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How well I know my woodland path,
Its greenings and Its aftermath,
Its windings and its vistas dim,
That stretch beyond the foo;st's rim;
Its fragrance in the wild rose time,
Its mingled scent of fern and thyme.
That rise like incense where I tread.
At purple dawn or sunset red.
I know its leafy coverts where
The brown thrush and the cat-birds are;
And where in spring with joy are heard
The first notes of the mocking bird,
And all the bllt/ie hards of the wood,
In roundle, rune and interlude.
I know where emerald mosses edge
Its ribboned course through briar and
Where partridge berries shine between
The clustered leaves of the wlntcrgreen;
And where the morning sun breaks
The cedar boughs to drink the dew.
And there at noon, on languid wing,
The wanton breeze goes wandering.
I know its cradle hollows deep,
Where winter long the violets sleep.
Quiescent till the gales of spring
Blow off their leafy covering
I know its restful shady spots,
Its turnings where it runs cross lots,
And skirts the meadow's grassy edge,
'Neath fringe of wild llowers in the
So well I know its time-worn mark.
My feet will trace it in the da^k;
And, from its source to where it ends,
I love it as "I love my friends.
—C. H. Doing, in Washington Star.
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I The Stub=Book of I
| H His Garden. I
T11E scene is laid in Kota, the least
of these beautiful villages which
form a wide semi-circle about the
Bay of Cadiz; hut, although it is the
least, it is by no means insignificant.
The duke of Ostma, bearing the title
of duke of Areos, wore it among the
pearls of his crown lonsr airo. and had
there his ducal castle, which 1 could
describe stone by stone.
But we are not speaking now of
castles nor of dukes, but of the cele
brated fields which radiate from
Kota; and particularly of a very hum
ble gardener, whom we will call Uncle
Buscobeatas, although that was not
his real name.
The fields of Kota are so productive
that, aside from contributing to the
duke of Osuna many thousands bush
els of grain and furnishing wine for
the entire population, they supply
fruit and vegetables to Cadiz, often
to Iluelva, and occasionally even to
Seville. This is especially true of
pumpkins and cabbage, whose excel
lent quality, surprising abundance
and consequent cheapness evoke the
highest praise—insomuch that in
lower Andalusia they dub the in
hfibitants of Kota "pumpkin-raisers”
and “cabbage-raisers,” which they ac
cept with noble pride.
And in truth they have reason to be
proud of such encomiums, for those
gardens of Kota which are so pro
ductive, the land which produces both
for consumption and exportation,
that land which yields three or four
harvests a year, is not earth at all,
but pure, clean sand. It is ceaselessly
expelled by the turbulent ocean, is
whirled away by the furious western
winds, and '.scattered all over the dis
trict of Kota, like the ashes in the
vicinity of Vesuvius.
But the incessant toil of man more
than compensates for the ingratitude
of Nature. 1 do not believe that in all
the world there is a laboring man
who toils so much as the liotanese.
Not even a tiny streanv of sweet
water flows through those melan
choly fields. What does it matter?
The pumpkin-raiser perforates his
fields with wells, from which he
draws out—here by hand, there by
buckets—the precious fluid which
serves as blood to the vegetables. The
principles of fertilization are also
wanting in sand. What does it mat
ter? The tomato-raiser passes half
ms me seeuing unu removing sun
stances which will serve as guano,
converting even the sea-weeds into
manure! Once possessed of these two
precious elements, the son of Rota
proceeds patiently to fertilize not his
entire estate, but little circles of
ground as large as a small plate; in
each of these fertilized circles he.
sows a grain of tomato or pumpkin
seed, which he then waters from a
small jar, just as one would give a
drink to a little child.
From the time of planting until the
harvest, he tends the plants daily, one
by one, treating them with the fond
ness and pains comparable only to
the solicitude of a spinster for her
flower-pots. Now he adds a little
handful of manure; now he pours on
a little stream of water; now he
clears them of caterpillars and other
insects; now he cares for the infirm,
splinting the fractures and placing
bulwarks of sand and straw beside
those which cannot resist the rays of
the sun or the blasts of the wind, lie
counts the stems, the leaves, the
flowers and the fruit of the most
precocious, and talks to them, kisses
them, blesses them, and even gives
them expressive names to distinguish
them in his mind.
This is no exaggeration. It is al
ready a saying (and I have heard it
mail}' times in Rota) that the garden
er of that country touches no less
than 40 times with his own hand
every single plant which he raises in
his garden. And this explains why
the old gardeners of that locality go
about bent double, until their beards
touch their knees. It is the posture
in which they have spent their noble,
meritorious lives.
Well, then, Uncle Buscobeatas be
longed to the class of gardeners I
have just described. He was always
bent double, having reached the age
of 60 year^ For 40 years he had tilled
a garden bordering on the port of
That year he had raised some im
mense pumpkins, as large ’ as the
decorative globes on the monumental
bridge. It was about the middle of
the month of June, and they were al
ready taking on the color of the
orange within and without. Uncle
Buscobeatas knew them perfectly—
by their form, by their degree of ma
turity and by name—especially the 40
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largest and most conspicuous. They
were already saying “Cook me!” and
tin* old man passed liis days admiring
them with tenderness, and exclaim
ing, sadly, “Alas! soon we must
Finally he resolved upon the sacri
fice. Marking the choicest fruit of
those precious vines, he pronounced
the terrible sentence, "To-morrow 1
shall cut these 40 and take them to
the market at Cadiz. Happy shall he
be who eats them!” lie walked
homeward with a slow pace, and
passed the night with the anxious
feeling of a father who is to give his
daughter in marriage on the follow
ing day. “Ary poor pumpkins!” he
sighed many times, without being
able to compose himself to sleep.
Then he reflected, “But what else is
to be done? For this purpose 1 huve
raised them. They will yield me at
least $15.”
Imagine, then, his astonishment and
his fury the following morning, on
going to his garden, when lie found
that during the night he had been
robbed of his forty pumpkins! Like
Shakespeare’s Jew, he reached the
loftiest paroxysm of tragedy, repeat
ing frantically those terrible words
of Shvlock, “Oil, if I find him! If I
find him!”
When he began to reflect more de
liberately lie reasoned that his be
loved jewels could not be in Kota,
where it would be impossible to sell
them without risk of recognition, and
where, also, the price of pumpkins
was very low.
“I see it clearly; they are in Cadiz!”
he concluded. “The rascally scoun
drels must have stolen them last
night about nine or ten o’clock, and
escaped with them at 12 on the
freight-boat. I shall leave for Cadiz
this morning on the hour-boat, and it
will lie a wonder if I do not trap the
sneak-thief and recover the children
of my toil!”
Having said this lie remained for
about 20 minutes in the place of the
catastrophe, as though lie were ea
ressing the mutilated pumpkin vines,
or counting the pumpkins that re
mained. or holding a sort of inquest
for some trial which was about to
begin. At about eight he left for
the wharf.
He had determined to leave for the
market at Cadiz in the hour-boat, the
humble sail-boat which starts every
morning at nine carrying passengers,
just as the freight-boat sails every
night at 12 carrying fruit and vege
tables. The first is called the hour
boat. because in that space of time,
and even in 40 minutes, when the wind
is favorable, it crosses the three
leagues of water which stretch be
tween the ancient village of the duke
of Arcos and the ancient city of Her
It was half-past ten of that day
when Uncle Buscobeatas stopped in
front of a vegetable stand in the
Cadiz market, and exclaimed to the
weary policeman who accompanied
him, “There are my pumpkins! Ar
rest that man!” pointing out the re
“Arrest me!” exclaimed the ac
cused, full of surprise and anger.
“These are my pumpkins; I bought
“You can tell that to the mayor!”
replied Uncle Buscobeatas.
“I say no!”
“I say yes!”
“You vagabond!”
“You thief!”
“You must speak to each other
with more decency. Men should not
be lacking in this respect,” said the
policeman, with much calmness, giv
ing each a punch in the ribs.
Meanwhile a large crowd had as
sembled, and among them came the
magistrate in charge of the market
police—the market inspector, ns he
is officially called. The policeman re
signed the jurisdiction to his superior
and informed that distinguished au
thority of all that had taken place.
“From whom did you buy these
pumpkins?” his majesty asked, in an
august manner.
“From Uncle Fulano, resident of
Rota,” he replied.
“Very likely!” ironically growled
Uncle Buscobeatas. “He is quite equal
to such things. When his own gar
den. which is wretchedly poor, pro
duces little, he goes out to rob his
“But,” continued the magistrate,
turning to the old gardener, “admit
ting the hypothesis that you were
robbed last night of 40 pumpkins,
what assurance have you that these
are yours?”
“Indeed,” replied Uncle Buscobeat
as, “because 1 know them like you
know your daughters, if you have
any. Don't you see I raised them?
Look here! This one is named
Roundy; this one is Plumpy; this is
Paunchy; that one is Mulatto; this
one is Manuela, because it so much
resembles my younger daughter.”
And the poor man began to weep bit
“All that sounds very well,” replied
the inspector, “but the'law is not
satisfied with the mere recognition
of your pumpkins. It is necessary
that you should prove your claim by
credible evidences. Gentlemen, there
is nothing to smile at. I am a law
“Then you shall spe that I shall
quickly prove to all the world, with
out moving from this place, that
these pumpkins were raised in my
garden,” said Uncle Buscobeatas, to
the astonishment of the bystanders.
Letting fall to the ground a bundle
which he carried in his hand, he
stooped down, kneeling until he sat
upon his feet, and began to tranquilly
untie the knotted ends of the hand
The curiosity of the councilor, of
the retailer and the crowd rose to the
highest pitch. “What is he going to
get out of there?” they all asked.
At the same moment there arrived
a new curiosity-seeker, attracted by
the crowd. The retailer caught sight
of him, and exclaimed, “I am so glad
that you have come, Uncle Fulano!
This man says that the pumpkins
which you sold me last night are
stolen. Answer him!”
The new-comer turned as yellow as
wax, and started to withdraw; but
the bystanders interfered, and the in
spector himself commanded him to
“Now you shall see about it!” ex
claimed Uncle Buscobeatas, face to
face with the supposed thief.
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“You are the due to look out for
what you say,” replied Uncle Fulano,
having recovered his composure. “If
you do not prove your denunciation,
and you can’t prove it, l slial! send
you to jail as a slanderer! These
pumpkins were mine, for I raised
them in my garden of Egiddo, and
no one can prove otherwise!”
“Now you shall see!” said Uncle
Huscoheatas, untying the handker
chief and tossing its contents to the
Scattered abput the ground they
beheld a multitude of fragments of
pumpkin vines, still green and drip
ping with sap; the old gardener, seat
ed upon his heels and shaking with
laughter, addressed the councilor and
the crowd as follows;
“Gentlemen, have you ever paid
taxes? And have you ever seen that
big green book which the tax-col
lector carries, from which he cuts off
receipts, leaving there a stub by
means of which he can tell whether
such and such a receipt is false?”
“You are speaking about what is
called a stub-book,” gravely observed
the councilor.
“That is precisely what I have here
—the stub-book of my garden; that
is, the ends to which these pumpkins
were joined before I was robbed of
them. Now, if you don’t believe it,
look! This stub belongs to that
pumpkin yonder; no one can deny it.
This one belongs to that pumpkin;
this to that one. Exactly! Now, this
belongs over here.”
While speaking, he had been fitting
a peduncle, or stub, into the excava
tion of each pumpkin, and the specta
tors saw with astonishment that the
irregular bases of the stubs fitted
exactly into the whitish cavity of the
The bystanders all squatted down,
including the policeman and the coun
cilor himself, and assisted Uncle llus
cobeatas in his singular verification,
calling out to each other in boyish
joy, “There’s no doubt about it!
See? This one goes here! No, that
belongs to this one!”
intur bursts or laughter and the
shouts of the grandees mingled with
the whistling of the small boys and
the imprecations of the women and
the tears of the old gardener. The
policemen were already impatient to
take the convicted thief to jail.
It is unnecessary to state that they
had this pleasure; that Uncle
Fulano saw himself obliged then and
there to return to the retailer the
$15 he had collected from him; that
the retailer delivered the sum over to
Uncle Buscobeatas, and that the lat
ter returned to Kota supremely hap
py, saying to himself on the way,
"How beautiful they were in the mar
ket! i ought to have brought Manu
ela home with me to eat to-night and
to save the seed!”—Translated from
the Spanish of Pedro Antonio de Alar
con. by Edgar Allen Forbes, in Farm
and Fireside.
Story of llow the Famous French
inuii Was I'll31 inIit‘«l l>y His
Just as a man is no hero to his
valet, so lie is likely not to be a hero
to his mother, or rather not the sort
of hero that the world knows, but a
hero quite of her own conception. As
boys, the great men who are to be
get about the same treatment as the
lesser favorites of fortune. When
Napoleon was in exile at Elba he told
a story of how his mother spanked
him, relates the Youth's Companion.
One day his mother’s mother was hob
bling along the street in Ajaccio, and
Napoleon and his sister, Pauline, fol
lowed the old lady and mimicked her.
Their grandmother turned and caught
them in the act.
She complained to Madame Letitia
Bonaparte. Pauline was at once
"spanked” and disposed of. Napo
leon, who was out. in his regimentals,
could not be handled, for a uniform is
as sacred as the flag.
His mother bitted her time.
The next day, when her son was
off his guard, she cried, "Quick, Na
poleon! You are invited to dine with
the governor.”
He ran up to his room to change
his clothes. She quietly followed, and
when she judged that the proper time
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siezed her undressed hero before he
guessed her purpose, laid him across
the maternal knee, and belabored him
earnestly with the flat of her hand.
It Ih Explained liy an Old Engllsh
raun—how a Workman Commem
orated a Woodman'll Charity.
Why is a feast without beans called
a bean feast? An old resident at
Woodford explained it to me the
other day, writes a correspondent to
the London Leader. Years ago a
workman lost his way in a part of
Kpping Forest. After wandering
about for some considerable time, he
at length heard the sound of a wood
man’s ax, and directing his footsteps
towards the noise came across a
woodcutter in the act of delivering
a final blow to a tree. “Fair lop,”
ejaculated the woodman, as the tree
fell, then turning to the workman,
asked what he required. The' man
told him that he had lost his way in
the forest and was hungry and tired.
“Sit down friend,” said the woodman,
“and share my meal,” at the same
time bringing out some beans and
bacon. Not long after the workman
was fortunate enough to become a
master bloclcmaker, and to commem
orate the chairty of the woodman he
used to take the workmen once a
year to the Fair Lop Tree and give
them a feast of beans and bacon. The
beans have been dropped, but the
feasts still remain.
Personal Allusions.
Personal allusions are never safe,
and seldom effective or happy. An
anecdote that illustrates this fact is
that of a solicitor for a charitable
institution who went to a woman’s
door and asked her for a contribu
“We have,” he stated, earnestly,
“hundreds of poor, ragged and vi
cious children, like those at your
gate, and our object is—”
“Sir,” interrupted the indignant
woman, “those are my own chil
Bill Arp Despairs of Any Justice
from the North.
iluit He Receive* Three Letter* from
Union Ve-ternu* Tlinit Seem to
l'o i n<t to it C h u a it e—Itufua
ClMMite’i I£I»quviice.
The Constitution says there is a
growing sense of justice in the north
that will hereafter be heard from in
putting negro officials over southern
communities. That the New York
Herald lias opened a rift in the
clouds liy rebuking the president,
etc. We hope so, but now that
Roosevelt lias appointed a Boston
coon to a higli office, the Herald may
change front and say he is consist
ent. That growing sense of justice
is a chameleon of many colors. It
was quite visible a little while after
Grady made his charming speeches iu
New York and Boston, but the
preachers withered it and McKinley
made more appointments and kept
making them as long as lie lived
This growing sense does not seem to
flourish in many places. The fact
is, we have almost despaired of ever
seeing justice grow at the north.
Lately 1 have received three letters
from up there that indicate the
growing sense, and I have read and
reread them with comfort. One of
these is from an old Mexican vet
eran who says that of the 2,700,000
soldiers who fought against us,
1,000,000 were from the east lighting
to free the negroes, Grants included.
One million from the west lighting
for tlie union and the other 700,000
were the riff-raff and scum, the flot
sam and jetsam of all nations who
joined the army for bounty and
booty and beauty, and they were the
element that Sherman employed to
"■nut m«ii m ii. lit Wl lilt
war as unholy, unrighteous and un
just. Another letter is from Port
land, Ore., and says the writer re
cently got hold of one of my letters
which said that Gen. Grant was a
slave holder and hired out his ne
groes up to the close of the war
and lived off of their hire, lie says:
“I didn’t believe it, but was induced
to examine his biography and 1 found
it was so.” He says that nobody in
that country ever heard of it and it
is amazing and astonishing that Lin
coln would appoint a slaveholder to
be the head of the army. The writer
of this letter was brought up to be
lieve that the south brought all the
negroes from Africa. Another letter
is from a New Hampshire man, a vet
eran, who says that he and seven
others from his town joined a com
pany in 1862, and only one besides
himself got back. Ever since then he
has been reviewing his folly and the
folly of the war and is ashamed of
his people and says that 1 do not
score them in my letters as hard as
they deserve. He has Hinton Rowan
Helpers’ famous campaign book, in
which lie says:
“We are going to free your slaves
anil arm them with pikes And torches
and butcher your families and burn
up your homes.”
This book is indorsed by 67 mem
bers of congress, including John
Sherman. Appleton says that 167,000
copies were sold in three months and
it precipitated the raid of John
Brown, at. whose execution all the
church bells of New England tolled
a requiem. And so I have found
three northerners who have this
growing sense and 1 have heard of
one more who is a suspect. I am
keeping a tally sheet and as soon as
1 hear of any more growing sense I
will record it. My Oregon friend’s
generation came up since the war
and never had time to bother them
selves about the history of the war
or slavery. The south was outside
of their concern and Jeff Davis was
the arch traitor that Roosevelt told
about, in his history. That is all he
cared to know. But he says your
late letters have excited our curiosi
ty, and if when your book is out
you will let me advertise anil sell
it in my own way, I will sell 100,000
copies north of the line. This man
is a big advertiser with headquar
ters in Chicago and sent to me n
uiy iui ui ms curus unu nieraiure.
Well, Mr. Byrd will see about that,
but to my opinion his northern cus
tomers don’t care a baubee about me
or Grant or his niggers. They re
mind me of two fellers who went olf
to camp meeting, and as they were
standing by a tree one of the breth
ren came up and invited them to
go up to the altar and jine ’em in
gittin’ religion. The men seemed
somewhat indignant and replied:
“You must excuse us, sir, we don’t
live in the county.”
But I did find a rift in the clouds
that gave much comfort. In fthe
twelfth volume of John Lord's “Bea
con Lights of History” I find a
sketch of liobert E. Lee by Dr. E.
Benjamin Andrews, that is a loving
tribute to that great soldier. Such
a glowing tribute was hardly to be
expected from a northern source.
Especially from one born in New
Hampshire, educated at Brown uni-'
versity and who joined the army
while 18 years old and who lost an
eye at Petersburg. As an educator
he rose rapidly in his profession and
became president of his alma mater.
Next he was called to Chicago to
take charge of her public schools and
later on was chosen as chancellor
of the University of Nebraska, where
he now ;s. Since the war he has
frequently championed the cause of
the south and became unpopular with
our malignant enemies. Of course
as he joined the army so young and
lost an eye, we must let him keep
“Do y n ik that women are as
brave as men?”
“Bra answered Miss Cayenne.
“You will observe that the scientists
keep talking with terror about
bacilli in' a kiss are all males.”-—
Washington Star.
By Marriage.
Mr. Scrappeigh—You always told
me that there was no fool in your
Mrs. Scrappeigh—That was before
we were married. John.—Brooklyn
his convictions, but he is a big-heart
ed. brainy man or he would not have
dared to have written that tribute. 1
wonder how it happened that such
men as Andrews and away back, such
men as Webster and Hawthorne and
Emerson and Story and Onoate, could
grow up and mature among the nox
ious weeds of New England. 1 stil!
recall with much pleasure a good
speech 1 heard in 1S44, at Amherst
college—a commencement oration by
Kufus Choate, who was regarded as
the most brilliant, eloquent and im
passioned oratop of America. I had
a schoolmate there, and my Boston
uncle said he woidd go with me, for
he had to look after Mr. Choate, for
he was an intimate friend. 1 didn t
know exactly what that meant, but
found out later.
The great hall was crowded with
the best people of New England. My
uncle was with others seated upon
the platform. Mr. Choate’s face was
all nerves and muscles, his large eyes
and mouth conspicuous. For half
an hour his voice was almost a mon
otone with every word carefully and
distinctly uttered, but this was but
the breathing of a gentle wind be
fore the storm. Soon he seemed to
lose control of his own emotions and
soared away among the stars, and
his features took on %n unearthly
glow, his arms responded to every
sentence, his frail body swayed to
and fro and his audience unconscious
ly swayed with him and held their
breath for fear they would lose a
word or a motion.
No, I will never forget that speech,
lie stopped because he had to stop,
for with the last eloquent sentence
he became exhausted and was bodily
lifted by my uncle and others to the
ante-room where he was stripped and
rubbed down like an exhausted race
horse, in an hour or so he was re
newed and revived. This was ltufus
Choate—a bundle of quivering, pas
sionate nerves—whose eloquence no
audience could calmly listen to and
no jury withstand.—Bill Arp, in At
lanta Constitution.
Mot One of Their I)e«troyer« Can He
l!ri>UK'l>4 <o Acknowledge That
They Are Guilty.
The pot limiter insists that he kills
the birds for use; to till a long-felt
want, to feed the sick, and that it is
entirely scriptural to do so. lie de
clares that to do this is much less
wanton and cruel than to hunt them
down and shoot them for sport, for
fun, merely to see the feathers ily
and the birds fall, says the Galveston
(Tex.) News.
The boy with traps catches quail
to sell for money to buy Christmas
doings or more useful articles. lie
claims that he has no other means of
securing what he wants or needs, and
that he traps on the land which his
father owns, lie asserts a property
in the birds thereon akin to the prop
erty right claimed in the chickens
and geese.
The sportsman, who glories in his
ability to bring down every bird,
claims that he is the only true friend
the latter has. At one grand tourna
ment in Kansas City he slew enough
pigeons to pigeon the world. As he
sees it, the pot hunters who shoot
on the ground-u fowl which he could
so deftly and neatly bring down from
the sky is a miserable, worldly and
greedy fellow, unable to appreciate
the joy and glory of genuine sport.
As he sees it, the boy with traps
gives the birds no chances for their
The woman who carries about upon
her head the remains of many feath
ered songsters insists that they were
all killed before she bought them.
She would not dream of fastening
live wingsters down upon her hat,
albeit she worked along in that di
rection some years ago when she
wore upon her beautiful ■ shouldeias
the live chameleon. In time she may
decide to Aise live birds upon her hat.
when she would create a flutter in
As matters stand the bird has no
self-confessed enemy. The person
who wears the wings as ornaments
loves the beautiful aerial revellers.
The individual who shoots the bird
is the bird’s devoted admirer. The
fellow who eats the quail on toast is
fond of the quail. It is apparent that
most of us love him largely because
of the pleasure we find in shooting
him, in selling him, in eating him, in
wearing him upon our hats.
Under such circumstances nothing
but rigid laws, based upon stern ne
cessity', are going to save this friend
of which so many are so fond. If
the bird actually consumes the boll
weevil, the green bug, or other pests
which threaten the crops and the
prosperity of the people, and if the
farmers arise in their wrath to put
an end to the slaughter of the deni
zens of the air for fun, sport or for
commercial purposes, then something
may be done to protect and save at
least a part of the birds. It is going
to require a general and sturdy pop
ular demand to accomplish this.
A great many people believe in
their heart of hearts that the Al
mighty created and bewinged these
creatures as targets for them to
shoot at. Others go to church with
the conviction that they are honoring
highly the memory of the songsters
whose bright plumage adorn their
hats. Still others fancy that the
quail or the dove was let down in the
sheet with the four-footed beasts
seen by Peter, and that it would be
sinful not to kill and eat until there
is not a feather left. Considering all
this, it is safe to reassert that the
very first thing to do to secure ade
quate protection for the birds is to
prove that it is absolutely necessary
to save them as a means of protec
ting ourselves.
Under Look and Key.
Mrs. Crimsonbeak—I see a Brooklyn
woman has discovered a way of pre
venting her losing her hair.
Mrs. Crimsonbeak — Indeed! And
what does she do?
“Locks it in the safe.”—Yonkers
Ration of Bearded Men.
Smooth-faced Kussinns are very un
common. Nearly every man wears a
beard. At one time it was the gen
eral belief in Russia that a beard*
<less man was soulless.
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Couldn’t “Do” the MUMiuilppl Fnp.
That the State of Mississippi ex
cels in all things good—“even in a
dog”—was demonstrated again last
week at the trials of the United
States Field Trial Club at Grand
Junction, Tenn. The lavish ex
penditure of money by the Whitneys,
Duryeas, Ameses, Ixirillards and
others to win the Derby, resulted in
a signal defeat for them, and a vic
tory for a poor Mississippi's
pointer pup. On the first day there
arrived in a special train the
wealthy men of the East, including
Hobart Ames, H. B. Duryea, H. II.
Sturgiss, P. Uorillard and others.
Their trainers brought the dogs that
were looked on as enjoying a mort
gage for the rich purse hung up for
the winner of the Derby. Little at
tention was paid to a pointer, han
dled by a plainly dressed man, from
Corinth, Miss. When the final
brace were started to settle the first
heat the pointer had thfngs all his
own way and by all round good
work caught the judge’s eye and
won for his owner the title of cham
pion Derby dog of America. Al
fred’s John was the name of the
pointer pup and Mr. Jones that of
the handler. Jones left his Missis
sippi home full of confidence and is
reported to have said just before
leaving: “If I win that Derby I’ll
give the church $30,” and he" kept
his word immediately on receiving
first money and the trophy that
went with the purse. Alfred’s John
is regarded by dog men as a marvel.
He has no pedigree, and but for this
handicap he might be worth thou
sands instead of $700 wfiinh Mr
\\ hitney’s representative offered af
ter facing defeat in the last run-off.
Before the start of the last run-off.
entertained spectators around the
hotel with sideshow features by
making Alfred’s John do tricks that
would compare with similar stunts
accomplished in refined vaudeville.
Alfred's John is also a coon and
’possum hunter, and will “tree” the
varmints of the woods as readily as
he hunts quail on the ground. After
the easy victory of the poor man’s
dog the Easterners were the first
to extend the hand of congratula
tion. The next move was to pur
chase Alfred’s John for Mr. Whit
ney’s kennels. But Jones refused
all offers and will leave for his home
near Corinth, carrying with him the
purse, pointer pup and $J0 prom
ised to the little village church.
More Mormon Missionaries.
The Mormon church, better
known as the Latter Day Saints, has
sent another large batch of mission
aries into Mississippi, and they are
now busily engaged distributing
tracts setting forth the principles of
the faith. No less than 100 Mor
mon workers are now engaged in
Mississippi, and from an official
source it is learned that they intend
to conduct a vigorous missionary
campaign in the State during the
spring and summer months. The
work is being carried on quietly, but
the Mormons are getting recruits,
and their converts may be found
among the ignorant classes of whites
in the rural districts, to which their
labors are chiefly confined.
Will Make the Race.
In recent issues of many. State
papers the headlines referring to the
candidacy of Gen. James T. Harri
son read “On the Fence.” Mr. Har
rison’s friends have been much pro
voked over this unintentional injus
tice. Mr. Harrison states that he
Has already stated that he will be a
candidate for governor, and will an
nounce his candidacy in the early
spring, about April. He says the
present scramble is unprecedented
and premature and thinks that the
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aif wining IV wait XU1 itwilliu
yet before making up their minds.
I. C. Paid Big: Judgment.
The Illinois Central road last
week paid to State Revenue Agent
Adams $560,000, which is the
amount of judgment for back taxes
recently affirmed by the Supreme
Court. The taxes are against the
Louisville, New Orleans & Texas
and Canton, Aberdeen and Natchez
branches. About $200,000 of the
amount goes to the State treasury.
This squares the Illinois Central
railroad with the State for all
claims, except the suit, for mileage
taxes pending in the lower court.
>ion-lnterest Id Prloiary.
In nearly every county in the
State the complaint is made that the
white men are unaccountably indif
ferent to the matter of voting in the
coming primary. Notwithstanding
the fact that the campaign is open
ing up and nearly all of the State
and county candidates have an
nounced themselves for office, the
rank aud file of the people are ap
parently indifferent and care noth
ing about who represent them in the
State and county offices.
L08I of Live Stock.
There has been considerable loss
of live stock in Lafayette county
from the disease known as blind
staggers, which has been very preva
lent in that section. It is not so
bad as it has been, and the farmers
are convinced that it has been
caused by the corn which has been
raised during the past year. The
corn did not mature as thoroughly
as it should have done on account
of the excessive rains.
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Tlio Oiliest Preacher.
Mississippi claims the oldest
preacher in the United States, and
perhaps in the world. The reverend
gentleman is Rev. N. L. Clarke, who
resides at Newton, Miss. He was
ordained into the ministry on tho
10th of June, 1838, and has been in
the active ministry in East Missis
sippi for more than sixty years, is
editor of a local Baptist paper, pas
tor of the Newton Baptist church,
and often drives ten miles over the
country roads to perform marriage
and, funeral services.
Prtsouem Brought In.
Quite a large number of prison
ers have been brought to the peni
tentiary from the various counties
during the month of January, and
it is likely that the gross increase of
prison population will be in the
neighborhood of forty for the
month, while it is expected that a
net increase will he shown after the
discharges, deaths and escapes have
been deducted.
A Hosiery Mill.
St. Louis capitalists are looking
over the Mississippi field preparato
ry to establishing a large hosiery
mill in the State. It is understood
that the Ely-Walker Company is
backing the enterprise, and Tupelo
has about been decided upon as tho
most desirable location. The mill
will represent an investment of
about $150,000.
Train Wreckers Busy.
An attempt was made to wreck
the Alabama & Vicksburg eastbound
passenger train last week on an em
bankment between Bolton and Ed
wards. Two cross-ties had been
placed on the track, but they were
fortunately tossed aside by the pilot
of the locomotive and no damage
was done. The company’s detec
tives have been notified.
Steamboat Captain “Pinched."
Capt. Tom Martee of the steamer
Hard Cash, hailing from Mobile,
arriving in Columbus last week
with a cargo of cotton, was arested
for permitting or retailing liquor
within the corporate limits of the
city aboard the boat without a li
cense. He was released on $500 ap
pearance bond.
After Back Taxes.
State Revenue Agent Adams has
stirred up a hornet’s nest in l’anola
county by filing claims for back
taxes on solvent credits aggregating
nearly $1,000,000. The board of
supervisors will consider the claims
at Batesville in February.
War Vessel for Natchez.
Hon. L. P. Conner, of Natchez,
has received a telegram from Con
gressman Meyer, of Louisiana, say
ing that the cruiser Atlanta will
visit that city for the Mardi Gras
celebration next month.
Lightning Caused Fire.
A store belonging to Mr. Hullum,
of Sunflower City, rented by M.
Costello, railroad contractor, was
burned last week during a terrific
rainstorm. Lightning is supposed
to have been the cause.
Selling State Lands.
State Land Commissioner Nall
has disposed of several thousand
acres of State lands during January,
and it is expected that his sales for
the month will equal those of any
month last year.
Want New Depot.
The railroad commission has re
ceived a petition from the citizens
of Quitman, Clarke county, asking
that the Mobile & Ohio railroad be
compelled to erect a new depot at
that place. The petition has been
uvv.v.vu i/tuuto vmu
the road cited to appear at tho Feb
ruary meeting and make answer.
Reports Being Made.
The reports of the various life
and fire insurance companies doing
business in Mississippi have com
menced to arrive at the office of
Auditor Cole, and it is expected that
all will have their annual reports
filed by February 15. The reports
are for the annual period.
Bishop Ualloway En Bouts.
Advices received from1 the Orient
state that Bishop Charles B. Gallo
way and wife have sailed for Amer
ica, and they are expected to land at
San Francisco early in February.
Water Tank Bursts.
Five railroad carpenters came
near losing their lives near Hatties
burg last week by the bursting of a
railroad water tank. The tank had
just been finished and was being
filled with water. When nearly full
the large hoops suddenly broke, al
lowing the entire tank to fall with
terrible force on the men below. W.
A. Farmer’s thigh was broken and
he was otherwise hurt. Tom Hearstj
0. E. Harrison, J. E. Grason and a
negro laborer were all badly hurt.
No Gold Coming In.
As a result of the rule recently
adopted by the State treasury pro
viding that all incoming and out
going gold payments in excess of
$100 must be weighed, very little
gold coin is being received by the
treasury. This is a matter of much
gratification to Treasurer Lampton
and his assistants, as they would!
prefer to handle currency or silver?
bullion, and thus incur no risk of
loss by weight. 4

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