I please, an’ it will not be you. I care not at all for you!" It was warm and snug within doors, but as I swung to saddle again, the cold struck into my bones, and the growing storm made all about black and strange. The wind had sprung up within the hour, and now whirled the snow into blinding clouds, so that my faithful horse picked his way slowly and still more slowly through the increasing drifts. My own mind was full of sad thoughts. Though I was resolved to win Prudence in the end. this did not prevent me from yield ing to the deep depression of my mood. I cast the reins on Dobbin’s neck and let the good beast proceed at his own sweet will. I know not how long I had been riding, nor how far I had,got on my way home ward, when my melancholy meditations were interrupted by the sound of some thing following me. In the noise of the wind it was impossible to distinguish clearly the direction from which these sounds proceeded; moreover, the foot steps—for such they seemed —were muffled by the snow'. Now adays I think it strange that I should have heard any thing at all. But, my friends, there is a clairvoyance of the heart by means of which we have an instinctive knowledge of many things too subtle to be heard or seen* with the gross bodily organs. And so it seems to me in the case I speak of; for, obeying an impulse, the cause of which I cannot even now describe to you, I suddely caught up the reins and turned Dobbin’s head against the wind. And well it w r as that I did so. For in a few moments I heard a voice cry out in distress, and, by my faith, it was not the hoarse shout of a man, but the shrill treble of a frightened woman. With that, I clapped spurs sharply down and hastened with all speed possible to give what help I could; for under such cir cumstances it is not w'ell to delay. FREE SMOKES FOR SINNERS. Tobacco Used In Prison* Doc* Not Pay a Government Revenue Tax—A Recent Ruling;. Convicts serving terms in the various prisons of the country have one privilege people outside the walls do not enjoy. The commissioner of internal revenue has decided that it is permissible for , state prisons to manufacture tobacco or cigars for its own inmates without pay ing license. The commissioner says; “I would say that upon careful consid eration of the question involved, it is held that a charitable or other institu-. tion conducted by the state and under state authority, with Its own operatives, has the right to manufacture tobacco, cigars, or any other tobacco product without the payment of tax when all such manufactured tobacco is used ex clusively within the state institution. “The tobacco must, however, be manu factured within the limits of the state institution, and no portion of it be re moved therefrom. If any portion of such manufactured tobacco Is found out side of the limits of the institution, it will be liable to seizure and forfeiture, the same as any other unstamped manu factured tobacco which might be found upon the market” HAREM WANTED SARDINES. When First- Boxes of Tbl* Delicacy Reached Morocco Court There Was Great Excitement.} If the sultan of Morocco, Muley Abd el-Aziz, loses his throne, it perhaps might be due to the discontent of his subjects in seeing him adopt so precip itately European manners and habits.. And whom do you think I found there, stalled in the snow, half fainting in her saddle from the cold and the bewilder ment of the night? Prudence! My arms were about her in an instant As I bore her from her horse, wrapping my cloak about her trembling figure, sh# put her dear head against my shoulder and began to sob. To my eager question, what had sent her forth on such a night, she made no answer for a long time, and 1 availed myself of the opportunity to turn in the direction of Holloway hall, leading her palfrey by the bridle. At length, as Prudence regained her com posure, I learned why she had followed me. “A moment after you left," she whis pered, hiding her face in my breast, my father rode up, having been out on busi ness at the village. He was full of con cern. for, he said, the bridge over the river between your house and ours had gone down during the evening, the weight of the ice piled against it. What time did it go, father?’ I asked, filled with a sudden apprehension. ‘Scarce an hour since,’ he answered; T heard it as I was leaving the village.’ At once 1 thought of you riding home in the night, unable to see what lay before you, blinded per chance, by the snow, and with that brok en bridge in your path. Without a word to any, I snatched my hood and cloak, fled to the stable, and, saddling my pal frey, started in pursuit. But though I know the road so well, the snow proved too much for us, my horse and I, and had Providence not watched over ns, I fear we would have perished. A silly fool am I! 1 might have sent my father, or one of the men. But, no! I did not stop to think! I —” “Glad am I you did not,” I sakl, “for now, Mistress Prudence, you shall deny me no more. A woman takes no such risks for a man she loves not. Said I not truly you would marry mo, after all?" She answered not. In a few minutes we met Master Haywood, and a troop of his men searching for the missing maid. , “Sir,” said I. as we drew rein before the hall, “I crave your hospitality for the night, for my own home is tar, and the weather unpropitious. And to-mor row I shall ask you yet another favor still." “Harry,” replied the old gentleman, clapping me on the back, “it hath al ready been asked and granted. The wench told me months ago she loved thee and would marry thee. ’Twas only a matter of waiting till she was ready. And as for thee —boy, dost think an old Indian fighter hath failed to see through thy pretense of interest in his tales of forgotten battles? Hal’’ and his cheer ful laugh rang out right merrily. And as we stood in the great hall, he took our hands in his, and joined theip together, and with the tear drops glistening in his eyes, added: “Take her. Harry, and be happy.” And that, my friends, is how Prudence Haywood made up her mind to become Mme. Clarendon! The sultan disregards this danger, how’- ever, and when he wants a thing Euro pean, he must have it at once, says the New York Tribune. One night there was a great noise in front of the residence of an Englishman inhabiting Morocco. Immediately the soldiers of the palace struck the door violently exclaiming: “Dq,ba! Daba! (quick! quick!). The master wants all the sardines you have in your house!" The Englishman was not a sardine merchant, but handed over what few boxes he had, and learned later that only a few hours before a foreign min ister had presented to the sultan a few boxes of sardines, which were opened In the harem and partaken of by all the inmates. Such a sudden frenzy was created for them that on the morrow a special rak kas was dispatched to Tangier, with or ders to bring all the sardines in the place. IN ABSENCE. “God lead thee, dear!" The sunrise light Steals softly through the gray. The dream and darkness of the night Are lost In perfect day. I smile, and whisper tenderly: “God lead thee, dear, alwayl” “God help thee, dear!" The noontide hour Is golden, glad, and gay; The world smiles upward like a flower To meet the sun’s warm ray. I pause and whisper earnestly; “God help thee, dear, alway!" “God keep thee, dear!” The sunset flush Kisses the dreaming day. And In the wondrous holy hush The whole world seems to pray. _I kneel and whisper lovingly: “God keep thee, dear, alway!’’ —Alice E. Allen, in Goqd Housekeeping. Only 20 per cent, of Italian and 4 per cent, of the Greek immigrants are fe males. Home Making a Lost ylrt By MRS. ALICE PELOUBET NORTON, Instructor in the Home Department of the University of Chicago. HOMES of America are 50 years behind the tiniest The Thome has been left where it was when our mothers and grandmtohers solved the problems of both home and educa- The American mother has gradually dropped all respon sibility of rearing her children, except the physical art. It is time she turned her attention seriously to the study of the ImQk home-making. In this subject there is still enough for people to learn to merit a course in the universities of the country. People are ignorant of the subject, and think when we refer to domestic science and housewives we mean merely cooking and serving. Manv people are so ignorant that they do not even know that the yeast they put in their bread is a by-product of the liquor industry. An association of housewives and women contemplating marriage is greatly needed. And, going still farther, all men who ever expect to marry should take the course in domestic science and the art of home inaking, leaving out the cooking and sewing, perhaps. For only by studying what makes an ideal home can a man know how to help his wife to gain the highest ideals of home life. Among the different studies I would suggest under the subdivision* of “Home,” the development of the home, its function in society, its propagation, location and defense, production and transmission of wealth, intellectual and social training. Under the heading of “Maintenance of a Home,' I would suggest family, house domestic architecture, domestic art, floors and walls, fur niture. Under the heading of “Maintenance of a Home,” I would suggest a line of study inculding such subjects as the science of cleaning and dusting, plumbing, heating and ventilating, and the selection, care, cook ing and serving of food. ROMANCE ON THE BEACH. suture Wan Doinff Her Very Best. Hut There Was Somethlnjc More Sonl-EnKrnHinK. Around the setting sun the sea rolled like a molten furnace, deepening away from fire to crimson, from crimson to purple, from purple to gray, and so on to the shimmering black mirror that an swered to the flickering lights of the in coming procession of stars, very pret tily relates a New York Times writer. Far out from land a belated fishing boat stole slowly harborward. its red and its green light mere specks of color on the vast surface of the rocking water. A cool wind blew in shore and brought with it the sound of whistles from the out-bound steamers in the dim distance. In one direction the lights of the great city could be seen as a blur of brightness. Indistinct and specterlike, upon the darkness of the summer sky. To the man on the beach the scene seemed too glorious for words, and his soul was caught up by its beauty and lifted far above the dross and common ness of the wicked world. In that mo ment he realized as never before the vast difference, the unspeakable gulf between the things of Heaven and the things of earth, and his heart swelled with love for his fellow men. Beside him sat his bride of a month. The moon has rarely seen a woman more beautiful. The light in her eyes seemed born of the beauty of the night, and he wondered. Was she, too, drinking in its splendor, feasting upon its loveliness, breathing it into her W'hole being? Her gaze was riveted upon the distant hori zon, where sky and sea were one. She sighed—oh. how sweetly she sighed! and turned her beautiful face toward him. “John, dear," she murmured —and her voice was like the whispering of angels to his soul —“I can’t just decide whether to have it made with a circular flounce or with a plain deep ruffle." Anxious to Help. He (after the honeymoon) —Has your father said anything about helping to provide a home for us? She —oh, yes, indeed. He said when we had a home of our own he would buy me a cookbook and allow mother to com© and teach me how to use it, even if it took a year.—N. Y. Weekly. Lucky Dog-. “My luck Is the best any man ever had.” “The deuce it is!” “Yes, sir. A girl refused me yester day, and I see by the morning paper that her father has lost all his money.” Cincinnati Commercial-Tribune. Marie Corelli. Miss Marie Corelli can write French and Italian as fluently as her native tongue. To Cure a Bad Habit. The best cure of a bad habit is the cul ture of a good one.—Chicago Journal. NUMBER 50. “ROOTING” FOR HIS SUCCESS. He Wasn’t Wasting Any Time, Bat He Was Taking an Easy Way to Harry. “It is an Impossibility,” said the late John Robert Proctor, head of the civil service commission, relates the New York Times, “to be stern to a negro ser vant or a child. Their blandishments and excuses are above all rules. “I made up my mind firmly many times to get rid of a colored man in my employ w’ho would persist in loitering ' about instead of attending to important business. One day he was dispatched on an errand which ought to have taken him about thirty minutes. He was gone over two hours. Earnest inquiry brought forth information that he had been seen an hour before with a colored preacher. At last I had something defi nite in the way of evidence. Whe he re turned I called him to my office. “Now, sir,” said I, “what do you mean by wasting time in this way?” “I ain’t been a-wasting none of your magnitudinous time, Massa Proctor.” “Yes, you have.” “ ’Deed I hain’L” He bowed humbly. “You’re a shiftless fellow'; but I hope, sir, you’re not going to tell me a lie.” “Oh. Massa Proctor! De Lawd knows what hei-ne-ous high crime has I did now?” He was limp with fear. “You’ve been gossiping away the government’s valuable time with jour colored preacher.” “No, Massa Proctor, I swear by de soul of Abraham Lincoln ’tain’t so. Hope to die if it isn’t true what I say. 1 met de parson of de Baptist church, and I says, T’se gwine on a most importentous er rand for Massa Proctor, I is,’ and he says, ‘Well, if dat’s so we’d better ask de blessin’ of de Almighty, for Massa Proctor needs and deserves it,’ and Mas sa Proctor, w r e wuz prayin’ for success in your undertakin’ all this time.” Snake Seram. The serum obtained by inoculating horses with cobra venom, so effective in the practice of Calmette, has been found by Dr. Tidswell to have no power in counteracting the venom of Australian snakes. Other experiments seem to prove that the anti-venomous serum is only active against poison of snakes of the same species as that supplying the venom of the serum. Two at Dinner Time. “At last,” my angel,” said the happy man in the new clothes after he had set tled with the minister, "we are really and truly one —one for ever.” “Theoretically, yes/ -ejoined the blushing bride, “but, from a practical standpoint, it will be advisable to con tinue ordering dinner for two.” —Lon- don Tit-Bits. Sand for London Streets. Each year about $50,000 is expended in sprinkling the streets of London with sand to prevent horses from slip** ping.