The Camden chronicle., September 20, 1901, Image 5

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BILL ARP'S" LETTER
Butow Mia Delights to Hear
From His Aged Contemporaries,
EIVLS MANY LtTTLRS FR03 THEM
Mct of tho Writers Wer William's
"Chums" In the Long Ago. Tries
to Answer All of Them.
They are not all dead. In fact, thy
eeem to multiply es tho years roll on
ray contemporaries, I mean. I receive
more letters from old men than I over
did, and they write well and give long
epistles. When a man gets along la
the seventies he feels lonesome, not
withstanding tho near presence of
children and grandchildren. The com
panlons of his youth are gone, and bo
some of the?e old men unbosom them
eolvrs to me for sympathy. I like such
letters and try to answer them all, but
rheumatism In my arm and hand
cramps my replies. One old gentle
man from Alabama says he feels bet
ter after he has written, for ho Is
native Georgian and loves her pespls
and her old red hills and the sweet
memories of Emory college and his
visits to Athens, where his Uncle Elt
zar Newton lived, and how he met me
there In tho forties and John Grant
and Dan Hughes and Jack Brown and
Billy Williams, who married
friend's cousin and took charge of the
blind asylum and how ho heard Dr.
Church preach and was charmed with
the music of the choir, where Miss Ann
Waddcll and Rosa Pringle and other
pretty girls pang, and how a tall, long,
high man, with a big hooked nose and
a huge "pomum Adamus" o'l his throat
sang bass, and how ho was a room
mate of Tom Norwood at Emory and a
class mate of Bishop Key and Judge
A. B. Longstrcet, the author of "Geor
gia Scenes" was the prwldent; and
how he removed to Alabama- In 1S49
and married and haa Beven daughters
and no sons, and haa ten orphan grand
children, and has to work early and
late to support and educate them, but
never sees and rarely tears from any
friend of his youth and Is at times sad
and depressed and longs for sympa
thy. Poor old man, I wish that he
lived near me, for I would vlslthlmand
cheer him up, and tell him anecdotes
and antidotes, and we would talk over
the old times and swap college stories
and brag about the good old days
when there were no telegraphs or tele
phones or bicycles, and we did ncj
want any; no sewing machines or
Btore clothes, and we didn't need any;
no football or baseball or hazing or
suicides or appendicitis. And in those
days came Toombs and Stephens and
Judge Dougherty and Howell Cobb and
Walter Colquitt and spake to the peo
ple face to face, and such eloquent
men as George Pearce and Bishop Ca
pers and Jesse Mercer and Dr. Hoyt
and Goulding and Ingles preached to
them. Yes, we would talk about tho
days of our boyhood, when there wras
no gas or kerosene or friction matches
nothing but candles to give us Ughfc
and no Prometheus to steal fire from
heaven to light them with. Shake
speare knew how it was, for be wrote:
"How far that little candle throws Its
beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty
world."
If Shakespeare wrote by candle
light, why shouldn't we? And he,
too, used the flint and steel to make a
spark to light them. "Pick your flint
and keep your powder dry," was Gen
eral Jackson's order at New Orleans.
When I wa3 a young merchant gun
flints were as common as marbles, and
I sold them at the same price 10
cents a dozen. Wonderful, wonderful
are the changes, and we old people
fall in with them and adapt them to
our use and our comfort. I wouldn't
be set back. to the good old times If
I could, but I would enjoy seeing this
generation all set back about seventy
years, just for about a week. My Ala
bama friend and other veterans would
be tickled to death to see the univer
sal dismay no railroads or telegraph,
no mail, but once a week and 25 cents
for a single letter. No daily newspa
pers In the state and only four week
lies, with no sensations, no suicides
or lynchings. There would be no cook
ing stoves, no coal, no steel pens or
envelopes, no cigarettes. No million
aires or free niggers. I remember
when cotton was packed in round
bales with a crowbar. The long bag
was made first and was suspended
from a hole in the gin house floor and
Uncle Jack got down In it and packed
the cotton hard as it was thrown to
him. He packed two bales a day and
they weighed 400 pounds each. Two
of them filled the bed of the big wag
on and five more were crossed on top
and fastened down with al.long pole.
All the little rpaees were filled with
corn and fodder, the big cover put on
and with a four or six-horse team wo
w ro off for Auf-usta. It was a ton
days' trip and we boys wero happy to
go along end camp out nil night and
listen to the nlgror drivers tell about
ghosts and Jack-o' Lanti rn anil
witches and raw head and bloody
bones. It was great fun. We brought
bark nugar and n.ohifsis In great
hogfihtads. It was brown sugar, fo
white nimar wasn't Invented, except a
kind called loaf sugar, which was put
up In five-pound cones and covered
with blue paper. That kind was for
rich folks and was very precious. It
was crystallized like these little
square lumps that aro common now.
When our mother would unwrap tho
loaf she would let us children lick the
sweet white tissue paper that waj
next to the sugar. It was good. Most
anything was good then. A stick of
striped candy was a raro treat. So
was half an orange, or a bunch of
"resins," as the niggers called them.
Motit anything was good then, for our
appetites had not been surfeited with
cakes and sweetmeats, as they are
now. We loved sassafras root and an
gelica and sugar berrlas and locusts
and wild cherries and the lnsido bark
of chestnut trees and slippery elm. We
were always hungry and hunting for
something. My Alabama friend Is
sad, not only because he has lost his
youthful companions, but his youthful
appetite. Even ginger cakes have lost
their relish and a game of sweepstakes
and town ball and bull-pen their fas
cination. I envy the happy children
as they play around me, but I am hap
py, too, In trying to make them hap
py, for I know that there Is trouble
enough ahead of them, for man that is
born of woman is of few days and full
of trouble. The best we can do is to
do the best we can to fortify against
it and take the bad with the good.
Try to be calm and serene, for life is
full of blessings and we should school
ourselves to magnify them and be
thankful. I have not forgotten the
poor little boy who slept under tho
straw, and one cold windy night hia
mother laid an old door on the straw
to hold it down, and he said, "Motheij
I reckon there are some little boys
who haven't got any door to put over
them." It is a good way for us to
think about those who are worse off
than we are, and my Alabama friend
knows there are thousands of them.
But I must stop, for it Is hard to
write a cheerful letter these gloomy
days. The weather Is depressing and
that helps my Alabama friend to feel
sad. Cobe says that a long wet rain
is worse on a man than a long dry
drought. We have not seen the bless
ed cunshine for four long days and the
wind has blown down my pretty but
ter bean arbor flat to the ground. Bill
Arp, In Atlanta Constitution.
THe arid land of the West furnishes
us with one of the most serious prob
lems in our internal development Therd
arc abundant supplies of water in many
places under the dry surface, and with
power to work the pumps it can be
brought up and run into the irrigatioa
ditches. Steam power is too expensive
because of the high cast of fuel. On
j ithe otlT hand; f tara,cti d? not cxis
cvci ywucic, anu mc civcu mans tannut
yet transmit their power very success
fully over the longer distances. The
outlook, however, is most attractive, and
it suggesti imminent changes irt the
"Great American Desert" of far reach-
mg importance to man.
NEWSY CLEANINGS.
Bpain Is building six new war-ships.
The European squadron of American
warships will rendezvous at Genoa.
Investors in British railways are
alarmed over the reduction in their
dividends.
A society for the Suppression of
Spurious Titles has been formed in
Virginia.
Nearly half the Chinese seeking ad
mission to the United States at San
Francisco are refused.
The bead of a London academy of
dancing says that American women
do not know Low to dance well.
Oil has been struck at Constanti
nople in the house of a Jew. An Eng
lish company is going to develop the
wells.
Consul-Gencral Long nt Cairo,
Egypt, has made a report showing the
wide extent of the slave trade in the
Soudan.
Lord Curzon has submitted to
King Edward a plan for giving com
missions in the Indian army to Hindu
Princes and nobles.
The Minnesota Agricultural College
Is to be equipped with a complete plant
for instruction in the killing, dressing
and curing of meats.
A line of electricity-operated canal
boats running between Toledo and
Cincinnati, Ohio, will probably be
started iu a short time.
Twenty additional fruit-carrying
steamships have beeu chartered to re
inforce the fleet now trading between
the West Indies and Philadelphia.
An ordinance has been adopted by
the Town Council of Yorkville, S. C.
making it a misdemeanor for any per
son to be seen staggering on the
streets of that town.
The Health Oflicer in St. Paul,
Minn., has decided that rank growths
oX weeds are generative of disease oi'
or unsanitary condition, and has or
dered their extirpation.
DR.TALTlAGE'SSEUnON
Tt Eminent Divine's Sunday
DIcour.
SoJ-ti Woman's Fpliere fihe Should
Ilnla Quern In tli Home IU
'lu tlelJ of t'tfiilnt The
Mother's Influe nr on the Nation' Life
ICoirrlgljt 1KIL1
WaphINGTON, 1). C.-In thin discourse
Dr. Talmao extol home as a hold of use
fulness find cuperi.illy eneounu''1 wives
and mothers; text, Genesis i, 'ft, "M.ilo
and femalo created lie them."
In other words, God, who can make no
mistake, made man and woman for a spe
citio work and to move in particular
spheres, man to be regnant in his realm,
woman to be dominant in hers, Iho
boundary line betiM.cn Italy and Switzer
land, between England and Scotland, is
not more thorougnly marked than this
distinction between tiie empire masculine
and the empire feminine. So entirely dis
similar are the fields to which God called
them that you no more compare them
than you can oxygen and hydrogen, water
and gras, trees and stars. J this talk
about the superiority of one sei to tho
other sex is an everlasting waste of ink
and speech. A iewelcr may have & scale
so delicate that lie can weigh the dust of
diamond, but where are the scales so deli
cate that vou can weigh in them affection
against affection, sentiment against senti
ment, thought against thought, soul
against soul, a man s word against a wom
an's word?
You come out with the stereotyped re
nark that man is superior to woman in
intellect, and then I open on my desk the
swarthy, iron typed, thunder-bolted writ
ings of Harriet Martineau and Elizabeth
Brownintr and Gcoree Eliot. You come n
with your stereotyped remark about wom
an's superiority to man in he item of af
fection, but 1 ask you where was there
more capacity to love than tf John, the
uixciplc, and Robert McChoyne. the
Scotchman, and John Summerfield, the
Methodist, and Henry Martyn, the mis
pionary? The heart of tho ir.c.i was so
large that after you had rolled into it the
hemispheres there was room still left to
marshal the hosts of heaven and set up the
throne intellectual. I deny to womau the
throne nfl'ectional. No human phrase
ology will ever define the spheres, while
there is afl intuition by which we know
when a man is in hia realm and when a
woman is in her realm, and when either
of them is out of it. No bungling legisla
tion ought to attempt to make a definition
or to say, "This is the line and that is thq
line." - ;
My theory is that if woman wants to
vote she ought to vote, and that if a man
wants to embroider and keep house he
ought to be allowed to embroider and keep
house. There are masculine women and
there are effeminate men. My theory is
that you have no right to interfere with
any one's doing anything that is righteous.
Albany and Washington might as well
decree by legislation how high a brown
thrasher should fly or how deep a trout
should plunge as to try to seek out the
height or the depth of woman's duty.
The question of capacity will settle finally
the whole question, the whole subject.
When a woman is prepared to preach sha
will preach, and neither conference nor
presbytery can hinder her. When a wom
an is prepared to move in highest commer
cial spheres, she will have great influence
on the exchange, and no boards of trade
can hinder her. I want woman to under
stand that heart and brain can overflow
any barrier that politicians may set up,
and that nothing can keep her back or
keep her down but the question of capac
ity. ...
I know there are women of most unde
sirable nature who wander up and down
the country, having no homes of their
own pr forsaking; their own homes, talk
ing about their rights, and we know very
well that they themselves are fit neither
to vote nor fit to keep house. Their mis
sion seems to be to humiliate the two
.l. xi Li c ...l.x
en would enact or to have cast upon 1
society the ' children that such women
would raise. But I will show you that
the best rights that woman can own she
already haa in her possession, that her
position in this country at this time is not
one of commiseration, but one of congrat
ulation; that the grandeur and power of
her realm have never yet been appre
ciated, that she sits to-day on a throne bo
X X x i 11.1 .1 . ...
xiiga iiut an ti e inrones oi eann piled on
top of each other would not make her a !
lootstool. Here is the platform on which
she stands. Away down below it are the
ballot box and the Congressional assem
blage and the legislative hall.
Woman always has voted and always
will vote. Our great-grandfathers thought
they were by their votes putting Wash
ington into the Presidential chair. No.
His mother, by the principles she taught
him and by the habits she inculcated,
made him President. It was a Christian
mother's hand dropping the ballot when
Lord Bacon wrote, and Newton philoso
phized, and Alfred the Great governed,
and Jonathan Edwards thundered of
judgment to come. How many men thero
have been in high political station who
would have been insufficient to stand the
test to which their moral principle was
put had it not been for a wile's voice that
encouraged them to do right and a wife's
prayer that sounded louder than the cla
mor of partisanship ! Why, my friends,
the right of suffrage as we men exercise
it seems to be a feeble thing. You, a
Christian man, come up to the ballot box,
and you drop your vote. Right after you
comes a libertine or a sot, the offscouring
of the street, and he drops his vote, and
his vote counteracts yours. But if in the
quiet of home life a daughter by her
Christian demeanor, a wife hy her indus
try, a motner by her faithfulness, casts a
vote in the right direction then nothing
can resist it, and the influence of that
vote will throb through the eternities.
My chief anxiety, then, is not that
woman have other rights accorded her,
but that she by the grace of God rise up
to the appreciation of the glorious rights
she already possesses. I shall only have
time to speak of one grand and all absorb
ing right that evtry woman has, and that
is to make home happy. That realm no
one has ever disputed with her. Men may
come home at noon or at night, and they
tarry a comparatively little while, but she
all day long governs it, beautifies it, sancti
fies it. It is within her power to make
it the most attractive place on earth. It
is the only calm harbor in this world.
You know as well as I do that this outside
world and the business world is a long
scene of jostle and contention. The man
who has a dollar struggles to keep it; the
man who has it not struggles to pet it.
Prices up. Prices down. Losses. Gains.
Misrepresentations. Gouging. Under
selling. Buyers depreciating; sale-mien ej
npgerating. Tenants seeking less rent;
landlords T.anJing more. Gold fidgety.
Struggles about ofhee. Men who are in
trying to keep in; men out trying to get
I in. rnpn, tiimtoes. jn-inirvion. rati!'-.
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have a Lome and that you may be qui-cn
in it!
Better bo there than wear a queen's cor
onet. Better bo there than carry tho
puri of a prince. Your shod may ,
humble, but you can by your faith in God
and your cheerfulness of demeanor pild it
with splendors such as aa uphoUttrer's
hand never yet kindled.
There are abode in the city humble,
two atorien, lour plain uupapered rooms,
muloirahl( neighborhood and yet there
14 a man here to-diiy who mould (lis on th
threshold rather than surrender it. Why?
It is home. Whenever lio thinks of it he
sees angels of God hovering around it.
The ladders of heaven rw let down to this
lions. Over the child's rough crib thers
are'the chanting of angels, as thone thai
sounded over Bethlehem. It is home.
These children may come up aftc
awhile, and they may win high position,
and they mav have an affluent residence,
but they will not until their dying day
forget that humble roof under which their
father rested and their mother sang and
thur sisters played.
Oh, if you would gather up all tender
memories, all the lights and shades of the
heart, all banqueting and reunions, all
filial, fraternal, paternal and conjugal af
fections, and you had only just lour let
tenj to spell out that height and depth and
length and breadth and magnitude and
eternity of meaning, you would, with
streaming eyes and trembling voice and
agitated hand, writ it out in those four
living capitals, H-O-M-EI
What right does woman want that !
pander than to be queen in such & realm?
Why, tho cazlcs of heaven cannot fly
across that dominion. Horses, panting
and with lathred flanks, are net swift
enough to run to the outpost of that realm.
They say that the sun never sets on the
liritish empire, but I have to tell you that
on this realm of woman's influence eter
nity never marks any bound.
Isabella fled from the Spanish throne,
pursued by the nation's anathema, but
she who is queen in a home will never lose
her throne, and death itself will only be
the annexation of heavenly principalities.
When you want to get your grandest
idea of a queen, you do not think of Cath
erine of Russia or of Anne of England or
Maria Theresa of Austria, but when you
want to get your grandest idea of a queen
you thlnlc ol the plain woman wno sat op
posite vour father at the table or walked
with him arm in arm down life's pathway,
sometimes to the thanksgiving banquet,
sometimes to the grave, but always to
gether, soothing your petty griefs, cor
recting your childish waywardness, joining
in your infantile sports, listening to your
evening prayers, toiling for you with
needle or at tho spinning wheel and on
cold nights wrapping you up "mug ana
warm. And then at last on that day when
she lay in the back room dying and you
saw her take those thin hands with which
she toiled for you so long and put them
together in a dying prayer that commend
ed you to God whom she had taught you
to trust oh, Bhe was the queen! Ihe cha
riots of God came down to fetch her, and
as she went in all heaven rose up. You
cannot think of her now without a rush
of tenderness that stirs the deep founda
tions of your soul, and you feel as much
a child again as when you cried on her lap,
and if you could bring her back again to
speak just once more your name as ten
derly as she used to speak it you would
be willing to throw yourself on the ground
and kiss the sod that covers her, crying,
"Mother, mother!" Ah, she was the
queen, she was the queen f
Now, can you tell me how many thou
sand miles a woman like that would have
to travel down before she got to the
ballot box? Compared with this work of
training kings and queens for God and
eternity, how insignificant seems all this
work of voting tor aldermen ana common
councilmen and sheriffs and constables
and mayors and presidents! lo make one
such grand woman as I have described
how manv thousand would rou want of
those people who go in the round of god
lessnesa and fashion and dissipation, dis
torting their bodies and going as Si$
1 waru uiBEraceiui unourei an mey uaie
that God who made them women and no?
gorgons, and tramping on down through
frivolous and dissipated life to temporal
and eternal destruction?
O woman, with the lightning of your
soul strike dead at your feet all these al
lurements to dissipation and to fashion!
Your immortal soul cannot be fed upon
such garbage. God calls you up to em
pire and dominion. Will you have it?
. Uh n nnA ,lpfir,- in nni.
your best energies, give to God all your
culture, give to God all your refinement,
give vourelf to Him for this world and the
next!
Soon all these bright eyes will ha
quenched and these voices will be hushed.
For the last time you will look upon this
fair earth. Father s hand, mother s hand,
sister's hand, child's hand, will be no
more in yours. It will be night, and there
will come up a cold wind from the Jordan,
and you must start. Will it be a lone
woman on a trackless moor? Ah, no!
Jesus will come up in that hour and offer
His hand, and He will say, "You stood by
Me when you were well, now I will not
desert you when you are sick." One wave
of Hia hand and the storm will drop; an
other wave of His hand, and midnight
shall break into midnoon, and another
wave of His hand and the chamberlains of
God will come down from the treasure
houses of heaven with robes lustrous,
blood washed and heaven glinted, in
which you will array yourself for the mar
riage supper of the Lamb. And then with
Miriam, who struck the timbrel by the
lied Sea, and with Deborah, who led the
Lord's host into the fight, and with Han
nah, who gave her Samuel to the Lord,
and with Mary, who rocked Jesus to sleep
while there were angels sinking in the
air, and with Florence Nightingale, who
bound up the battle wounds of the Cri
mea, you will from the chalice of God
drink to (he soul's eternal rescue.
One twilight after I had been playing
with the children for some time I lay
down on the lounge to rest, and, half
asleep and half awake, I seemed to dream
thij dream: It seemed to me that I wa3
in a far distant land not Persia, although
more Oriental luxuriance crowned the
cities; nor the tropics, although more
than tropical fruitfulness filled the gar
dens; nor Italy, although more than Ital
ian softness filled the air. And I wan
dered around, looking for thorns and net
tles, but I found none of them grew there.
And I walked forth and I saw the sun
rise, and I said, "When will it set again?"
And the sun sank not. And I saw all the
people in holiday apparel, and I said,
'U hen will they put on workingrnan's
garb again and delve in the mine and
swelter at the forge?" But neither the
garments nor the robes did thev put off.
And I wandered in the suburbs and I
Faid, "Where do they bury the dead of
this great city?" And I looked along by
the hills where it would be most beauti
ful for the dead to sleep, and I raw castles
and towers and b;. ''elements, but not a
mausoleum nor monument nor white slab
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rr"t
ciinj.n i ino muii n ri l i n,n,j: V l.rj- tit
the poor worship? Whern lire the l"-m !in
on hieh they sit?" And ft voice an
iwered, "We have no pour in this p,it tt
city." Ari l I wandered out, wtking t
find tln place where were thf hovi U of
tho destitute, and I found mansions i,f n-n-bir
and ivory and gold, but no tear did I
see or sitfh hear.
I wn bewildered, and I sat under thn
shadow of a peat tree, and I said, "What
am I ami whence comes all X'mtV And
nt that moment there came from Among
tho leave, nkipping up the flowery paths
find neroM the sparkling waters, a very
bright and fjmrltuntf group and when I
saw their step I knew it, ami when I heard
their vo;ces I thought I knew them, but
their npparcl was no dilTerent from any
thing I had ever neen I bowed, a stranger
to strangers. JUit after awhile, when
they dapped hands and shouted, "Wei.
come welcome!" the mystery was solved,
and I saw that time had pnnsed and that
eternity had come and-that God had
gathered us up into a higher home, and I
said, "Are all here?" And the voices of
innumerable generations answered, "All
here." And while tears of gladness were
rfuning down our cheeks andthe branches
Df the Lebanon cedars were clapping their
hands and the towers of the great city
were chiming their welcome we betmn to
laugh and sinit and leap and shout, "Home,
home, home!
LABOR WORLO.
'A' Btrike Is Impending among tho
employes lnthe Vatican museums.
In England and Ilelglum co-operation
Is a great factor in the lives of
the working classes.
The Unlwn Pacific Railroad warns
employes against using Intoxicants
tinder penalty of dismissal.
Labor In the South Is in great de
mand, and the negroes are better paid
than they have ever been In tbclr
lives before.
An army of employes, numbering
50,000, is requlml to administer the
affairs of New York City, and the
average salary Is $1000.
Tho two unions of textile workers
have decided to unite and back the
Fall River, Mas3., cotton mill employes
In their fight against a reduction of
wages.
The latest census 'shows that 027,
23S women, amounting to twenty-eight '
per cent of the total population of Nor
way, are engaged in manual labor,
domestic and factory work.
Maccaronl makers at Torre An
nunziata, near Naples, have struck
for higher wages and better treat
ment. Torre Annunziata is one of the
chief ports from which maccaronl is
exported.
The City Council of Dulnth, Minn.,'
has appropriated $1000 to start a free
labor employment bureau so that ap
plicants for work will not have to de
pend upon expensive private employ
ment bureaus.
Every working iron moulder In Chi
cago will contribute fifty cents a day
to support the men who are still on
strike. The assessment will, It is
thought, bring about $2500 a week
Into the strike fund.
Captain William E. Augustus, as
sistant chief of the Paducah (Ky.)
Fire Department, says he is the old
est paid fireman in the United States.
He is now completing his forty -ninth
year of continuous service.
THE NATIONAL CAME.
Tannehill has not made a" wild pitch
this season.
Young has had but one wild pitch
all the season.
Dolan has supplanted McCreery in
Brooklyn's outfield.
Cincinnati has tried nine pitchers
thus far this season.
LaChance Is hitting the ball with
terrific force these days.
Chicago Is the only unwhitewashed
team in the American League.
Long and Lowe are playing up to ,
their best standard these days.
Crawford now leads the National
League in home runs and extra base
hits.
It looks quite natural to see Burkett
and Keeler at the bead of the League
batsmen.
Davis has played thirty-ono games
in the field for Pittsburg without mak
ing an error.
Ritcbey is playing the fastest sec
ond base that the National League
has seen for several seasons.
llartsel, of Chicago, leads the League
In stolen bases to date, with Wagner,
of Pittsburg, a close second.
With Ileidrick back in the game the
St. Louis team is as strong now as it
was at any time this season.
Manager Duffy early in the season
tried to secure "Scrappy" Bill Joyce
as first baseman for Milwaukee.
Manager McGraw has Clarence Ma
lone, a promising young Baltimore
backstop, practicing with the Orioles.
Ever since Ely joined the Athletics,
of Philadelphia, the team has been
playing championship ball, and it in
now at the bead of the second di
vision. That it pays to get good players is
demonstrated in the Jennings cas-j.
President Reach, of Philadelphia,
says that llughey has already paid
for himself.
A pure water supply is rightly looked
upon as one of the greatest essentials
to the healthfulness of a community.
Manys foods salads, for example can
not be cooked or subjected to the ef
fects of a high temperature, while, on
the other hand, washing them in in
fected water may render them the means
of conveying disease.
In England open fireplaces are almost
the only means of heating houses, and
hotels, public buildings, and office build
ings are heated in the same manner.
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