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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
Where the soul of the forest has taken
—Nellie Hart Woodworth, In Boston
| Aunt* Sally’s |
| Guardian Angel |
.+ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ + + + ♦♦♦♦♦♦
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
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
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
“I beg pardon, ma’am, but you ren
dered it positively necessary,’’ he ob
“Oh, you villain —you skunk —you rob
ber —you —you —!” sputtered the
“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
“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
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
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
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
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
Surface Resistance an Important Fac
tor in the Safety of Con
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.
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.
Striking Features of tha Island of
Jersey and Its Racial
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
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
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.
Precedent for His Suppression Has
Been Furnished by the
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.”
Great Idea of an Extravagant Mother
for Doing Away with
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
“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
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.
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
“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.”
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
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.”

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