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THE STARKVILLE NEWS.
VOLUME IV. fIA LADY OfT| 11 LONG AGO || THE sudden shying of Ills spirited mare almost threw Dudley into the road, but in an instant he had con trol of the plunging animal, whose movements bad to be confined to a strictly up and down course, as the nar row, grass-grown road was bordered on either side by a thicket of tropical growth of assorted shrubbery, overhung by trailing wild grape vines. When Dudley and the mare w-ere quite normal the former looked about for the cause of the unexpected maneuvers. The cause stood in some bushes at the right of <he road, and as Dudley gazed at the fantastic figure he instantly exonerated his horse. “The Lady of Long A go,” who stood by the roadside looked as if she might have been cut from the pages of an 1830 maga zine. A multi-niffled voluminous silk skirt, certainly worn over hoops, a black lace mantilla, & poke straw bonnet cov ered with flowers, a white lace veil, silk gloves, with reticule comprised the at tire of the quaint figure. Her snow white hair was parted in the middle and fell over each ear in symmetrical ringlets. “Oh, I pray you. pardon me,” she said In a thin, little voice. “I fear I startled your steed. I tried to withdraw from the road when I heard you coming, but the shrubbery is impenetrable.” Dudley lifted his hat courteously and assured her that it was of no moment, while his mare turned her head in mor tification on beholding the harmlesness of the little piece of antiquity. “Is this your road?” asked Dudley. “I should be pleased to drive you to your destination. My horse is quite manage able —you need not be alarmed.’' “The Lady of Long Ago,’’ as Dudley termed her in his thoughts, came for ward. raised a tiuy foot to the step and sprang lightly in. “Thank you kindly, sir. 1 am on my way hither to the home of Squire Lang ley, twvo miles this road, then to the east on|T mile.” “This road does not seem to have been much traveled,” remarked Dudley. **l should think the road commisisoner would get in here and mow out all this stuff! ” The lady gave a little shriek. “Oh. sir! it w-ould be vandalism! The road is a thing of beauty as it is. My nephew would not allow it to be cut down. You have never traveled this -way before?” “No, I am not quite sure of my road now.” “Are you a stranger in this vicinity, then?” “Entirely; though I hope not to be long. I am in search of a friend of my father’s.” “Indeed! May I inquire the name? I am familiar with all the goodly folk about here.” “His name is Henry Hartley.” She gave a little start and looked at him keenly through her veil. “That, sir. is my nephew's name.” She removed her gloves, opened her reticule and hastily fumbled among its contents “l find that I have failed to bring a card,” she said, in shocked tones. “My name is Laviaia Hartley.” “And my name,” he responded, “is Dudley Johns. That is also my father’s name.” “And quite a household w r ord with us. I assure you. My nephew frequently speaks of your father. I feel as though I ought to accompany you. but I am on my way to a tea party. Of course, you will be at the house on my return this evening. My nephew- will insist upon a visit from you.” “I certainly hope to meet you again and often.” said Dudley, earnestly, “but did you know my father? It seems as if 1 had heard him speak your name,” She fumbled nervously at the reticule. “I —pardon me, sir. but my memory is very deficient. I cannot tell you. This is the turn you must take. Our home is Dinner ana a Little Change. One day a well-dressed stranger called at a Lawrence hotel, relates the Kansas City Journal, and told the land lord that he was broke and very hungry. The landlord took him to the dining room and gave orders for the dinner. When he got up from the table a S2O bill dropped from his handkerchief -which he drew from his pocket. A waiter picked it up and handed it to the land lord, who confronted him with the fact and at once took out 75 cents (25 cents is the regular price) and returned $19.25 a mile away, a large house on the right.” “Of course,” he said, “I shall take you to Squire Langley’s.” During the rest of the drive Dudley lis tened, fascinated, to the quaint speech of the Lady of Long Ago. They passed a mowing machine and again Dudley had an anxious moment with the mare, H 8 expected that his companion would faint, shriek or try to catch the reins; but she did none of these feminine things. She remained serene and im movable, in ladylike posture. “My nephew drives fractious horses, so 1 am used to these little diversions,” she explained, “and 1 rather like the ex citement. I trust you don’t think me unmaidenly.” “My aunt has an automobile and is her own chauffeur.” “Can that be possible!” She subsided into a shocked silence at such misguided relatives, but pres ently asked him if he had driven all tha way from home. “No; we are spending the summer at a country hotel ten miles from here, and I brought my horse with me.” “This is Squire Langley’s,” she said. “I will ask you not to drive me in, but to let me out at the entrance here. Thank you kindly for your courtesy. I shall hope to see you this evening.” “What lime do you expect to leave here?” asked Dudley. “I shall leave here about seven o’clock; but, Mr. Johns, may 1 ask a fa vor?” Her head was bent forward and the little wrhite curls were bobbing anx iously. “Certainly,” he replied, fervently. “Please not mention our meeting to my nephew-. He might think it unbe coming in me to ride w ith a st ranger, you know.” Dudley earnestly assured her that he would not mention the meeting and with a courtly bow he drove away, looking back to watch her trip over the green law n w-fiere were assembled many other little elderly figures. Seven o'clock that evening found him driving- down the road on which resided Squire Langley. When almost there he met the qaint Laay of Long Ago. “I thought I would drive down and fetch you home,” he said, reining his horse. “Oh, how r extremely kind! Iso en joyed the ride this moruieg.” she ex claimed. “The pleasure was mutual,” he replied, tritely. “And my nephew—was he glad to see you?” “Indeed he was! He insists on my re maining over night.” “I was sure he would. Did —did he speak of me?” “Yes; he show-ed me the little minia ture of you. It is wonderfully like you.” “And did you meet my great niece?” “No; she had gone to one of the neigh bor’s.” “Of course, he did not know you w-ere coming to meet me?” “No; I told him I wanted to exercise my horse. I’ll tell him I met you. recog nized you from the picture, and —” “Oh. no!” she interrupted. “I wish you would drive me dow-n that cross road w-here you met me this morning. I have an errand at a neighbor’s there, aqd I can come from there alone.” When they turned into the shaded, lonely road, Dudley suddenly stopped his horse. “Miss Mayme, aren’t those togs, the bonnet and veil, awfully hot and uncom fortable? Take them off.” And he be gan to untie the ribbon strings. “Oh. I think you are horrid.” she cried. “Who told you? Papa. He didn’t know-! ” “My dear Miss Mayme your make-up was perfect, and I guess your speech w r as. I am not posted on the vernacular, but I knew- you were masquerading as soon as you came out of the bushes and got into the carriage this morning.” “Oh. how- did you know?” she asked, imploringly, as she took off the veil, dis closing flushed, dimpled cheeks and bright, eager eyes. “I thought I looked the part so w r ell. They all said so at the party.” “When you put up your foot to the step I noticed it was shod in very up to-date evening slippers, and you sprang to the stranger, who was apparently dumfounded and speechless. Later on the vigilant landlord learned that the bill was counterfeit. Paying Business, This. A Wisconsin preacher is to get praise of salary because he has become the father of twins. This, together with the proposition to tax Wisconsin bachelors, would seem to indicate that the center of population ought in the natural course of events to establish itself some where in the Badger state. STARKVILLE, MISS., FRIDAY, JUNE 30, 1905. In so nimbly, I was suspicious. When you removed your glovts, your hands suggested the use of golf sticks instead of the knitting you had in your bag. You weren’t afraid of the horse, and some way, I felt your youth; but, most convincing of all, was the fact that my shoulder was literally w-hite with pow der. You kuow you bobbed your curls around a good deal!” A peal of girlish laughter rang out on the twilight air. “And 1 think I liked you because you were so sweet and gallant to an old lady! But this is the house where I get out. I left my outfit there for the role of Mayme Hartley. You see it was an ‘Old Folks’ party at the Langleys’, and 1 didn’t want papa to know I was impersonating Aunt Lavinia. He might not like it, so 1 dressed down here at the Gray,” “1 shall w-ait here for you,” said Dud ley, emphatically, as the girl alighted. Her quaintness and demureness had charmed him earlier in the day. He was a little curious to know if she would be as attractive in her new- role and with out those w-hite curls. Presently he heard the sw-ish of skirts, and. looking up. saw a slender young figur of glori ous radiance coming down the foot path.—Kansas City Star. THE NORTH SEA. The voice of the North Sea cabetF Solemn and full and slow: “Come down to my icy caverns, My grottoes and deeps below I will lay my head on your foreheac*. And on your fevered breast. You shall sleep serene and quiet— No dreams shall haunt your lest “I saw the boat of the Norseman Afloat in the silent night; I marked in the danger calmness. In the eye undaunted 1 light. ‘Come down!’ I cried. ‘AVe are kindred Thou man of fearless brow*. The door am I of Valhalla!’ How still his s.umbers now! “When the herring boats outw under I lift my mighty arms. ‘How beats my heart for fishers, The lovers of ocean charms! The cold it has kept these wate ’3 As pure as falling snow. Come hither intrepid seafnen** Behoid, they lie below-. “No harbor am I for spices, I 'pon my diadem In filigree of frost I wear The midnight sun for a gem. The I'rki.own North has linger* That roaeh into my tide. Oh, not for balmy pleasure He clutches deep.and w ide. “Ho, ye w-ho fear not anguish. Ye souls of steel, come forthl As Jacob fought with the angel. Come, struggle with the North! Stand face to face with trouble And meet death with a shout. The ga'.e that dims your courage Shall blow the North Star out!” —Youth's Companion. “KIDS” ELOPE IN AN AUTO. Children of 12 and 14 Take Big Tour ing Car as a First Aid to Matrimony. Philadelphia Pa. Twelve-year-oM Elsie French and her mother came from New York to visit Mrs. French’s sister, Mrs Robert Harrington, who lives in Overbrook. Robert Harington, Jr. 14 years old, and his cousin soon became in timate. “Let’s elope?” said young Harrington. Miss Elsie readily assented. The boy’s father, who is a produce merchant, happened to be out of town. “Let’s go aw-ay in papa’s auto,” said Harrington, Jr., enthusiastically, “it’s out in the carriage house and nobody will miss us.” Together they stole out to the car riage house. The boy ran out the big touring car, and his cousin jumped in Then he threw- on thepporerw r er and whizzed townward full tilt. They stopped in front of the Sixty-first and Thompson streets station house. “Let’s go in and get married,” sug gested the boy. Taking his cousin by the hand they entered the station house and sidled up to the desk where Magis trate Boyle was seated. “We w-ant to get married.” said the boy. The magistrate looked at the boy and girl. Then he caught a glimpse of the big auto outside. The children were taken home. Not Bothered. “Have you ever considered the debt of gratitude you owe to your country?’* “Yes.” answered Senator Sorghum. “But it doesn’t bother me. A debt of gratitude can’t foreclose any mort gages.”—Washington Star. Stubborn. “Self-opinionated? Well, I should say he is. I never met anyone so dog matic.” “Is that so?” “Yes; why, he’s positively bull-dog matic.” —Philadelphia Ledger, STRIKE IN THE HENNERY. Arbitration Committee Worsted in Argument on Merits of the Case. Once upon a time (very recently) a hen went upon a strike and refused to lay. Other hens followed her example, and the scarcity of hen fruit which resulted caused eggs to retail for some thing like 50 cents per dozen, says the Boston Post. In other words, strictly fresh eggs laid by scab hens were worth about five cents each in the shell. Even cold storage eggs which were deadly explosive and had to be handled with care brought 30 cents. The people got together and remon strated with the hens, but it did no good. Finally an arbitration commit tee waited on the hens and tried to persuade them to go back to work. The arbitration committee pointed out that only the rich could afford to eat eggs, but the hens refused to return to work. The arbitration committee then told the hens that if they per sisted in the strike they would bring race suicide on th°mselves. Then a wise old hen arose and spoke as follows: “In the spring w r hen us hens wish to sit the people give us porcelain doorknobs to sit on. If the porcelain doorknobs are as good as eggs to sit on, they ought to be as good to eat as eggs. Tell the people to eat porce lain doorknobs.” The arbitration committee could not answ'er this argument, and departed in tears. Moral —Deceit wdll come home to roost. ODD BITS ABOUT TIGERS. Easy and Independent Life of the Big Cats Near the City cf Amoy, China. Amoy is an island city on the China coast, near Formosa. There ara moun tains west of Amoy and according to a correspondent there are tigers in them. “These tigers lead an easy and indepen dent life in the caves and dens which abound. They come out of these every evening just as the shadows creep over the land and the blue mists rise from the lower ground and hide the hills. Then the inhabitants get within their houses and keep the doors between them and these savage brutes. Many a poor wom an. coming with water from the well, or a farmer, delayed too long in the fields, has fallen victim to them. The nights are spent by tigers in foraging and the foxes and wildcats that roam the hills and the dogs in the villages be come their prey. ‘There is nothing, however, that gives the tiger such supreme delight as the capture of a good-sized pig. They are truly Chinese in their tastes in this re spect. One of these animals will go at a steady trot with a dead pig thrown over its back up the sides of steep hills, jumping over huge bowlders and tak ing cross cuts over the most inaccessi ble ground. The physical strength of a tiger is something enormous, and its capacity for devouring large quantities of food is scarcely less amazing.” Reindeer Express. The capacity of the rheindeer for team work is remarkable. His hoofs are very broad and do not penetrate the snow crusts. He will swiftly draw a sled car rying 600 pounds, and with this load can cover 30. 50 and even 90 miles a day. The reindeer teams now carry the mails from Kotzebue to Point Barrow, a dis tance of 650 miles—the most northern ly post route in the world. No food is carried for the deer. At the end of the journey, or at any stopping places, he is turned loose and at once breaks through the snow to the white moss, which serves as food. It costs nothing to feed him. As the white settlements increase in the mineral bearing parts of Alaska, and in many places remote from railway and steamboat transportation, the reindeer express will be one of the most impor tant factors in territorial life. —South- ern Workman. Slow Fellow. “So the engagement is broken off?” “Yes. It seems she told him one evening that she wasn’t beautiful enough to be his wife, and he didn’t deny her statement quick enough to suit her.” —Philadelphia Ledger. Oldest Painting. What is believed to be the oldest European painting in existence has been found in Crhte by the Italian archaeological mission. It is on a sarcophagus, and is supposed to date back to 2500 years B. C. NUMBER 16. WINNING HIS OWN RAFFLE. Innkeeper Had a Sure Way of Cap turing the Prizes Put Up by Himself. August Belmont, at a certain di rectors’ meeting, was describing a fraud that had been brought to light in a proposition laid before the board, relates the New York Tribune. “These gentlemen," said Mr. Bel mont, “gave themselves away. They stood convicted out of their own mouths. They were like the innkeep er’s family that conducted the \reekly raffle. x “In this raffle the prizes were tur keys. ducks, young pigs, baskets of eggs and such like rural commodities. A quantity of steel disks, numbered from 1 to 25, were put into a black bag, and the little daughter of the innkeeper put her hand in the bag and drew a disk for each speculator in turn. The person whose number was the highest got the prize. “Well, it had been noticed that the innkeeper’s wife got the prizes pretty frequently, but nothing was thought of this by the simple, honest rural folk. “One evening though, the little girl, with her hand in the bag. paused. It was her mother’s turn, and she did not draw forth her mother’s disk in her usual quick and careless way. She rummaged about. The other rafflers looked at one another oddly. The inn keeper said: “ ‘Come. come, child, hurry up/ “ ‘But, father.’ said the little ‘girl, T can’t find the hot one.’ " FOLLOWED THE FASHIONS. Tiny Hiss Kept Herself Informed on What Was in Style and Out. The little daughter of a fashionable mother is accustomed to hear a great deal about The things that have “come in" or “gone out ’ of style, relates the Sew York Times After a visit to Sun day school she attempted to repeat to her younger brother some of the mir acles performed by our Lord. He was a most attentive listener, and when she had finished said: ‘ Do you believe that, sister?" “Why, of course I believe it, Jacky. It is true." “I didn’t know things could really happen like that.” “Oh. they don’t now." she replied in a superior tone. “All that sort of thing was years ago and has gone entirely out of style.” Upon one occasion she had visited several stores with her mother during the autumn millinery openings. As they were returning home they passed a market, with its wares displayed in the window. “Oh, mamma!” she cried. “Look, quick! Turkeys are coming in stylo again. The windows are full of them." SOUTH SEA OFFERTORIES. \ Strange Articles Contributed to the Church by Natives of Solo mon Islands. Odds and ends, and as queer a collec tion as one could hope to see, are found among the offertory contributions of the natives of Bugotu, in the British Solomon islands. It is no rare thing there for the minister to draw from the collection box a'string of red beads, which, providing it measures the length of the arms outstretched, is coin of the realm equaling a florin, but strings of white beads of the same length are but p.3 the insignificant three-penny-bit. Other articles among the collection on the last Bible Sunday in connection with the Melanesian mission church were white armlets, each equal in value to a shilling; pieces of tortoise shell, a bam boo box such as is used to carry lime for betel-chewing, a fine string bag. and a piece of the native cloth in which the Bugotu women wrap their babies to protect them from the Melanesian in sects. The whole collection on that par ticular Sunday was sold for £3l 10s. — no insignificant figure. Those Indefatigable Japs. Tom —I observed a statement in this morning’s paper to the effect that Duke Knowski announces that Rusisa has a long account to settle with Japan. Harry—Yes; and it looks like a run ning account at that, —Life. Takes It Kindly. The wise man hopes for the best, prepares for the worst and swallows the dose fate ladles out for him with ab cheerful a smile as though it were just what he was looking for. —Chica- go 3uu.