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THE STARKVILLE NEWS.
VOLUME IV. BEST OF ALL PLAYS. I do not care for problem plays; give me the kind of play In which the girl !r. Just as pure as are the flowers in May; The play In which In time of need the hero’s right on deck. And where the scheming villain gets It al ways in the neck. 1 love to hear the girl refuse the villain’s gold to take, And say that rags are royal duds when worn for virtue’s sake; I love to see her beaux decline to heed the rich man’s beck. And swat the villain with a club athwart his ugly neck. O not for me the Gallic farce, the Ibsen fol-de-rol. Where man is but a jackanapes and woman Is a doll; I’ll take the sturdy plot In which the vil lain tries to wreck The hero’s life, and in the end just gets it in the neck! —Louisville Courier-Journal. A Double Murder By PERCY E. REINGANUM FACE downward in the ditch that bordered the road, half hidden by the rank profusion of coarse grass and nettles, lay an old man. his pockets turned inside out, the back of his giay head battered in. A mile further along the lonely country lane, the murderer and eyewitness slouched sullenly along through the glory of the autumn after noon. The smaller of the two walked a pace or two in advance; a slight, wiry little man, with blinking, nondescript eyes and a dusty, straggling growth of hair. His expression as he glanced furtively back at his companion was one of sheer, uncontrollable fear. His clothes were of the patched and ragged description which, marks the habitual tramp. His companion, evidently of the same class of wayfarer, was a big, powerful specimen of humanity, who might have passed for a more than usually unkempt and unpicturesqne gypsy. “Stop!” he said, and the man in front obeyed. “See that there pool?” said the big man. when he had caught him up. “Take this hyer stick an’ rinse it there. Quick!” The other peered at the article in question and recoiled a step. “Why? No, no! I won’t! I—l can’t! Do it yourself!” “An’ let you gimme the slip an’ pitch your yarn to the first person you meet? Not ser bloomin' likely! Ketch ’old of it, d’yer hear? All rignt, then; come along o’ me an’ do it.” He held him in his powerful grasp and the other, who seemed in a half paralyzed condition, allowed himself to be marched off the road to where the sinking sun turned the flat sur face of a stagnant pond to a blood-red disc. When the man had done what he intended, there was a darker thread of color on its lifeless surface. “Sit down!” commanded the big man. “I want a few' words with you. Sit down, I tell yer! Now. Wait till I got my pipe alight.” He pulled for a few moments in a sullen silence. Then he turned sud denly on his companion. “Who was he?” he demanded. “Who—what? Him?” with a jerk of his head in the direction from whence they had come. “I don’t know who he was. It’s no use asking me any thing. I wish —” “Don’t snivel,” said his captor, an grily. “Didn’t you say som’ink about havin’ spoke to ’im?” “I was sitting in the ditch,” said the little man, whose speech showed that he was one of the great army of the fallen-from-better-days; “I was mor tal hungry and--and dry, and present ly 1 saw him coming along the road. He looked prosperous and w T ell-fed and I got up when he was near me and asked him for a trifle.” “Go on,” growled the other, as he paused. “He called me a good-for-nothing tramp and swore he’d have the country side cleared of the ‘damned breed’— those were his very words, but his eyes were kind and I dare say he was a good :60rt.” The big man swore horribly. 4i Drcp all tha‘.” he said. “You fol lowed him, didn’t yer?” “To the bend in the lane, where the tree trunk lay across the ditch, and there I dropped back and lay down alongside It and tightened my belt. I couldn’t see you coming, because the bead bid you then, but I beard your voices a moment later and bis was angrier than ever. I suppose two dirty tramps in ten yards fairly upset him.” He seemed to have forgotten bis companion for tbe mo ment, but a growling oatb recalled bim to his surroundings, and he shivered. “I crawled out and looked round tbe end of the log, and I saw him threaten you with his fist and pass you by, ami 1 saw you— '* He stopped short and shiv ered again. “An’ then I caught sight of yer,” said the murderer, slowly, after a short pause, and turning his bully’s gaze upon his companion; “an’ why I didn’t put a stopper on you, too. I don’t ’ardly know,” “Perhaps,” retorted the eyewitness, with a feeble flicker of spirit, “perhaps because I hadn’t got my back turned.” “What’s your name?” he demanded. “I’ve tried to forgot,” said the other, blinking painfully, “but the last thing I was called when —when I knew any one, was ‘Gin-and-Misery.’ ” “I’ll call you ‘Misery’ for short,” with a hoarse chuckle. “I'm known —not about ’ere, but in the parts 1 come from —as ‘Black Jock.’ Now we’re intro dooced, which is just as well, ’cos we’re goiu’ to be very close company icr some lime to come. Understand?” “if you’ll only let me go, 1 swear —take my dying oath, i will —that 1 'll never tell a soul, ill go straight away and keep my mouth, shut. ill forget ail about it. 1 swear I will! Let me go — for God's sake, let me go my way and you go yours!” He poured it ail out in an awful frenzy of agonized, desperate tear, but the other shook his great head. “No,” he said, and beat the ground with his cudgel at each repetition of the word “no.” *.T tell yer, no —no —nol Yer might keep yer word or yer might not. You'll be within reach o’ me till we’ve put two counties Twixt us an' this. Out o' my sight you’re not goin’ ter stir. An’ you’d best not try any vamoosin games. I'm quick on my feet an’ I'm quick with my anus —as you know,” he added, grimly. “Now, come along.” Night had fallen and a yellow moon shone through the tree tops when they halted, foot-sore and weary, at the gate of a field. “Looks like a barn o’ some sort yon der,” observed Black Jock. “Might do worse than that for a night’s lodgin'.” “Why not sleep in the open?” quav ered Gin-and-Misery, whose courage the falling of the night had not served to increase. “Because,” retorteu the other, turning upon him, “I want a door I can sleep across. See?” Jock pulled open the door and mo tioned |iis companion to enter. “Strike a light,” he said. The other did so. A pile of twigs and branches was heaped against one end of the interior; the rest of the floor hidden by a thick layer of straw. “Couldn’t do better,” observed tbe murderer. “Douse the glim an’ turn in over there.” He pointed to the farthest corner. Jock shut the door carefully and dark ness thick and impenetrable settled upon them. What was that? Wide awake and trembling in every limb, he strained his eyes and ears. A rat? He could have sworn he had heard the straw rustle, as though something had moved stealth ily. More torturing sleeplessness and gnawing suspense, and waiting tor he knew not what. Once again he nodded, once agaiD the mysterious rustling tore his heavy eyelids open. Even as he once more fumbled for the matches, Le noticed something that petrified him as he sat. He could see the streak of moonlight under the door again. Then Jock had moved —was not asleep. Another match flared. The murderer lay still in precisely the same attitude, breathing loudly and regularly. Could it be his fancy? Perhaps he had shifted slightly in his sleep. Yet surely he was nearer than at first. Black carkness again, the same mad dening moments of staring and listen ing. The sweat ran down through his unkempt beard and he clenched his teeth to keep from laughing aloud. There, again—there was no doubt of the rustling this time. Frantically he struck a third match, and as it flared up something touched his foot. He shrieked, and in an instant the murder er’s hand was at his throat and the mur derer’s knee on his chest. The match flew from his fingers and he struck and bit and struggled with the desperation of frantic terror. Twice the terrible stick was raised fer the blow, and twice it struck harmlessly against the side of the hut. He twined the fingers of his left hand in the tan gled black beard and struck and scratched and tore with the other. STARKVILLE, MISS., FRIDAY, MAY 19, 1905. Involuntarily his assailant turned hla head. In an instant “Gin-and-Misery,’* with an inspiration born of despair, had wrenched the cudgel away and struck with all his might at the dark shotk of hai r silhouetted against the fl ames. The grip on his throat relaxed; the huge frame drooped and sank across his own body. For a moment he lay gasping for breath; the air was thick with rolling smoke and flying sparks. With a su preme effort he dragged himself from under his prostrate companion, crawled to the door, pushed it open and stag gered out into the still, cool night. Free! READ ADDRESS ON AN EGG Young Woman’s Joke Brings a Re ply That May Lead to Future Matrimonial Results. Porham, Minn—lt was while visiting in lowa last fall that a young woman oi this place wrote her name on an egg that was being prepared for market and is now in receipt of a letter and two pho tos of the man who discovered the ad dress on an egg that he ordered in a res taurant. The letter states that the writer called for two boiled eggs in a New Y'ork res taurant, and that just before breaking the shell of one saw the name and ad dress written on it, forwarded a letter and two photographs to the address. The writer slates that he would like to be come better acquainted and adds that he is the captain of an ocean-going vessel, and that if his letter is not answered soon the young woman may not get a response to her missive, if she sends one, for some time. The Perham girl in question is unde cided as to her course of action in the matter, and is more or less excited ovei the outcome of her little joke. She has written to her friend in lowa in regard to the matter, asking her ad vice. If the lowa woman advises her tc answer the letter from the captain it i:. not unlikely that the incident may be ended at the altar. CRUELTY SHOCKS ENGLAND Startling Tale of Treatment of Aus tralian Aborigines —Men and Women Are Slaves. London. —An extraordinary picture of the condition of the aborigines in west ern Australia was drawn in the house of commons in the course of a discussion on the consolidated fund bill by John Campbell, the nationalist member for South Armagh. Their position is practically slavery, he said, for they are employed without wages, the old and infirm are deprived ol their rations, and whenever there hap pens to be a cattle killing raid native set tlements are driven to the place of trial in chains. Neck chains are used for both men and women witnesses as well as prisoners, and no witnesses for the defense are al lowed to speak, and prisoners are in duced by threats to plead guilty, and sen tenced to long terms of imprisonment. Sir Henry Seton Kerr supported this terrible indictment, and explained that' when grants of land were made to white settlers no reserves were made for the blacks, and the latter, deprived of their only food, the kangaroos, had to choose between starvation and killing the white man’s cattle. CHURCHLESS FOR 130 YEARS Pennsylvania Town’ Dedicates Its First House of Worship in Over a Century. Braddock, Pa.—Wallsborough. though 130 years old and having 6,000 inhabi tants, has just dedicated its first church. For 27 years Wallsborough has been the eastern terminal of the Pennsylva nia railroad’s local service, and when the Philadelphia and Greensburg turn pike was built a century and a quartei ago. it was the relay station between GreenSburg and Pittsburg. It has never, up to this time, had even a mission, and circuit preaching was un known there. Its citizens stayed home on Sundays up to 16 months ago, when Rev. I. P. Truxal of this city went among the neglected railroad men and started a mission of the United Brethren church. The church to-day has 160 members. A pretty $12,000 brick and stone church was consecrated free from debt. A Pitiful CaYe. The Layman—ln spite cf his wealth, old Mr. Goldbond’s case is a sad one. He hasn’t a relative in the world. The Lawyer—Dear me! Do you mean to say there isn’t even a distant cousir to contest his will?—Brooklyn Life. THE PRESIDENT CLASS. Ifellow Students of Roosevelt in Who Have Achieved Fame and Fortune. Roosevelt s class of ’BO, that will fig ure with the president at Harvard commencement this year, contains an interesting set of names, says the Bos ton Record. Col. Gaston, of 'BO, is in control of the democratic organization; Quincy, of ’BO, has been mayor of Bos un; Andrews, of ’BO, is a justice of the New York supreme court, so-called. Alray Lee and Wendell, of ’BO, are phil anthropic sociologists; Brackett, of 'BO, writes sacred music; Hibbard, of ’BO, writes (prolificaily) short stories. Opdycke, of ’BO, translates from the romance languages and has been deco rated by the king of Italy. Billings, oi ’BO, is the Rev. Endicott Peabody’s first assistant at Groton school, where the older Roosevelt boys ave students. Woodbury, of ’BO, is sec retary of the Boston park commission. Keene, of ’SO, is consul at Florence. Gilman has just been settled as pas tor at Canton, Mass.; Bob Bacon has retired after making a fortune in Slate street and Wall street. 11. N. Fowler is a Greek professor at Western Reserve; A. B. Hart is Har vard's leading professor of history and a voluminous author: R. M. Salton stall is one of the Suffolk bar’s be?t known attorneys; F. A. Tupper is head master of the Brighton high school; P. E. Whiting was formerly associate business manager of the Boston Her ald, and Robert Winsor is the execu tive man at Kidder, Peabody & Co.’s banking house; W. G. L. Taylor is pro fessor of political science at Nebraska university. NEW FUEL FROM REFUSE Paper Pulp Furnishes Material Con vertible Into an Economical Heat Producer. From the refuse of paper pulp mills an Indiana glass worker has invented anew fuel which is said to possess more heat units per pound than either coal or wood and which can be manu factured and sold at a profit at one half the cost of coal. The refuse, re ports the Chicago Tribune, a combi nation of soda and lime, is mixed with crude oil until the finished product has a consistency of putty, being manu factured much as a plasterer makes mortar. In this state it may be cut with a spade and thrown into the fur nace or beneath the boiler, no kindling being necessary, as the material ig nites readily from the flame cf a match and burns with an intense heat and without smoke, except when under a strong draft. Its success as a fuel for domestic purposes was determined some time ago, but not until recently, when it was used beneath an engine boiler, had its value for manufacturing purposes been demonstrated. In this test a bushel basket of the fuel be neath a 16-horsepower boiler kept steam up for eight hours, no clinkers and little ash remaining after the fire had burned down. Aside from the pos sibility of a cheaper fuel, the invention is of importance in converting the thousands of tons of refuse which ev ery pulp mill in the country turns out annually into a valuable by-product. Decorations for Workmen. A system of industrial decorations as a means of encouraging workingmen to a faithful and continued service In the same establishment has been instituted by the Belgian government. The pre scribed conditions are that the person selected for the honor must have been in the employment of one firm or manu factory continuously for not less than 25 years, and that the candidate must be recommended to the government by his employer for faithful application and service during that period. The limita tions are that only one candidate for every 100 workmen in each establish ment may be selected yearly if the term of employment is 25 years; if the term of employment reaches 30 years one can didate for every 25 workmen may bd selected. Mistook the Occasion. Tess —What a queer remark that man made about the bride. Jess —What was it? “He said: ‘How natural she don’t you think so?* ** “Force of habit. He’s an under taker.” —Philadelphia Press. Simple Aid to Happiness. Don’t worry about your health. Keep In good condition and get as much fresh air as you can. People who are always puttering over themselves are like misers—they don’t enjoy what they have. —Boston Trailer. NUMBER 10. BRAIN CELL IS TRICKY, j Simple Illustration of the Working of an Independent Unit of the System. The anatomy of the nervous system and consequently its physiology was re garded in the past as very simple. Cayai showed that the specific brain cell is an independent unit provided with multiple processes, by means of which it is capa ble of acting not through one nerve alone but several. This independent brain unit or cell is called a neuron, says the Booklover’s Magazine. A simple illustration of how the neu ron works is furnished by our not infre quent hunt lor a name or an idea which we know we possess. We feel that the name is there, but we cannot recall it. We get various names near it, beginning even with the same letter or the same vowel sound, yet only after minutes or even hours does it actually occur to us. What is supposed to happen is that the particular cell of intellection which we are using throws out its process among the cells of memory for names and through this process is brought in con nection with cells containing similar names; it is only after a more or less prolonged search that it hits on the right one. It is as if the telephone operator in the central office felt around blindly for the connection wanted and only after putting the plug into various holes eventually struck the proper cue. PERMIT TED THE SUN TO SET King of the East Coast of Africa Granted His Permission Each Day. “One of the odd things that I saw in the trip \ip the east coast of Africa was the permission giver- each day by one of the kings for the sun to set.” said T. A. Rose, who recently made a trip to South Africa, reports the Mil waukee Sentinel. “At one of the ports where we stopped the soldiers were drawn up on the parade ground before the royal palace an the sun was set ting. With pomp and ceremony the ruler advanced to the front of the bal cony on the second floor and majesti cally waved his hand toward the sun. “One of his subjects explained to me that it was the royal sanction for the sun to set. When asked as to whether the ruler gave his permission for the sun to rise in the morning, the man replied that the sun must always rise before the ruler, but that it could never go down unless the royal hand waved approval. The king who did this was the sultan of Zanzibar. “I hardly believed that he himself was sincere in thinking that his per mission was necessary, for he was ed ucated for four years at Harrow' col lege in England, but the performance was to increase the belief among his subjects in his divine origin.” HEAT IN G FIELD Illinois Communities That Are Fur nished with Steam and Hot Water. Young men of an engineering and me* chanical turn of mind are finding a promising business in establishing heating plants in the larger country towns. Most of these plants, reports the Chicago Tribune, are conducted in con nection with the electric light plants, the exhaust steam of the latter being utilizied for heating water for a hot water service. Paxton, an Illinois town, is one of the examples of what may be done in this line. It has a hot water service, and Is now being served to 85 patrons, who claim that the experiment has proved satisfactory. The exhaust steam of the electric plant which is owned by the heating company is utilized in heating the w r ater. A charge of 20 cents per Bquare foot of radiation a year is made, and at this rate it is claimed a saving is had over other kinds of heat. Other Illinois towns that have tried this service are Waukegan, Evanston and Bloomington. At Bloomington there is both a steam and a hot water service. Not All One-Sided. “Why,” she complained, “is a man allowed to do things that a woman cannot do without being disgraced? Tell me that, if you think our priv ileges are as great as the ones you possess.” “Oh, that’s all right. Women are al lowed to do things that men couldn’t do without running the risk of being shut up in lunatic asylums. Think what they w'ould do to a man who, be ing in moderate circumstance?, would want to pay S3O for a hat.”—Cnicaga Record-Herald.