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THE STARKVILLE NEWS.
VOLUME IV. deep woods. Oh. for the deep wood’s voices The velvet-throated throng That every sense rejoices With consecrated song! A strain of bird-notes glorious Leaving the soul victorious; Silence with song succeeding, ' Entrancing. luring, leading . Into the deep, damp hollows Where the eager foot that follow* Sinks, hidden as It crosses. In the yielding, springing mosses. And the triple tears of the white-throat fall Like a benediction over all! Oh. for the brook! its story Is written In lines of glory Where a glint of sunshine glides between The boughs that over the water lean. The siren brook! above It The silver birches gleam. The veeries know and love it. Lured to the laughing stream. My thrush on tiptoe stealing Away from the hidden neat. The dim light half concealing The pool it loves the best; The crystal drops from its tawny wings It shakes in rainbow, and hark!—it sings. Oh. for the rocks! close clinging Are lichen and green moss. While fern and vine upspringing Have trailed themselves across. The fragmnee still intenser Where fir trees swing the censer. O sheltering rocks! the cover Of the great gray rock above her. The phoebe builds; the sweetness She knows, the safe completeness. Where the little brook entangled Sinks out of sight, moss-strangled; No path leads in where the wood-thrush sings, Where the soul of the forest has taken wings. —Nellie Hart Woodworth, In Boston Transcript. | Aunt* Sally’s | | Guardian Angel | t By HERMAN WILSON + .+ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ + + + ♦♦♦♦♦♦ WHEN they established the First na tional bank at Clarksville Auni Sally Warner, a widow of 50, rich and bomewhat eccentric, was asked to take stock to the amount of SIO,OOO. ;When she had been convinced that it would be a good investment, she agreed. Her money, or at least a share of it, was in bank at Hickstown, and, instead of turning over a certified check for her stock, she decided to drive over, draw the cash and bring it babek. It was no body’s business, she maintained, so she said nothing about her trip. Hickstown was 12 miles from Clarks ville, with an old settled country be tween, and she had not the slightest fear of driving along with a million dol lars in her old-fashioned buggy, drawn by the old gray mare. She started from home early one morning, planning to be back by one o’clock in the afternoon. The money was drawn from the bank, placed in an old satchel, and, after Aunt Sally had a bit to eat and had given the mare a fodder, the satchel was placed in the buggy, and she head ed for home. The day was hot and dusty, the mare lazy, and so far from feeling nervous over her cargo, the widow found it hard work to keep her eyes open. Half way between the two towns, a creek crossed the road without a bridge, and to the left was a considerable tract of woodland. The mare stopped of her own accord to quench her thirst and cool her feet when the creek was reached, and she was gulping down the water when Aunt Sally observed a dis consolate man sitting by the roadside. He rose, bowed and limped forward. He was well dressed, had an honest looking face, and told a story of an accident. A team he was driving had run away, had thrown him out and sprained his ankle. He wanted to reach Clarksville on a business matter as soon as possible, and if Aunt Sally was going that far and would give him a seat in her buggy he would be glad to pay—” “Tush, sir—tush!” exclaimed Aunt Sally, as she shook a finger at him. “This is a Christian land, and w r e do not seek to wring money out of people in distress. lam going to Clarksville, and you will be most welcome to share the ride. Be careful and don’t wrench the ankle again when you get up. Let me give you a hand. You’ll want to see a doctor as soon as we get to tow r n.” The man climbed into the buggy with an effort and uttered a groan as he sank back among the cushions. The widow gathered up the reins for a start, but before the horse had moved a foot the stranger’s right arm stole around her neck with such a hug that she had no sooner realized she was being garroted than fire flashed before her eyes and she lost consciousness. Her body sunk down In a heap, and then the man took up the lines and turned the horse sharp to the left and entered a road leading into the woods. He was fairly hidden in the woody tract before Aunt Sally gasped and choked and groaned and sat up. It took her a couple of minutes to get her breath back and to realize the sit uation. During this time the stranger smiled on her in a paternal manner. “So —so you are a robber, are you?” sputtered Aunt Sally as soon as she could trust her voice. “Not at all, ma’am,” he pleasantly replied. “I simply wish to borrow SIO,OOO of you for a few months to put into a business enterprise. As we are strangers, and as you would probably refuse to take my unindorsed note offhand, I have to resort to a lit tle strategy. Let me hope that you are not suffering any physical pain?” “And let me hope that I shall live to see you hung higher than Hymen!” “Hamen, you mean,” corrected the man. “Hymen, you should know, is the god of marriage, but I don’t sup pose you have had much to do with him of late years.” “I don’t care whether it’s Haman or Hyman or any other sort of man, but you’ll suffer for this! Robbed me in broad daylight on a main highway! Why, the audacity of it! Nobody in Hickstown or Clarksville will believe it. They’ll swear that 1 ran away with my own money.” "But I will cheerfully make affidavit to the contrary, ma’am.” soothingly replied the robber. “As to the audacity of it, you should know that au dacity is the father of success. I think we will get out here.” “What do you mean to do?” demanded the woman, who was more indignant than frightened. “Just what any man of sense would do, ma’am. I must give myself time to get a start with your money, and you must submit to being a prisoner for a few hours. I shall be under the neces sity of tying you to a tree. Please de scend.” He extended a hand to assist her, but Aunt Sally fought him off and set up a great screaming. Her voice hadn’t carried 20 rods when the fellow had her by the throat, and she saw more flashes of fire, and again relapsed into uuson sciousness. When she came to she was tied fast to a big beech tree and the stranger was seated on a log near by, counting her money. “I beg pardon, ma’am, but you ren dered it positively necessary,’’ he ob served. “Oh, you villain —you skunk —you rob ber —you —you —!” sputtered the woman. “Your ebullition is but natural under the circumstances, and wdll be over looked. I find the money all here, to a dollar, and I have every hope that it will assist me to lead an honest life hereafter. I have been an offender against the law for years past simply because I could not raise SIO,OOO to make anew start with.” “Philanthropists ought to think of these things. No man w r ould steal or rob if he had capital to go into legiti mate business. Of what use to tell a man without a dollar in his pocket that honesty is the best policy? “One never hears of the rich trans gressing the law. Why? Because there is no temptation! In a couple of years, through the,use of your money, 1 hope to be beyond temptation, and to be in a position to warn others breaking the law*.” “You w r on’t profit by it a cent’s w r orth,” she sturdily replied, “for I’ll have you followed to the ends of the earth.” He rose and looked at her in a pitying w r ay. He had tied her with one of the lines, and he now used the other to make the horse fast. The satchel he heaved away In contempt, although it was one which had descended to Aunt Sally from revolutionary days. He divided the package of money into four equal parts and put them into four separate pockets. Then he lifted his hat to the woman, and was about to make her a farew r ell address and take himself off, when something occurred to change the programme. A number of cattle ranged these woods, and among them was a yearling heifer knowrn as a “hunter.” Almost every farmer has had one on his hands in his time, and will agree that they are more tricky and vicious than any billy goat. Neither Aunt Sally nor the robber had noticed the cattle except in a general way, but the “hunter' had been quietly preparing for business for many min utes. When she had advanced within 30 fecc of the buggy she waited, and her time came as the robber rose to his feet with his back to her. She darted forward as if shot from a gun. Her hard head struck him in the small STARKVILLE, MISS., FRIDAY, APRIL 28, 1905. of the back and rolled him over and over, almost out of Aunt Sally’s sight. Then the heifer leaped over him with a snort and galloped gaily away. During the next ten minutes the wood land scene changed. Aunt Sally w'orked herself loose from her bonds and used them to tie the insensible robber, hand and foot, neck and heel, and when he came back to consciousness It was also to a realization of his bondage. “Madam. I observe that the tables are turned.” he said, as a faint smile crossed his face. “You bet they are?” replied the wid ow*. “and you’ll be safe in jail before sundow'n. I couldn’t say whether my guardian angel would send a bolt of lightning or a bunting heifer, but the heifer was the handiest, and she did very w*ell. I’ll have someone here to help load you up in about 15 minutes, and if you don’t go to state prison for this, then my name is not Aunt Sally Warner.” The robber goi a sentence of five years w hen tried by a jury of his peers, and by special permission of the court he was allowed to make a courtly bow* to Aunt Sally and follow* it with the words: “I trust there is no hard feeling, ma’am. I deserve what I’ve got. Any man who is fool enough to tackle a widow woman and a bunting heifer at the same time can expect no sympathy from people of common sense.” —Boston Globe. WIND PRESSURE OF BRIDGE Surface Resistance an Important Fac tor in the Safety of Con struction. Referring to our recent discussion of the question of the proper amount of wind pressure to provide for in bridges, a correspondent draws our attention to the fact that no mention was made of the extra surface w'hich is presented to the w*ind when a train moves onto a brid je. He asks, says the Scientific American, w’hether this surface should not always be taken into account, and jus effect provided for in calculating w :nJ stresses on any given span. Our correspondent Is entirely right in supposing that al lowance should be made for train sur face, and indeed this is always done. It w*as not our intention, in the article referred to, to cover the w*hole question of wind pressure, but merely to draw attention lo the fact that the unit pres sure adopted has been unnecessarily large, and to give the process of rea soning by which our engineers have ar rived at the lower figure which is now likely to be generally adopted. It is probable that in the early days of bridge designing no account was taken of the great Increase in the area of a bridge w’hich takes place when a train, or even a large number of horse-drawn vehicles, is crossing a bridge. The pro portion of the train surface to th§ bridge surface, and consequently of the strains due to each, will of course be very much larger in the shorter spans. In th© longer bridges the proportion will rap idly decrease; but it can never reach a point, even in a structure of the length of the Brooklyn or the Forth bridge, at which it becomes a negligible quantity. There can be little doubt that it w r as the increase of surface due to the entrance of the passenger train upon the big spans of the Tay bridge that was the immedi ate cause of their being blown bodily sidewise into the river. HER NOSE A BLOOMING RED Miss Craig Fails in Suit Against Beauty Doctor—Wanted It Low ered Roman Style. New York. —Lifting a double veil of heavy texture. Miss Emily E. Craig, in the witness chair in Justice Con lan’s part of the city court, revealed to the jury a tip-tilted nose, the end of which was big and very red, for which she demanded $2,000 damages from the nose doctor to whom she went for treatment in 1902. Miss Craig said she w*as a lecturer, but that she had a very long nose with a tendency to turn up at the end, and she went to the doctor to have it shortened and the tip lowered, submitting to his treatment on his statement that it would be pointed and that she could have an aquiline, or Roman, or a Grecian nose, as she liked. Instead, she was subjected to great pain, the circulatory veins were broken down, causing it to swell and blossom, as shown, “causing her great anguish in her nose and body.” But Justice Conlan dismissed her com plaint on her own testimony. In Norway less than one acre In every 100 is used for grain growing. QUAINT LAND AND PEOPLE. Striking Features of tha Island of Jersey and Its Racial Mixture. The island of Jersey is one of the oddest corners of King Edward’s realm. Anchored within sight of France, originally peopled by sturdy Normans, the Jersey folk of to-day present a strange racial mixture, form ing a little world where French shrugs are to be seen on English shoulders, writes Frank Yeigh, in Four-Track News. Within Jersey’s limited area of but ten miles one way and six in another may be found the most varied costal scenery, the richest foliage and rarest flowers, the narrowest of picturesque streets or lanes, the oldest of farm houses. the quaintest of fisher and farm folk, the strangest of fish in the St. Helier market, and the largest cabbage-stalks in the United King dom! Scores of bays, no two alike, indent the coast —some with pebbly beaches: others with white or red sand floors; some bounded by towering cliffs bear ing ancient castles on their summits; some shelving gently from the uplands. White lighthouses warn the sailor of the ever-present danger from the sunken rocks lying in wait for their prey. Fair to look upon in a calm sea, the coast of Jersey is yet one of great peril to the mariner. THE WAR CORRESPONDENT. Precedent for His Suppression Has Been Furnished by the Japanese. In discussing the question: “Has the war correspondent seen his best days?” a writer in the Reader Magazine for April says: ”... Military men have made con scienceless publicity the excuse for much ineptitude and failure. They have failed to see how they could hold the correspondent in check in countries where ‘the liberty of the press’ was considered sacred. But Japan has been direct, sensible and effective in her acts: Ethically speaking, it was a case of w*here the ‘liberty of the press’ was commensurate with the ‘liberty’ of Japan. Japan mastered the correspondents, and effective mili tary commanders will have this pre cedent. They will have to find some other excuse than the public betrayal of their plans to carry. It is evident that the correspondent must pocket his irritation, and look upon himself, not as a creature privileged to disrupt plans merely to please his editor and gratify his reading contingency, but as one man in the mass, who, like others, can be utilized for public good, but restrained when he is a menace.” NEW SHOES EVERY DAY. Great Idea of an Extravagant Mother for Doing Away with Cleaning. In his article on “The Shameful Mis use of Wealth,” now running in Suc cess Magazine, Cleveland Moffett has this to say of an extravagant mother w'hose little boy wore white kid shoes: “The case of a child without shoes or stockings reminds me of a story from Chicago, an absolutely true story, as I happen to know, of a woman there, the daughter of one of the richest men in the world. She al ways has her little boy wrear white kid choes, and, owing to the smoke of the city and the bad condition of the streets, she has had trouble in keeping them clean. One day she met another motner who was also perplexed by the shoe-cleaning problem, and she said, with a naive enthusiasm, as if she had made a great discovery: ‘You know r , I have solved that whole diffi culty. I don’t send little Johnnie’s shoes to the cleaner’s at all, any more. I just buy so many dozen pairs at a time, and let him w*ear anew pair every day. It’s a great idea!’” Japanese Gymnasiums. Every barrack in Japan has a gymna sium, and so w*ell trained are the Japan ese soldiers that in less than half a minute they can scale a wall 14 feet high by simply leaping on each other’s shoul ders. one man sustaining two or three others. Great Whittier. All Missourians like to sit around and whittle. A man from Platte county vis ited in Montana recently and found the red pine of that state such good whit tling that he remained a month longer that, he intended.—Kansas City Star. NUMBER 7. COWBOY VIEW OF GOTHAM Western Man Draws a Comparison Which Reflects No Credit ou New Yorkers. , , * . i “You want to know what I think o! this town?” said Seth Bullock, in hia quiet, chilled-steel way. He was re turning home from the inauguration of President Roosevelt, says the New' York 3un. '‘Well, I know as well as you that there are good people in New York city. But, taken altogether, you are the most provincial outfit that there is in the whole country. You’ve got so much, you think you’ve got it all. You think that God stopped w r ork when He filled the Hudson river with water and that all the rest of the country out beyond just happened so. Nothing counts un less it is done in New York, by a New York man, except to laugh at. “Now. out in our country we know that New York is a good town. We know that the east is all right. Wo know' that we’re all right, too. We think that the coast is pretty good graz ing. We’re proud of the whole coun try. But New' York is proud of itself and thinks that the rest of the country is in luck to be on the same continent. I’m not speaking in any w'ay in harsh ness or bitterness. But sometimes I think you miss a lot of the joy of being Americans. “And another thing. A man from out our w r ay can’t help seeing certain things. He can’t help seeing the way a lot of sheep-faces along in these sul>- ways and street cars of yours crow'd women and stamp on their feet to get ahead of them. Great Scott! I cams over from Washington yesterday on ths congressional limited and things they called men pushed their way by women who were there before ’em into the din ing car and when they were through and done with their dinners these same critters sat there and smoked cigars and let the women w'ait. Now', you don't see doings like that out in our country. If that’s the typical eastern gentleman, then the real American gentleman ia to be found in the west.” STRIVE FOR ORIGINALITY, Men Should Not Copy the Ways of Others, They Should Live Like Themselves. Do not be afraid of being original, even eccentric. Be an independent, Belf-reliant. new' man, not just one more individual in the w'orld. Do not be a copy of your grandfather, of four father, or of your neighbor. That is as foolish as for a violet to try to be like a rose, or for a daisy to ape a sunflower, writes Orison Swett Mar ten, in Success Magazine. Nature has given each a peculiar equipment for its purpose. Every man is born to do a certain work in an ordinary way. If he tries to copy some other man, or to do some other man’s work, ha will be an abortion, a misfit, a failure. Do not imitate even your heroes, Scores of young clergymen attempted to make their reputations by imitat ing Beecher. They copied his voles and conversation, and imitated his ges tures and his habits, but they fell as far short of the great man’s pow'er as the chromo falls short of the master piece. Where are those hundreds of Imitators now'? Not one of them has ever made any stir in the world. Over a Duck Dinner. Gov. George C. Pardee, of California, r/as the guest of honor at an elaborate iuck dinner given at the Sutter club, in Sacramento, recently. The host of the jvening w r as W. E. Gerber. Following the dinner, an informal discussion of the proposed game laws before the legisla ture took place. The sentiment of the gathering was that the bag limit for ducks should remain at 50, and that the bill changing the limit to 25 should be defeated. The measure providing for a license for market hunters was favored by the members of the legislature pres ent at the gathering. Gov. Pardee ex pressed himself in favor of all legisla tion that would really protect the fish and game of the state. —Dan Beard, in Recreation. Military Courtesies. In the battle of Fenghuangcheng tn® Japanese took among their captures two enormous Chinese vases of thirteenth jentury workmanship. On learning that hey w’ere a present to Gen. Kuropatkin. 3en. Kuroki promptly dispatched them jo the Russian outposts with a polite aote ending: “May the flowers of friend ship blossom high in these vases.” In Kuropatkin’s reply he referred to the lapanese as “a people of generous iriends whom I visited in peace, ol mag nanimous foes in war, at whose hands iYQn defeat is no disgrace.”