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The Starkvillc News
■ PUBLISHED WEEKLY. tTARKVILIJt : : t MISSISSIPPI. Vegetable Immigrants. It seems strange to look back on the days when we imported fruit and vegetables, with the whole plant king dom ready to be conquered for our farmers. We smile when we recall the days “before the war,” when the tomato was a • curio from Peru —a “poison apple” used to frighten the slaves into obedience. Yet last year we grew it on 600,000 acres of land. The Franciscan fathers were early workers in this respect. The alfalfa they introduced in the ’6Os —which found its way here from Asia Minor, by way of Chile —has turned 2,000,000 acres into an immensely profitable farm area. Their sprigs of olive, too, now cover 1,000 orchards. And a few orange cuttings from the Brazilian east coast, due to the foresight of an American woman, to-day represent $8,000,000 a year for the California crop alone. As one of the smaller things, take the horseradish of Malin, a little village near Vienna —the best of its kind in the w'orld. Then behold roots secured on the spot, and in due time handed over to New Jersey growers. The result was surprising. Not only did it yield a ton more per _ acre, but the cash result was SIOO an acre over and above the ordinary yield. And in a single county of that small state the production of horse radish grew from a few ' hundred pounds a year to more than 1,000,000 pounds, says Appleton's Magazine. It has been the same with the potato from the highlands of Colombia and Peru; the rhubarb from central Asia: the asparagus from England; the cel ery of south Europe; the Beldi and Telli barleys from Algeria, which have given such wonderful results in our southwest; likewise the Ivanov rye from Russia, now grown in Maryland and Kansas; and the Abruzzes rye from the Italian highlands. Half Hours with Best Husbands. The suggestion recently made that women adopt an arbitrary system of social intercourse with their hus bands and set aside a certain propor tion of the day for this purpose, has met w’ith various forms of criticism, according to the experience of the critic. On the whole, it may be said that it is with husbands as it is with authors. Half hours with the best authors are frequently unsatisfying, because if the author is to one’s taste a half hour is all too short a time to spend with him, while If he proves un suitable. a moment spent in commun ion with him is tedious. Generally speaking, any arbitrary form of hu man intercourse is unsatisfying, says Chicago Tribune. Women w r ho have regular days “at home” have been knowm to confess that the day some times becomes a burden, and those ambitious readers who have set aside certain hours each day for the perusal of uplifting books have failed at times to feel the uplift. Of course, being “at home” to a husband is a less formal and less formidable affair than being at home to friends, and the reading of a man always offers a piquancy unknowm to books, but just because the matter is one of greater delicacy and spirituality it should be removed from the drawbacks of for mality. Mr, Schwab, w'ho may know' how to make steel and all about such heavy work, has plunged into the woman question and solved it without waiting to draw' a second breath. When a man who grabs off a few' millions in one line begins to contemplate his money he thinks that he must neces sarily know all about everything. Mr. Schwab says that housework is the noblest occupation for women and that they shouldn’t do anything else. The girl who must earn her living, in stead of studying stenography or be coming understudy to a bucket shop man, should knock at the back door and see if the family doesn’t want a hired girl. Work like this, says the steel man, will develop any girl and bring her out as a perfect woman. But where is she to get the job'- The women of the household will have read Mr. Schwab’s advice also and they will be keen "to do their own work. Mr. Schwab can see that the scheme will defeat its own purpose. In fact, many women now employing help would dis charge the girls if they believed what he says, and there would be nothing left for the girls but to drift down town and run the banks and the in surance offices. POORSHADE OF ROYALTY Baroness Harden - Hickey Once Ruled in Royal State on the Island of Trinidad\ Now with Mind • Hopelessly Gone f Is in Sanitarium with Delusions of Former Greatness Her Only Comfort • New York. —“Almost a queen!” Fit title" for a modern %elodrama, this phrase which, in invisible characters, is written over the door of a private room in a sanitarium at Stamford, Conn. Almdst it might be called an epitaph, for behind that door sits the mental wreck of a New' York woman who ruled figuratively by her beauty and charm, and literally by the title conferred upon her by her own hus band, his highness, Jacques 1., prince of Trinidad. To-day Baroness Anne Harden- Hickey has for her subjects only de voted attendants and fellow-delusion- Ists, each of whom in his or her way rules over a little kingdom which none other may enter. For the once beautiful and gifted daughter of J. H. Flagler, cousin of Henry M. Flagler, the Standard Oil magnate, has lost her reason. The death of her dare devil husband, whom she worshiped, and drugs, taken to forget her loss and grief, have done their work. The woman who was almost a queen will never mingle with the world again. On East Fifty-fourth street, be tween Third and Lexington they still talk of the stately woman who walked among them unseeingly, save when she performed some regal act of kindness or charity. There, in a commonplace apartment house, she kept up her little court circle and for got all else. A few of her Immediate family she received as her equals; all others were given a regal audience. And yet an audience was eagerly sought by her neighbors, for despite certain eccentricities which come with failing mentality, Baroness Harden- Hickey was a woman of marvelous charm. Her neighbors never laughed at her. Thoughtless children never pointed the finger of youthful scorn at her wavering figure. Tradespeople and policemen on the beat rose as one man to protect her coming and her going—but few, indeed, knew the true history of their almost queen. Wooed While Being Educated. Baroness Harden-Hickey, born Anne Flagler, received every advant age, and her education was completed by several trips abroad. On one of these she met and was wooed by Jacques or James Harden-Hickey, as dashing a character as the nineteenth century ever knew outside of book covers/ He claimed to be a French man by birth, but rumor has it that he was born in San Francisco In 18S4 and removed to France at a very ten der age. However this may have been, he grew up a pronounced royalist, and after the establishment of the republic w-as a diverting political figure. After being graduated from the French mili tary school at St. Cyr, where he left A brilliant record as a, duelist at least, 'he established a newspaper of his own called the Triboulet. As he was only 23, his career as an editor and pub lisher was marked by a succession of duels, fines for damages, assessed by the French tribunals, and strong ani mosity among the Republican poli ticians, rather than subscribers and financial returns. It ended in his fleeing to London, where he found life altogether too tame, so he took pas infs on the British bark Astoria, to tee the world. Off the southeast coast of Brazil, in the South Atlantic, the boat was thrown out of its course by a storm, and a boat’s crew, including their passenger keen for ad venture, went ashore on a precipitous Island named Trinidad for water and such fresh provisions as might be picked up. The crew found an abandoned Portu guese settlement, buildings falling to decay, all signs of cultivation hidden by wild vines and plants. The Imagination of Jacques Harden- Hickey was fired. He saw that with cultivation crops might be raised. There were fields of guano and pasture enough for sheep raising and, best of all, the island was unclaimed by any power. Some day he would be king of this Inland. On his return to Europe he met Anne Flagler, and in less than a year had w r on and married her by a special dispensation of the pope, who also created him a baron. This was in 1889. In 1893 he realized his ambi tion. Financed largely by his wife and her relatives, though there were rumors of a SIOO,OOO loan, he landed his colonists on the forlorn little island of and there he set up his court. His overseers were white, but the land was cultivated by peons. His palace was a mere hut, but it stood apart from the rest, and his court was held as punctiliously as that of St. James. To be sure, tljere was a great shortage in court ladies, but the beauty and enthusiasm of his devoted wife, who entered into all his plans, made his peculiar kingdom a paradise. But one fatal mistake had been made. The foreign powers had been formally notified that the Island of Trinidad had been colonized as an In dependent state or principality under Prince Jacques 1., and two years later, in 1895, Great Britain decided that she needed Just that island for a future coaling station. Their movements ac celerated by a British gunboat, the colonists fled from the island in the yacht of their prince and princess. For years Jacques I. of Trimdad fought for the recognition of his rights and almost made Trinidad an international issue. But after being mixed up in a filibustering scheme aimed at one of the Hawaiian islands not yet annexed to the United States, the Harden-Hickey star waned. Al ways accompanied by his devoted wife, he led a more or less adven turous career, and finally wound up in El Paso, Tex., where a pistol shot •* Y /*** n ' mm mar mitiiDAp I ended his disappointments, In Feb ruary, 1898. Adventurer though he was, Harden- Hickey was a man of honor and finan cial probity—the type of man wJro commands the respeot of his wife — and Anne, princess of Trinidad, never ceased to grieve for him. A Parlor Her Throne Room. She came north, and though her per sonal fortune had been dissipated through her loyalty to her husband and his many schemes she was amply provided for by her relatives. Society no longer charmed her. To ease her aching heart and find comfort in sleep she cook to chloral, and then began her new life —the life in which she was, to her own diseased mind at least, a veritable queen. The comfortable front room or par lor of her small apartment at No. 147 East Fifty-fourth street* became her throne-room. Here she graciously re ceived and mingled with her relatives, who never ceased to hamor her in her desires and whims. Here, on rare oc casions and with due form, she re ceived such neighbors as she felt were worthy of admission. And here she lived with a single lady-in-waiting, who never failed to bring out the royal robes when they were demanded, who served meals to her sovereign with all the glittering formality the apart ment’s simple fittings would permit; and from the humble door of the gray stone apartment-house Baroness Anne passed out, when so Inclined, to drive or walk her triumphant way through the neighborhood. Always stately and gentle, gracious and especially kindly to children, she never became an object of pity or scorn in the humble neighborhood. She never mumbled to herself, as those who live In a world of their own ofttimes do. She carried herself like a princess and never became gro tesque. / Walked in Regal State. To be sure, her costumes were net always of that tailor-made brant} af fected by New York’s well-groomed women. Sometimes she decided that her triumphal progress through the streets would be heightened by an all over lace frock, worthy indeed of a court appearance, though decidedly behind the times. But the court train was there, the feathered headdress, the dainty handkerchief and fan, the high-heeled shoes, and the regal car riage of one who had been almost a queen. When she entered a shop in the neighborhood and left an order she did not haggle about prices nor limit her purchases by mere pounds or quarts. She ordered as for a royal household, and the tradespeople knew how much should be sent. No one im posed on the queen of East Fifty fourth street. Map of Trinidad. Sometimes, when the chloral had been less deadening than usual, Anne —Baroness Anne —would catch frag ments of some neighborly sorrow. Then indeed did the queenly nature come to the surface. With all the graciousness which a Victoria might show to the family of a hero, to which Anne added the democratic personal sympathy which a real queen may not display, she would go to the stricken one and minister financially and spir itually. The children of the neighbor hood built fairy tales about the mys terious woman who sat all day long in her apartmen* in queenly state, waiting for the king who had passed out of her life forever. Or, again, she came slowly into their midst and wait ed for an open carriage—a victoria preferred—in which she might lean back and bow graciously from side to side as the women and children of the neighborhood saluted her. The cab bies all knew her and stood at atten tion as she entered her vehicle. The motormen on the Third avenue and Lexington avenue cars knew her, too. and watched for the quaint figure which stopped not for trolleys nor trucks nor ambulances, but swept se renely on its way across crowded thoroughfares, secure in the belief that no man would run down a queen. Sudden Disappearance. But there came a day when her wan derings led too far from the graystono apartment-house, when her lady-in waiting could no longer control the household expenditures and the chari ties of the woman who was almost a queen drained upon the purses even of her millionaire relatives. Then Baron ess Anne Harden-Hlckey disappeared from her little kingdom on East Fifty fourth street. Her neighbors spoke of her regretfully. The cabbies and the motormen looked for her in vain. Their erstwhile queen was in the care of relatives who had spirited her away, far from prying eye l and gos siping tongues. For almost a year she lived thus In retirement; where, none but her family knew. Then came the public announcement that Baroness Anne Harden-Hickey had been re moved to the Stamford sanitarium, there to reign over her imaginary sub- SAjpaMtss Jecta and to await the call of her princely consort from that dark and uncertain shore whither he had pre ceded her on adventures which she had always yearned to share with him. The Teacher. If we work upon marble, it will per ish; if we work upon brass, time will efface it; if we rear temples, they will crumble into dust; hut if we work npon immortal souls, if we imbue them with principles, with the just fear of God and love of fellow men, we engrave on those tablets some thing which will brighten all eternity. —Daniel Webster, FROM ONE FORMULA SIX TASTY AND ATTRACTIVE - DISHES MAY BE MADE. Ingredients Required Are Simple and Always on Hand —Dutch Rolls a Welcome Addition to Any Menu. I have found, after a great many cx. periments, that no less than tasty, attractive and extremely economical dishes may be made from this one simple but reliable formula, properly carried out, writes ‘A. M. 0. in the Delineator. The ingredients required are: One quart of sifted flour, live teaspoonfuls of baking powder, half a cupful of butter, one small teaspoonful of sugar, half a small teaspoonful of salt and sufficient milk to make the dough of a soft consistency. My method of mixing is to sift the baking powder with the flour, I then add the butter, which must previously have been cut into.small pieces, and follow with the sugar and salt. I mix all these* ingredients together thor oughly with the hands, rubbing the butter well into the flour, after which I add tho milk. I then mix as lightly and handle as little as possible. With this dough as a foundation it will he easy to prepare any one of the following dishes: 1. Tea Biscuits. —Place the dough on the mixing-board and flatten it with the hand until it is no more than an inch in thickness, but do not use the rolling pin upon it. Cut the biscuits with a tumbler, cup or biscuit cutter, and bake in a buttered tin, in a mod erate oven for about half an hour. 2. Dutch Rolls.—Roll the dough out until it Is about half an inch thick; then dot it with small bits of butter, about half an inch apart. Sprinkle generously with sugar, and roll as if making a roly-poly; then cut in slices, each about an inch thick, and bake in a w’ell-buttered pan in a hot oven for about an hour. 3. Raisin Loaf.—Make he mixture as directed, but add half a pound of raisins before adding the milk; then bake in a bread tin, in a slow oven for three-quarters of an hour. 4. Shortcake.—Mix as directed, then bake in a round tin for half an hour. Split the cakes and butter them while hot; afterwards place a layer of fresh fruit or preserves between them and serve with sifted sugar and whipped cream. 5. 'Roly-Poly Pudding. —Mix as di rected; roll the dough until it is about half an inch thick; then cover it with fresh fruit and roll it up. Place It in a granite dish or earthen bowl and steam for half an hour. If preferred, the dough may be covered with jam or jelly, and, after being roll ed up tightly, baked, a process that will take about three-quarters of an hour. 6. Pie Crust. —This mixture will also make a good, plain pie crust, and is especially good when used in mak ing meat pies. (Copyright, 1907, The Delineator, New York.) To Clean Furniture. Go over the furniture with a cloth dipped in parafin oil and allow* it tc stand for an hour, which will loosen the dirt. Next wash the furniture with a suds made of pure soap and rain water. Rub very dry with a soft cloth and polish with a piece of white flannel dipped in turpentine. This will not injure a piano, but restores the brilliant polish. Furniture gets dull because it's dirty and needs to be cleaned with soap and water. Chocolate Bread Pudding. Prepare a cup of fine w’hite bread crumbs; melt two squares of chocolate and mix with a quart of hot milk; add the crumbs, a pinch of salt and sugar to taste. Pour over the yolks of two beaten eggs, and bake till set; cool, spread with jam and cover with a meringue. Fig Jelly. Pick over, wash and soak over night In cold water one pound of cooking figs. Cook in the water in which they were soaked over a very slow fire un til tender. Drain off the liquid and tc each pint of it add the juice of two lemons, a half cup of sugar and a hall ounce of gelatine, soaked beforehand In three tablespoonfuls of cold water. Strain through a jelly bag into molds wet with cold water, and, set aside un til cold; then put in the ice chest until firm. Eat with cream. The jelly should be #rich amber color. To Preserve Historic House. At Littlefield, Conn., the house in which Judge Tappan Reeve started the first law school in this country in 1744 has just been sold at auction tc persons who will see that it is pre served for its historical value. Another Good Way. Deacon Slicker —“I think the par son is not sufficiently progressive, and yet I hate to suggest that we* dis charge him.” Deacon Hardshell— “ Why not raise his salary? Then he’ll probably drop dead.”—Puck.