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PrnusilKD WKKKI.Y. STAUKVILLQ. ; ; ; MISSISSIPPI. i LoveMe,Love | My Mi name is persepaoue, and I am said to resemble my mother, Ywuora, who, as far as hei puppies go, certainly holds the traditional gift box. For all my brothers and sisters are prize-takers. 1 myself don’t go to shows, because I am nervous and hMe being stared at. I am proud of being the poodle, and a French one into the bargain. ‘Tis only jealousy that makes other dogs sneer at me, just as I have seen human canaille sneer —at a safe distance. My young mistress is the prettiest creature living. I used to think her one of the most sensible until she got friendly with Mr. Roft, who then was. and 1 thought ever would be, my pet abominatiou in trousered males. Phyllis and I live with an old lady who is fond of us both, but she is very strict with Phyllis, who calls her —be- hind her back—“the ogro-aunt.” Mr. Roft laughed until his eyes were lost when she first said it to him. I longed to tell him what I thought of him, and wondered how he would look then. Phyllis had been getting very thick with this young man —whose laugh startled me almost out of my skin — when one day she fell from her bicycle. I was following her when the acci dent occurred, and Mr. Roft was rid ing by her side. Something he said made her color hotly, then pedal d&wn the coming hill with all her might. Suddenly she rode over a stone, swerved to one side and, before I could reach her, fell to the ground with a heavy thud. I scampered to the spot and began to bowl for help, while Mr. Roft jumped PHYLLIS HAD A LETTER. off his machine, as white as death, and stooped over her. “Be quiet, you brute!” he muttered, glaring at me, and I knew that if he could he would put the blamo on me and say that I upset her. But, of course, I paid no attention to him, but howled again, until at last some passer-by came and fetched a cab and took them home. The house was very quiet for many days, and I felt wretched. The “ogre aunt” crept about weeping. Once she put her arms round my neck and wept over me, I suspected from that that she was getting short of handkerchiefs and took care to keep out of her way; for I do not like to have ray neck curls made ail damp and untidy. } was very neglected. No one brushed me. At last I was summoned to my dar ling's room and crept in nervously. My heart was beating very loudly and my eyes were dim with tears of joy. Such a thin little hand patted my uncombed head, such a weak little voice said. "Dear doggie, do you miss me very much?” Miss her! Of course I did. And with ail my pet titbits, my little walks, my scampers after balls. So I wagged my tail and smiled up at her. Little by little she got better, and well, enough to comb me and send me for my ribbons. I knew the colors well and always brought the one she said. But one morning my feelings received a shock. Phyllis had a letter and was very silly about it, kissing it as though It were a dog or two-legged being. Still I minded that less than if it had been Mr. Roft. “Oh, Phoney, listen!” she whispered, ms she combed my hair, “I am sure you will understand, you dear old thing! I’ve such a dear letter from him, and he if ants my answer. Phoney—the answer I would not give the day I met with my accident.” I dropped my ears and lowered my tail. By him I knew she meant Mr. Roft. But what answer did she allude to? I looked inquiringly into her gentle, blue ayes. 1 She laughed and kissed me ou the □ose. “You dear old thing! I will read it to you. Phoney.” And she pulled It from her pocket am' read out a lot of rubbish that seemed julte unintelligible to me. But, then., I always thought Mr. Hoft half an idiot, and wondered at Phyllis UMng him Then came a few words that made me sit up I can tell you. “Let that poodle of yours be mad< use of for once. If it is to be ‘yes' put on her a blue ribbon. If ‘no’ a yellow one. I shall call to-day, and if I sec the "dor I long for on that black creature s head I shall at once beard the lion and assert ray rights.” “Phoney, it shall be blue! Fetch blue, darling,” said Phyllis, witn a joyful smile. And I walked slowly out of the room to the boudoir bevond. When I brought the blue ribbon back she laughed again. But I had laid my plans. Whatever this “yes” was to mean. Mr. Roft hoped to read it In the color of my ribbon. But I meant him to read “no.” I would show him that a dog of my breeding could be something more than a mere cats-paw in his plot I rolled over and scratched until the ribbon came off and lay on the ground. Then I trotted into the garden with it and buried it in my favorite corner, where I hide my best bones. I knew I was doing wrong, but Phyllis would not really mind, and I owed Mr. Roft a grudge or two. Often when my ribbon came off I used to take it to my friend, the parlormaid, and get her to put It on again. So now. as I sneaked down from the boudoir with a yellow one in my mouth and met her at the foot of the stairs, she said, with a laugh: “What, your fine bow off again, Phoney? What an untidy dog!” I wagged my tail as she tied it on. For civility lowers no one. and she is a nice girl. Then 1 sat down on the door mat to watch for Mr. Roft. At last the gate clicked and he came up the steps with a light spring. But as his eyes fell on me such a look of astonished despair crept into his face that my heart quaked within me and I hung my head. He stooped over me as though he could not believe his eyes, and as I felt his warm breath on my face I rolled over on to my back in terrified submis sion. “Silly brute,” he murmured, “get up. Have you been stealing? Don’t give yourself away like that. Phoney.” He looked at me fixedly without say ing anything. Then, stooping again, he took oft my ribbon and stuffed it into his pocket. That night Phyllis was worse, and no one could understand why. And the next day she lay silent, looking out o f her window with such distressed eyes that I could not bear to look at her. And Mr. Roft did not come near the house, which proved that he had really meant good-by. At last I could stand it no lorger. Surely Mr, Roft could make things right again. I would go to him. So one afternoon I crept silently out into the road. He did not live far off and, as fate would have it. I came across him outside his garden gate. Ho smiled when he saw me. “Why, Phoney! Come to see your friend.” he exclaimed; “you’re only just in time, my girl. I start to-night.” I wagged my tail and opened my mouth. At his feet I laid the earth soiled blue ribbon. He stared at me in amazement. “Phoney, you’re a brick! You’re trying to tell me there’s beer some mistake. I’m coming back with you to make sure. Lead on, you imita tion Mephlstopheles. and may the real one have you If I’m misreading you.” What a race that was! I felt myself really wanning to him for understand ing me so well. And. when we got to the house, I crept stealthily in through the open door, enticing him up, until wo stood like two thie/es within the boudoir, where Phyllis lay on a couch by the window. As she turned her head to look at me her eyes fell upon him. and she Crim soned with delight. Then suddenly she became quite pale, and said, in a cold voice: “Good evening, Mr. Roft.” He stepped up to her, and held out the ribbon I had given him. “Phyllis.” ho asked, “is this the rib bon you put on Phoney that morning?” She stared from him to me. I crept beneath the couch, but I kept my eari open. “Yes.” she murmured. “But —” The words were never said, for with a sudden exclamation he threw himself on his knees by her side, and took her to his arms. —St Louis Star. Linen from Wood-Pulp, Fifty years ago practicaJly all the paper in use was made from rags—pre ferably linen rags. To-day most of it is made from wood-pulp. Now, If the plans of certain experimenters are car ried out, the linen itself, or a good sub stitute for it, will be made from wood pulp. Artificial silk made from pulp has for some time been on the market, and the demand is said to exceed the supply. Anew process has been patented for spinning many different sorts of fabric from moist pulp. Uncle Sam will presently have tr take steps to find out who Is trying to Ja jure his battleships, and why. NOT SUPPLIED. He —Come, now, won’t you give me one little kiss? She —Sorry—I don’t keep that kind. RECKLESSNESS IN MID-AIR. Men Employed on Lofty Structures Seem to Be Oblivious of Danger. That familiarity breeds contempt of danger is shown by ?n article printed in the Pittsburg Leader. “See that?” asked an engineer of the East river bridge pointing to a small ladder set into one of the steel piers at an elevation of more than 200 feet above the street- So closely did the ladder cling to the smooth surface of the steel that It seemed al most impossible to get the fingers be tween the rungs and the pier. “Those steps were intended to be used only under the most pressing cir cumstances,” continued the engineer, “and only then with great care. Yet the men would leap for the ladder from a platform, rather than use a safe and guarded scaffolding erected for the ex press purpose only a few yards away. Warning notices we-e posted that any one who did it v-ould be discharged, yet the very day the decree went forth a man jumped for the ladder. He struck the side of the steps with his head and was dashed to the ground. Of course he was killed instantly. “That stopped the ladder-climbing, but the men still do all sorts of reck less things. For instance, they climb o’’*, on a narrow team projecting over *he river from the very top of the struc ture, and stand there on one leg to be photographed. “Not long ago one of our foremen found a man taking an after-dinner nap or a girder at a height equal to that of l 20-story building. The girder wa° just wide enough lor him to lie on. and there was nothing be* air between him and the ground. Yet he was quite in dignant wheu the foreman woke him up and threatened to discharge him.” . “Our window-cleaners are as rash as my workman,” said the superintendent of a sky-scraper. “Each of our win dows is fitted with heavy iron eye-bolts, into which the cleaners are expected to snap steel hooks attached to broad can vas belts that are buckled about their waists. “You would not imagine any man w’ould dare to stand on the ten-inch window-sills without seeing that the belt Is hooked into the eye-bolts as firm ly as it will go. There is absolutely nothing else for the cleaners to hold on to; and in front of tnem is the smooth face of the glass. The men stand bolt upright, and even Dan back a little. Yet every day we catch one or more of them climbing out on those narrow sills, 12 stories and more above the sidewalk, with the belt unhooked.” British Jam Invades France. The entente cordiale, and no mis take! At a restaurant in Paris the other day I noticed upon the menu at the restaurant where I was dining, these two words: “Le Dundee.” At the witching moment the waiter ad vanced with a smile of suppressed tri umph. “Le Dundi,” he murmured in sinuatingly, and helped me to two large tablespoonfuls of my old friend, Scotch marmalade. Everybody in Paris to-day eats marmalade, but at dinner, and in place of a sweet, without bread. —Gentlewoman. Typewritten Treaty. Probably the first treaty of peace to be typewritten is the South African peace document The signatures of the Boer leaders form an interesting part of it. They are all in different sty les. Louis Botha’s is described as being in a fine hand, and though the others are some what rougher, Delarey’s is the roughest of all. He has spelled his name split into three syllables, de la Rey. Christian dc Wet Is also spelled with a small and. The Penalty. Daisy—l wish I’d told the truth to Jack! Pearle —What about? “My gloves. He asked me what size I wore, and I told him five and one-half. Yesterday he sent me a dozen pairs for my birthday, and they’re all too small!” —Detroit Free Press. The Best GeneraL Perhaps the best general is the one who gets his army out of a bad situa tion after being licked; but he doesn’t jet much of the glory of history.—Cin- I cinnati Enquirer- ADVANTAGE TO JAPANESE. Acquire the Language of Manchuria and Gain Victories Over 21 us sian Forces. An important reason why the Jap aneso pi,ns of campaign have been carried cut with amost mathematics precision, while those of the Russians have apparently been badly arranged, is that the Japanese have lai.rn the trouble to acquire the common medi um —the Chinese language—for the ob taining of information. The lesson, says a London paper, is a most serious one to the British nation, which treats with proverbial contempt ail languages than its own. The Russians, who are almost born linguists as far as European tongues are coaperned, have, with rare excep tions, failed most seriously as regards “mandarin” Chinese, which is the one spoken language of Manchuria. The following may be adduced as the chief causes of failure: First, though the ultimate object was the absorption of this rich country, the process was to be quiet and gradual. The Boxer outbreak precipitated the event, and suddenly the whole prize was in her grasp, with almost no Russians able tc speak the language of the people. Efforts were mado to train men in the Institute for eastern languages at Vladivostok, but only a few students have hitherto proved practically effi cient Further, everything has been so unsettled that but a small number of those Russians in the country have even attempted to master Chinese, finding it easier to muddle along with ehe wretched “pidgin jargon,” which may be sufficient for running a house hold. but it is not ~o when matters of grave importance are at stake. The Russian railway constructors engaged a number the Chinese who 'ould speak “pidgin Russian” and who, for various motives, had settled in Russian territory. These, as a ru’e. were an utterly unprincipled set. who, as all natives do. farmed cliques or se cret guilds, which made it Impossible for any but their own kith and kin to become interpreters. The primary consequence was that there were continuous and bitter com plaints from the common people that they were always being unmercifully cheated by these. a c they regarded them, traitors to their country, who. however, were rarely loyal to their employers. Thus, while the Russians spent, for the same purposes, far more money than tfce English engineers p" the Imperial Chi nese lines, the are hated, whiD the latter, owirg la r ~ely to their selec tion of a better class of assistants, ar'* even more to the’” careful attention to the direct disbursement of funds, are greatly respected. “If these English railway constructors would only learn to spea 1 ’ our language.” say the people, “our relations with them would be per fect.” The few who can speak Chinese are always much sought after. The Chinese according to Stent's valuab’e vocabu’ary and th°t great work, Giles’ Dictionary, is, writ ten in Romanized letters, only 408 words, with manv to the nonnative ear almost Imperceptible tores, breathings, and other modulations of the voice. It is, therefore, simnly impossible to write anything but common, everyday matters, of which the meaning can be understood from the context in any other form than that of the Chinese ideographs, of many thousands are in common use. each with a definite meaning. Thus, all official documents in the diplomatic departments in Pekin are most carefullv written in Chinese ideographs, and the British consular service owes much of its power to the faet that all of its members are Chinese scholars. To write Chinese with Roman letters is bad enough, but with the Slavonic it is confusion itself. One person will write a name one way. and another, with a slightlv different ear will write the same word with other letters, and unless one’s tongue is already accustomed to pronouncing Chinese, no other person will reproduce them so as to be really understood by any native unless, per haps. his own servant. The Russians, therefore, have held on most tenaciously to their evil genius, the low-class native interpreter, as to the lesser of two evils. Never quite certain of the names of lo calities. or even as to the descriptions of places, hills, rivers, unless very well known, they have been constantly In difficulties. Add to these that, witfc rare exceptions, the natives would enjoy de liberately misleading the Russians, while their regular interpreters would not hesitate to play them false, and it is easy to see at what disadvantage they have been placed. Facial Furrow, Mr. Billson, between whose lower lip and chin there was an unusually deep wrinkle, spoke impatiently to the barber. “Haven’t you got my face shaved yet?” he asked. “Not quite, sir,” said the barber, apologetically. “I haven’t dug your ditch yet” —Chicago Tribune. New York’s Supremacy. A registration of 579,854 pupils in the public schools of New York is a rec ord achievement in that line. It is not surpassed or equaled in &cy city in the world.—Boston Herald- ODD FACTS FOR FARM FOLK. Tokay and Syrian Grapes Grown in Northern Idaho—Ail Grams Are Over Weight When Properly Grown by Irrigation—W hits * Flax Seed—Corn Wheat in Place of Com. It is a big surprise to World’s Fab visitors to find Ural grapes glow In tbe United States as lai north as Duluth, Aiinn. Ihe particu lar place where this may be ciom is Lewiston, Idaho, ou the banks ol the river. Whatever is none along the Snake river in the matter ol agri culture and horticulture must be done with irrigation, however. The remarkable things done under irrigation are portrayeu by a number of states. Colorado has a reiiei map of the Arkansas vailey. Utah r.howt a diorama ol one oi her Irrigated val leys. Calilorma exhibits her products from lands worth a thousand dollars an acre. Oregon displays her beautl luj fruits anu* grams from irrigated districts, while laaLo. her next uoor neighbor, won twenty goid medals on her agricultural showing. The tokay grapes from Lewiston arc only one ol U 2 varieties now success fully grown at that tar northern pomi where the climate iS almost as mild as Italy, tor the lousy cannot flourish where the winters are cold. Alone with the tokay is a tine sweet grape from Syria, in which every grape and fruit grower will be interested The name is Hunisa, or Antab late, from Antab. It is large, very dark, and ft fine keeper, the .ast being its mos? important quality Alter trave.mg over 1,500 miles to the World s bair it opened up iu as fine condition as the tokay, and made a good show. These grapes are irom the first vine of thh variety fruited in America. Another fact not well known is that grains grown by ungation In the dry atmosphere of the western slope of the Rocky mountains are much heavier than those grown in the east, and the yield is fai greater la the Idaho exhibit of the Palace ol Agri culture at the World’s Fair are many examples ol irrigation results A sack ol oats was received at the ex mbit a lew days ago which was graded by one ol the macnines in the building and tested as to weight it was found that the third, or poorest grade, weighed 38 pounds to the bushel, wnlie the autnuaid ol weight tor oats L only 32 pounds to the bushel. The yield is lOu to 110 bushels to the acre, and Idaho oats ordinarily weigh 42 to pounds to the bushel An acre ol ir rigated land yields about three tunes as much as an acre in a humid ett mate. Wheal in southern Idaho is tit to 04 pounds to toe busnei. tho stand 'TQ being GO pounds, and the yield 50 to 70 bushels to the acre. A DtuuS£ of aliaila hay. second crop ol oi ought from southern Idaho, is as tab as a man, a Bix-footer Five to seven tons to the acre are grown each season, it being cut usually three tunes. All over southern Idaho, which for the most part is a vast desert, are oases that have been made truufu’ hy ungation Tbe liberal provisions ol the Cary Act ol Congress have made possible the reclamation ol these tands. the state taking over the lauds and disposing of them to settlers ai 50 cents an acre. The water right is an extra cost, in some cases as .ow as >25 an acre for a perpetual right, the first one or two crops often paying the entire cost ol a tine property Only i few days ago the state land boaro of Idaho threw open to setliement UK) 000 acres ol land under one canal at Twin Fails, on the south side ol Sn,ke nver it is in Cassia >ounty. one of ihe counties that touch the Nevada border m this insiame tne touu ost per acre is >25 50. and um.cr me liberal terms ol the Cary Act entry maj oo made through another person. Tbe payment is iu easy installments Idaho has the honor ol showing in her agricultural display something i hat very few farmers have ever seen, namely, white flax seed. This variety of flax originated in Idaho, and is said to possess great commercial pos sibilities. because it is richer in ofl and produces a grade of very light colored oil that is far more desirable tor white paint than the darker grade. Idaho is trying to do what otner mountain states are attempting, that is to supply the home market with fruits, vegetables, meats, grams and dairy products., The mountains con tain hundreds of mining camps and settlements where everything now pro duced finds ready market, while the demand increases with each new min ing district opened. - Corn Is about the only thing fknf: does not grow well in the irrigated deserts of southern Idaho, because tbe summer nights are cool, but a kind of giain is raised called corn wheat 'hat takes the place of corn, and produce* over 100 bushels to the acre, it ie worth any farmer’s time to take a good look at the odd things in the Idaho display, where there are 47 va rieties of wheat, 41 varieties of oata, 32 varieties of barley, and 34 varieties of grasses, to say nothing of vege tables. beans, peas, honey and other things worth having.