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THE TUPELO JOURNAL
l’CnLISUKU WKEftl.Y. TUPELO. : • MISSISSIPPI I- --r=r=L.rrz.1_s t “IT MATTERS NOT TO ME.” We’re selfish all, nor db we feel The Ills of life, the woe or weal That swift or slow on others steal; "It matters not to me." Men writhe betveath the tyrant’s lash. Or. whelm'd’ beneath misfortune's crash, Plan swift and1 far like raetear's flash; "That matters not to me.” In de. p distress men walk through llf« Despairing, faint, midst hopeless strife. Heart and hope a-ad\ miser}' rife; "Nor matters this to me." Souls, speeding swift to darksome night, Or sowing high In endless flight To thrilling scent s-of blissful light; "Matters not this to me?" Ah. no! Not thus! The rather may We feel for other®, toil and pray. And, loving each, tenderly say: "It matters much to me." Then, giving all of self In dbet? To every call of brother's need', Pbre'er we'll know by Heaven decree^ "It matters all to me." -Rev. D. R. Dowell, D. D., in, N. Y. Ob server. 7— ' ^ The Tale of Tenderfoot Canon 'Ey EDWARD B. CLARK. —!) ^\7OU all is askin’ uie why the ; name of this yere gulch is Tenderfoot Canyon? Well, I'll tell it to you straight, for it’s a yarn I never gets tired of relatin’. ‘‘It’s nigh ten year ago now when the tenderfoot come into camp on the stage. He was sure enough east ern. Tenderfoots wasn’t as common in them clays as they is now, and nat’rally they drawed attention. There's more tenderfoots here to day than there is of we-all, but then it was different. This tenderfoot called hisself Thomas Wright, and we finds out later that he give his self »he right brand. “Wright was jest out of a school of mines out Massychusetts way, and he came out here prospectin'. We-all was there when the stage come in. and we was onto the ten derfoot hard. The first thing he done was to streak it for the Bull Pup sa loon, and when we seen that we thought he was good stuff for a ten derfoot. We follows on kind of curi ouslike and gets into the Bull Pup just in time to hear the tenderfoot order Nosey Ike, the bar-keep, to give him a glass of milk. Nosey was plumb near knocked out, but he pulled his self together and told the tenderfoot there wasn’t a cow nearer than the Cherokee nation. “‘Ginger ale, then,’ says the ten derfoot, ‘and a long drink at that.’ He got it. but jest then Buck Bradley, who could lick anybody in any camp for a hundred miles round, broke in. Buck was with we-all, but he steps up to the front and goes to the bar about ten foot away from the ten derfoot. Buck had been to call on Nosey Ike about 30 times since his first eye-opener, and he was ready for fun. “He saj's to the tenderfoot: ‘We ain’t got no cows in this camp, and we don’t want no milk-drinking calves. Straight lieker is good enough for we-all out yere, and, stranger, slops don't go, so take some red eye or dance.’ And Ruck pulled his gun. “Yes, them things was done in them days, but they’s gone out now, ’cause the tenderfoots hold over us. We-all looked for a seared tender f foot when P>uek pulled his gun. We was sure surprised when the dood I says, calm like, looking at Buck in the eye, ‘I drinks what I please.’ “Buck was knocked out for a minit wuss than if whisky had done it, but he pulled hisself together and says: ‘Then dance,’ and he begun shootin’ into the floor about the tenderfoot’s feet. Well, the tenderfoot danced. He had no gun or I'll b'et from the juun ' * ■ »■ »v j v ' •* i u uuv to Buck. Ramson, the feller the preacher told the boys about, would a-danced. too. There ain’t no foolin' when a man’s got the drop and about SO drinks of licker under his belt. “When Buck emptied his gun he walked out, and the tenderfoot dis appeared through another door. He put Tip that night in a bunk in the loft of the Hull l*up, and we-all didn’t Bee him again till near noon the next day. Then we seen him walking across the stage road straight up to the door of Buck Bradley’s cabin, nnd there was Buck (standing in front of the door looking struck all of a heap like when he seen the ten derfoot cornin’ up. “We-all was standin’ over by Jim Bon’s corral, and we could see all that was a goin’ on. The tenderfoot walks up to Buck an’ puts his hand on bis shoulder and then points to an open place in front of,the corral. Buck didn’t have no shootin’ irons Ion that mornin’. In another minit we seen Buck and the tenderfoot cornin’ toward us, Buck lookin’ kinder dazed like, as though he hadn’t jest heard things right. “ ‘Bovs,’ says Buck, when he gets near us, ‘this milk guzzling babe wants to fight me. He says I’m a coward if I don’t scrap. He says likewise that I insulted him in the Bull Pup. Now. boys, you-all knows me, and I wants you to show this yere tenderfoot the errer of his ways, and tell him as how, you know I’ve lieked the best men of Hoot Owl camp, Bl«e Dog Gulch and all the other camps hereabouts. I ain’t got no wish to do this yere infant harm.’ “Buck Bradley was sure enough a good man. There wasn’t no yaller fn him. He’d lieked everybody he’d ever went up against, and he waa true pitiful for the tenderfoot. Th$ tenderfoot, though, he up and speaks and says: ‘Gentlemen, this man takes an ondoo advantage of me yesterday, and I’m goin’ to fight him here, and I wants you-all to see fair play.’ “Well, you see we-all was willin’ to see a 'fight, though we was sorry for the kid. They went at it, and do Spou-all know, that tenderfoot had Buck Bradley licked inside of 15 minutes. We-all found out after ward that down east he’d been a box w aDCj a footballer and all that sort of thing in college before he went to the mining school. Buck made an awful light, but he jest couldn’t do nothin’, and ’cause we-all had to see fair play we had to stand by and see a milk drinking tenderfoot lick the best man in Yaller Dust camp. “When that light was over Buck crawled home. We-all expected to see him show up with his gun, but be didn’t. You-all may think I’ve for gotten to tell you why this gulch is called Tenderfoot Canyon. I’m jest coinin’ to it. “You see, Buck Bradley had a lit tle girl jest eight jrears old and named Jennie. Buck was spliced when he was only 19, and his wife cashed in when Jennie was born. Buck thought more of Jennie a heap than he did of himself, and all the gold in the lloekies. Jennie run kind a wild like. She was always goin’ into queer places after flowers and the like. The day after Buck’s fight with the tenderfoot Jennie started out to get some mountain sandwort for the school-teacher that we-all had just imported. It’s a pretty flower, the sandwort, and it snuggles close to the rocks, and it don’t mind the snow and the ice a little bit. “Jennie went up the mountain along the edge of the canyon. She got np 300 feet, and I tell 3'ou-all that it was a sheer straight down, with hardly a break to the bottom. The little one seen some sandwort growin’ in a hole jest over the edge, and she leaned over to pick some, an’ she leaned too far an’ fell. There was a three-foot ledge with some hushes on it 40 feet below. Jennie landed in the bushes and she. wasn’t hurt. There was more than 250 feet below her and nary a break, tnd the face of the Cliff above was smoother than Nosey Ike’s pool table. Jennie had good nerve. She wasn’t hurt a little hit. She jest .ay ther- for a few minits and kept on thinking. She knowed she mustn't move or she'd tumble. Then she lets out a little yell, and then another, and an other, louder and louder. Then she looks straight up and she sees a face peerin’ over the ciiff and the eyes lookin' down on her. It's the tenderfoot. He was out prospectin’ and he heard Jennie yip. “‘Keep still, little tin,’ he says, ‘an’ I'll save you.’ And r-.o he takes his lariat and ties( one end around a WENT DOWN-HAND OVER HAND. stunted pine and down he goes hand over hand an’ gets a footin’ on the ledge. “Now Buck Bradley had got scareJ when he heard Jennie had gone up the mountain by the canyon and he gets me and Bill Peters to go along with him to hunt for her. We all gets to the place where Jennie tum bled jest after the tenderfoot had gone over the cliff on the lariat. We see the lariat tied to the stump and pokes our head® over and looks down and then we knows what’s do in’. Buck Bradley goes1 pale even to his nose, which is saying much. We ain’t got no ropes nor nothin' with us and we howls down to the ten derfoot to wait till one of us goes back to camp amt brings up s-ome stuff, for the lariat he has over the cliff we see won’t stand much strain. “ ‘We can't wait,’ yells up the ten derfoot, ‘the ledge is a-sliakin’ and it may go any minit. I’ll bring hei up safe,’ he says, ‘don’t you fear.’ “Then he takes Jennie on his back and she’s good stuff and clings fast about his neck and says: ‘I ain’t scared.’ Then that fellow comes up the lariat hand over hand with the little one on his back. I never seeD no one else do such a thing. We knows now why it was he could lick Buck, he’s that strong. He gets up to the edge foot by foot. Buck leans over and grabs the girl and swings her clear up to the rock by his side. Jest as he grabbed, her the lariat broke where it had scraped the sharp edge of the rock and the tenderfoot went down to death 300 foot below. “Now if you-all will look through your spy glasses up there where the trees is you’ll see somethin’ white. It’s a tombstone over a grave and any human coyote who meddles with that stone or grave won’t be given prayin’ time if Buck Bradley hears of it. “You can read what it says on the stone from here. Buck got a book shark to write it before it was cut in the stone. I ain’t strong on spell in’, but give me a piece of paper and a pencil an’ I’ll write it for you. : Hear lies : THOMAP WRIGHT, TENDERFOOT. : : A better •man than Buck Bradley : : witch centiment Buck sines : : with hart and hand. : : BUCK BRADLEY. : —Chicago Kecord-Herald. For the first time in a number oi years New York has no “king of the dudes” this season. This doubtful distinction, once held by Berry Wall, J. Waldere Kirke, Archie Bell and others, is not claimed by or credited to any particular dandy this year. Doubtless the title, with all its bi zarre glory, has passed away for good, for nowadays a dead level of excellence in sartorial matters makes it almost impossible for anyone to shine conspicuously in this respect. Commodore Vanderbilt, the first of the Vanderbilt family and founder of the fortune, used to say this: “Never tell anybody what you are going to do till you do it.” A contemporary says that gasoline has raised a few cents. We have known it to both raise and raze other thing* when it got the right start. ■ ' ' I FARMER AND PLANTER. THE VELVET BEAN. Farmers of the South are Gradually heurulnit' Its Value and Milking Inquiries About It. A few years since the velvet bean was known only as an ornamental climber. Some progressive individu als experimented with the plant and found that the beans made good feed for hogs and that the leaves and vines enriched the soil on which it grew. Since that time great interest has been taken in this comparatively new crop, and various experiments have been tried for the purpose of finding its real value. Southern papers have published numerous articles on the subject, and it would seem that ev eryone should be acqua'nted with it by this time, but farmers are con tintlly asking about its cultivation, its feeding properties, its value as a fertilizer, and its possible use as food for the human family. The purpose of this article is to answer a few of the questions most frequently asked. If the best results are to be secured, velvet beans should be planted as soon as the danger of frosts is past and the ground is sufficiently warm to insure quick germination. Later planting will give seed in moderate quantity, but not a luxuriant growth of vine. As the plant requires con siderable room, a small quantity of seed is sufficient. One or two beans dropped eighteen or twenty inches apurt in furrows :'our feet apart is about ’fight. Cover lightly as the beans have a tendency to rot in the ground instead of sprouting if plant ed too deep. The tops do not make much growth after the first few weeks but after the root irrowth is well es tablished.the growth of vine is won derfully rapid.Some advise plauting a little corn 'n the rows with the beans for the vines to run on, as the yield will be much larger than when allow ed to run on the ground. Although velvet beans will grow without ferti lizer, they will do much better with it, that it is always best to help them in that way if possible. Among the nitrogen gathering plants the velvet bean ranks first, having larger root tubercles than any other plant yet ex perimented with. For this reason a fertilizer containing potash and phos phoric acid is best adapted to its needs. It will be readily seen that a nitrogen may be made very useful in supplying this essential food to the roots ofother plants. As the vines in crease in length they form a dense mass of foliage, shading the ground and choking out weeds and grass. Even the tenacious Bermuda grass 1 es its hold and dies out after a few years’ struggle with its vigorous foe. The vine sheds its lower leaves through the season, covering the ground with a thick leafmulch which retains the moisture of the soil and thus assists the growth of the plant. Even if the vines are cut for hay, the leaves, already xallen.and the root serve to enrich the soil to a consider able degree, but if the vines are left on the ground, the pods of beans only being removed The soil will be greatly improved. In this way a poor sandy soil may, in a few years, be changed to a rich loam. Worn' out fields are renewed and fruit or pecan groves raised with comparatively small outlay by the growing of velvet beans, as a fertilizer. The beans and pods are sometiimes ground together and used as a fertilizer with very satisfactory results. The beans are of large size, nearly round and so hard that they- are not ■'roubled by insects as are all other kinds of beans and peas in the south.—B. E. Merryman, in Epitomist. WHY SO SLOW TO LEARN ? Numerous Factors in Farm Fconomy Which, if Observed, Would Tend to Greater Frolit. As we go here and there over the country- and see the condition of the farms we are constantly impressed with the fact that our southern farm ers are slow to learn. They have been taught by observation and experience and instruction many- things of iin nrirfonnh TTnt tlipv Hn lint. CPPin t n A • have learned them. Their practices are much the same as they were a generation ago. A thousand experiments have proved the value of deep soil, but the average farmer is still plowing shallow. It took fifteen years to teach them the value of cottonseed and it is quite as difficult to teach them the value of their corn-stalks. They continue to throw away a valuable crop after it has been made. The same is true in regard to beef cattle. It is a well-established truth that the common scrub cattle of the country will not make first-class beevs. A Shorthorn or Here ford can be raised for about the same cost as a scrub, and be worth more than twice as much, often three times as much. But we see the coun try filled with scrubs. They seem to have learned that the razor-back hog is no good, but why do they not learn the same fact about the scrub or native cows? Their experience has shown them that cotton is the most expensive and least profitable crop that they grow, but still they persist in planting and growing so much cotton that the price is kept too low for profit. They have been taught that it is not good business to rush their cot ton on the market every fall faster than the demands of trade will call for it. But here they go, from the field to the gin, from the gin to the warehouse and sell regardless of the market demands. They see the value, yea, the neces sity of organization in every voca tion of life, yet they refuse to come together and help each other, and, by so doing, help themselves. They see the folly and ruin wrought every year by the credit and mort gage system, still they go on buying on time things that they (could easily raise on their farms. They mortgage what they have and what/they expect to have for things that! they could pay for. So we might go on and lengthen this list. Why, we ask, are the farmers of the south so slow to learn?—Southern Cultivator. ;' ' - , - \ i, The Farmer Who Falls. You have seen him, and heard hint bewail the hard lot of the farmer— how lie is oppressed by taxes and har ried by hard-hearted collectors, how his crops will not grow, his stock dies, and the scarcity of markets for things he lias to sell; in fact, he is never able to find a decent market, notwithstanding the fact that there are hundreds of families eager to buy products they feel they have not time to raise. And then the wicked cor porations pinch him until he cries out lustily that we are on the verge of a financial crisis. For him, the sea sons are too long or too short, too hot or too cold, too wet or too dry. All Nature is at outs with him. We grant that there are hardships and perplexities in the life of the farmer; but so are there in every other line of business. We grant, also, that the profits are not as large as they should be; but this is more the fault of the farmer himself than of any other person. But that all obstacles are be yond our control, and depend on the vengeance of Fate, we can not admit. It is preposterous and beyond the pale of reason and sense. So far as a living is concerned, anyone who has industry, and even ordinary sense, in most regions of our country can raise a great variety of fruit and vegeta bls, which in the hands of a skilled cook can be made into dainty, whole some dishes. For the farmer’s wife, who has a bounteous Nature to bless her with an abundance, there is no excuse to palliate the offense of poor cookery.—Farm and Fireside. Guinea* On the Farm. One of the most useful fowls on the farm is the guinea. It is true that one does not realize as many dollars and cents in cash from the guinea, but in usefulness he saves many more than from any other fowl, or even any animal, on the farm. Guineas can not be raised, however, unless the farm is large and they are allowed to run and forage; in fact they are of very little use except on a large farm. They prefer to seek their own food in the iields as long as they can get it, and if they get hungry they will then come home to feed. They eat a great many worms and keep away bugs and bet-ties to a great extent. They also partly- keep down noxious weeds and plants. They are the best watchers, as human beings, dogs, foxes, or hawks attract their attention and they will set up a loud, shrill cry to warn their comrades. All the hens of a flock may lay in one nest, and as they hide their nests tliis is an ad vantage for sometimes dozens of eggs are found at once. Their eggs sell for less than other eggs, but as they are procured practically for nothing, the poultry man and farmer should not complain. When removing the eggs do not touch them with the hands, as that will cause the hens to seek an other place. A stick should be used, as they have a very keen sense of odor. A farm of 30 to 100 acres should have about twenty guineas, which will be found very useful, and will cost their owner but a iritle. They can not be confined, however, and if they are not reared on a farm they will be a dead loss.—Otsego Farmer. ('are of Ymina 1’Ik.i. Piers, after weaning, should be fed for growth of frame and development of bone and muscle, and they should have plenty of exercise to help in the development and enable them to eat and digest a large amount of food. This means good health and rapid growth. An alfalfa pasture affords ideal conditions for growth and health. When this can not be had al most any grass or growing grains (for winter) will prove to be next best. All hog raisers should be judi cious farmers and judicious farmers . in Texas will have plenty of green pasturage at all times and plenty of pigs to consume it. It is well enough to feed pigs also a small ration of corn, or other grain, while on pasture, but not enough to cause them to put on too much fat. When they have a good growth, then corn them until ready for the packer. —Farm and Ranch. A XeKlected Implement. The harrow is an implement that is too much neglected by farmers. For preparing the soil surface for plant ing they are absolutely necessary and their economy is manifested in the large number of acres that can be gone over in a day with one of them, hand can not lie nronerlv nrenared for seeding without a harrow. Har rows are also useful for cultivating. They are made especially for this purpose and for working broad-cast, and for fallowing rows. The weeders, now so popular, are but modifications of the harrow. There is no implement used on a farm which has so wide a range of adaptability as the harrow in its many forms.—Farm and Ranch. HERE AND THERE. —Sows confined to small pens and fed trash will rarely bring strong, healthy pigs. She needs plenty of green food and exercise. —One day’s or seven days’ record is but little indication of the value of a dairy cow. What she can do in a year tells the true story. —A field turned out to rest is like a human loafer; if it is not kept busy raising a crop it is sure to get into mischief by growing weeds to seed the useful acres. —Conditions point to a high pe riod for beef cattle for a long series of years, making strong inducements for growing beef cattle in the corn belt, and for many years to come. —It hardly pays to doctor a sick hen unless you know what is the mat ter with it. If a fowl gets sick with some unknown disease, take it away from the flock, and if it does not get better, kill it. —Perhaps the wagons or. imple ments do not need paint, but if it has been on a year or more it may ba re freshed and preserved by washing and coating with pure linseed oil, allow ing it to dry thoroughly. —After all is said and done, does any human being really like a fat hen cooked? Does anybody eat the fat of a hen, or a duck, or a goose, or a turkey? Ia not all poultry fat real ly nauseous? Its flesh that ia wanted. . - A.... ,j£~. .. BILL ARP’S LETTER. Philosopher Discusses One Phase of the Educational Problem. Think* the School* Should Be Sup plied nUh Standard Cyclopedia* to AaNwer the Vacation* of In telligent Boy* and Girl*. i. [Copyrighted, by the Atlanta Constitution and reprinted by special permission.] I tun very much perplexed to know what to do for the country boys and girls. Of course they can get a lit tle schooling under the present sys tem, but that will be only in text boo_ks of reading, writing and arith metic. What they need is books of reference that will answer their many questions. Every mail brings me letters wanting to know things that they cannot learn in their coun try schools. Their teachers cannot tell them nor their neighbors. Of course not more than half of them care about knowing anything outside of their school books, but the other half do, and on that half depends the ctilture and progress of our country. Why should these boys and girls have to ask me and Joel Chandler Harris and John Temple Graves and others so many questions? When they in close a stamp I answer all I ean, but these young people need books that they can refer to. If Mr. Carnegie would place in every country school a standard encyclopedia, such as Ap pleton s 16 volumes of universal knowledge, or Dodd, Meade & Co.’s International of 16 volumes, the young people would have a library that would answer all their ques tions. Add to this Appleton's seven volumes of American biography and a country youth can get an education without anything else. A young farmer in Alabama asks me what books he must buy to improve his mind and store up knowledge by reading and studying at night. Well, it will take near $100 to buy the above books and he had better skip over all the modern trash that does nothing but entertain and amuse and strain his farm and his cattle and everything to get that hundred dol lars. I think he could get them from Wannamaker for $73. Now, of course, a boy or a girl not yet in. their teens would prefer books to suit their age, and they ought to have them. 1 still treasure with de light my en joyment of such books as “Robinson Crusoe,” “xXrabian Nights” and Jules Verne’s works, “Swiss Fam ily Robinson,” and some of Scott’s novels, like “Rob Roy” and “Kenil worth.” Children must have enter tainment. As they grow up they must have knowledge, for as Lord Bacon said, knowledge is power, and Lord Brougham said: “I had rather trust the schoolmaster to perpetuate this government than all the armies of England.” Now, here is a youth who writes to me to know who invented the al phabet. Well, that is going afar back, but it is a question that should be answered, for the alphabet is the very beginning of knowledge. The alphabet goes away back a thousand years before Moses was born. The Phoenicians made the first one that we know of. They lived in a narrow region that lies between Palestine and Syria, a country about 200 miles long and 20 miles wide, and yet they dominated the civilized world for a thousand years, for they had control of commerce and manufactures and the gold of Ophir and the silver of Tarshish and the brass and copper of other lands were all theirs, and it was a fact that as Isaiah wrote, “Silver has heaped up as dust in the streets and was more plentiful than iron.” Iliram, the king, was the friend of Solomon, lint n thnncnml years before their time these Phoe nicians had made an alphabet and used it in writing and engraving. But llmt alphabet lias passed awa}'. In course of time the Grecians con quered Phoenicia and the Greek lan guage prevailed. Their alphabet is the origin of ours, the very words be ing compounded of the first two let ters, alpha and beta. Just as the Phoenician language was lost and went into disuse, just so has the Greek and Latin language been aban doned and our English will no doubt be the language of the civilized world before this century ends. Nearly a hundred years ago an Englishman by the name of James Smithson bequeathed to the United States something over a million dol lars to be used to promote the dif fusion of knowledge among men. That sum has been increased by our government from year to year until now the Smithsonian Institute is one of the •wonders of the world. But you cannot see it unless you go to it, and only the rich and members of congress can do that. The common people are still in the wobds, and that is why I wish Carnegie or some other philanthropist would do some thing for our country schools. The spirit of progress is doing well in the towns and cities. Right here in Car tersville our good women have or ganized a public library as an at tachment to their club work. The corner stone will be laid next Satur day and I have been honored with an invitation to upheave the first shovel full of earth, which I shall certainly do if I am strong enough to lift the shovel. I feel a deep interest in this educational work and hope to live long enough to see it in successful operation. Not long ago a lady asked me who designed the confederate flag and who first suggested our Me morial day. When our library is well supplied they will not have to ask these questions, but will go there and find out. BILL ARP. The Proper Gauge. First Fair One—They say you-never know a man until you have summered and wintered with him. Seeond Fair One—My experience is that you never know him until you find out how much alimony he can pay. —N. Y. Herald. To Be Congratulated. Manager—I have read your play carefully and cannot find the slightest trace of a plot. Playwright—Have you any sug gestions to make? “Oh, no—nothing but congratula tions.—N. Y. Herald. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. Lesson in the International Series for December 7, 1902—Roth and Xaoml. THE I.ESSON TEXT. (Ruth 1:16-22.) 16. And'Ruth said, Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou guest, I will go; and where thou ipdgest, 1 wlltt lodge; thy peo ple shall be my people, and thy God my God; 17. Wherefthou dlest, will I die, and'there will I be btiried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, If ought but dieath part thee and me. 18. Whenshe saw that she was steadfastly minded to go with her, then she left speak ing unto her. 19. So they two went until they came to Bethlehem. And It oame to pass, when they w<ere come to Bethlehem, that all the city was moved about them, and they said, Xa this Naomi? 20. And’ she said unto them. Call me not Naomi, call me Mara; for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me. 21. I went out full, and the Lord hath brought me home again empty; why thea call ye me Naomi, seeing the Lord hath testified against me, andi the Almighty hath afflicted me? 22. So Naomi returned, and Ruth the Moabltese, her daughter-in-law. with her. which returned out of the country of Moab; and they came to Bethlehem in the begin ning of barley harvest. UOLDEX TEXT.—He kindly affec tloned one to another.—Rom. IUiIO. OUTLINE OF SCRIPTURE SECTION. Ruth's choice. Ruth 1 Mi* service.Ruth 2'. Ruth s redemption.Ruth 3. 4. TIME—B. C. 1322 and 1212. PLACE—Moab and Bethlehem. NOTES AND COMMENTS. The story of Kuth is a story of the heart. It shows the beauty and the rewards of a life of unselfish devotion. But Kuth is not the only noble char acter in this little drama. In Naomi and Boaz, as well, we have illustra tions of what the heart can do to wards making one worthy of homage and imitation. In reading* of the three one feels moved to live so as to bless others; and that kind of living, as Jesus showed, is the kind that is ap proved of God. In giving up all for the sake of Naomi, Ruth gained all; in losing her life she found it. So sweet a story is well worth study. It is not known who wrote the book, or when he lived. Such explanations of the story as “Now this was the cus tom in former time in Israel” (4:7) show that the author wrote many years, and perhaps many centuries, after it all happened, and after many of the old-time customs had been for gotten. I he story should be read and reread, that it may teach its own simple les son of fidelity and love in its own way. “Following the Book of Judges, which has been filled with bloodshed and vio lence and the heroism of the sterner virtues, it comes upon us like a bene diction of peace. It contains no trace of war or high politics; the disasters of its story are the troubles of family life—exile, bereavement, poverty; while its grand incidents are no more than the yearly festivities of country life, and the formal transfers of prop erty that must go on though kingdom rise and fall.”—Richard G. Moulton. “Entreat me not to leave thee, etc.:” Both Ruth and Orpah loved, but loved in different ways. Orpah dreaded the parting, but she saw that Naomi was right; it would be better for her to stay. She did not forget herself in her love. Ruth’s love was of that higher and rarer kind that knows no ob stacles. To follow her mother-in-law meant poverty in a strange land, but personal considerations1 were noth ing to her. She forgot herself in her love, and went. Ruth’s words have “descended to us as the formula of personal devotion for all time.” “Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God:” The character of Naomi is revealed here, too. It is no small thing to inspire such a noble de votion. She had gone into an idola trous land, but had remained true to Jehovah.and won her daughter to Him also. “All the city was moved about them:” Naomi must have been well known and, though the years of sor row had changed her, was remem bered. “Jehovah hath testified against me:” Naomi’s idea here is the com mon Hebrew one, expressed by Job’s friends, that suffering was a sure sign of God’s disapproval. Christ taught that this w-as not the case. On reaching Bethlehem, Ruth found herself in a hard fight with poverty. She went out like others who were very poor, to pick up the scattering heads of grain that the reapers had missed. But the story of her unselfish fidelity was known, and every one was kind to her. The owner of the field in which she gleaned turned out to be a kinsman of her husband’s and took a great interest in her. finally marrying ner, so encnng me siruggie witn pov erty, and showing us that real nobility of character does not go unrewarded, even in the sight of men. PRACTICAL SUGGESTIONS. Each one at some time chooses be tween the road that leads to Israel and the road that leads to Moab. Orpah saved her life, but lost it: Ruth lost her life, but found it. It is not enough to go part way on the road to the Kingdom of Heaven One must continue to the end. It is better to go with one only on the road that leads to Heaven than to remain with the multitude. If one choosesi to serve God the de cision should be irrevocable. There should be no half-mind about it. Spear Points. Singing saints are seldom sad ones'. A good man will always find some good in men. The light of love is not created by the friction of Religious controversy. Small vices may be fordable one at a time, but they soon unite into an im passable river. You may try to do many a day’s worry, but you can only do one day’s work at a time. Some men lay the loadstone of lust alongside the compass of conscience, and then talk about its being a good guide.—Ram’s Horn. NEWSY NOTES. France’s walnut crop will probably prove 30 per cent, below that of a normal year. The number of laborers engaged on the Simplon tunnel in September was 3,014, who added 334 metres to the tunnel, which now measures 13,249 metres. The Paris Gaulois thinks that the collapse of the Grand Palais in the Champs Elysees is only a question of time. It was built in the years 1890-1900. 4SSEEN THROUGH Bui-R EYES. The “Three Years' War," by Gen. De Wet, Dedicated “To My fellow .Subjects of the Ilrltlsh Empire. London, Nov. 30.—“Had not so many of our burghers proved false to their own colors, England, as the great Bis marck foretold, would have found her grave in South Africa.” That is the keynote of the Boer general De Wet’s book, entitled “Three Years’ War,” published in London and dedicated by the Boer general, “To my fellow-sub jects of the British empire.” It is perhaps the most remarkable book by the most remarkable leader that any recent war has produced. The concise, simply-told tale of the ex traordinary campaign is marked throughout with the stamp of truth. The baldness of the narrative only serves to bring into relief the fiery passages in which a strong man liter ally blurts out his soul in pathetic re gret or bitter denunciation. In thus taking the public into his confidence De Wet loses nothing ol the glamour with which his exploiti in the field surround him. In criticis ing he spares no one; Boer and Brit on come equally under the lash. I)« Wet declnres that whatever the En glish people may have to say in dis credit of (Jen. Buller, he had to op erate against stronger positions than any other British general. Through out the work the Boer general has but slight praise for Lord Roberts and lit tle more for Lord Kitchener. Gen. Knox is almost the only British gen eral who seems to have struck De Wet as a commander with real military genius. Of “Tommy Atkins” he has many kindly words to say, and declares ‘‘the British were far from being bad shots.” The comparative immunity of the Boers from harm, De Wet constantly and most fervently attributes to the intpmosifinvi rtf “If any reader,” he says, “is eager to know how it was I kept out of tha enemy’s hands I can only answer, al though I may not be understood, that I ascribed it to nothing else than this —it was not God’s will that 1 should fall into their hands. Let those who rejoice at my miraculous escapes give all the praise to God.” Nevertheless the book teems with accounts of military and other strate gies by which De Wet outwitted his pursuers. Frequently lie recounts cases of de sertion and panic among his own men when his entreaties and “sjamboking” were all of no avail. De Wet pays a tribute to Gen. Cronje for his bravery, but declares he lost at Paardeburg only on account of his fatal obstinacy to leave the laager, as he was advised to do by Gen. Botha and by the writer himself. Regarding his own forces, De Wet writes: “It was far easier to fight against the great English army than against treachery among my own peo ple, and an iron will was required tc fight against both. Once, if only the most elementary rules of strategy had been observed in our efforts to break the British lines of communication, , Lord Roberts and his thousands of troops would have found themselves shut up in Pretoria, where they would have perished of hunger. It was not the skill of their commander-in-chief that saved them.” Of the blockhouses De Wet is frank ly contemptuous. “The blockhouse policy,” he says, “might equally well have been called the policy of the blockhead.” The writer emphatically defends the right to blow up railroad lines and trains as the usage of war, and he de clares he never missed an opportunity to do so. The so-called war against women and the misuse of the white flag by the British is denounced by the Boer general, who says: “That such direct and indirect murder should have been committed against defense less women and children is a thing 1 should have staked my head could never have happened in a war engaged in by the civilized English nation, and yet it happened.” His last word is an injunction to his fellow countrymen to be loyal to the new government. “Loyalty,” he says, “pays best in the end, and loyalty alone is worthy of a nation which haa shed its blood for freedom.” WHO ARE THE LUCKY ONES? A Vienna Miser Leaves n Fortune to Brothers and Slfitera I.ivtnK lu the L’nlted States. Vienna, Dec. 1.—The heirs, some of whom are living in the United States, are wanted to .an estate valued at about $100,000, left by Heinrich Oes terreicher, a miser, who recently died here. The Vienna authorities found among his papers a schedule of se curities worth $100,000. hut onlv cer tificates to the value of $73,000. Upon being questioned, Oesterreicher’s land lady produced a batch of securities worth $17,000, and said that the de ceased had presented them to her the day before he died. The woman has handed over the papers to the authori ties, but without renouncing her claim on them SEVERE PUNISHMENT. The Extent to Which the British Punished the Rebellious Waslri Tribesmen. Peshawur, British India, Nov. 30.— Twenty-five Waziris killed, 302 taken prisoners, two wounded, 59 towers and three villages destroyed, 6,000 head of cattle and 48 guns captured,is the net result of the British expedi tion recently sent against the rebel lious tribesmen. The effect of this punishment upon the offending tribes is said to have been salutary. A Jealous Fool’s Deed. Wardner, Idaho, Nov. 30.—Incensed by jealousy, Arthur Goode fired five shots into Mrs. James Auberry, Fri« day night. The woman died a few minutes later. Goode then drew a second gun and attempted to turn It on the womans husband but the late ter overpowered him. Cotton Gin Burned. Ardmore, I. T., Nov. 30.—The cotton gin of O’Brien and Byrd at Long Grove, was destroyed by fire to-day. Loss. $50,000; fully insured.