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Wotpai)’s World.
Two American girls of excellent fam
ily and well known in New York society,
says the New York Press, set out, a
year or two ago, to win their own bread
and butter. Now they are famous, be
cause they do something well that no
Other girls thought of doing. They are
the daughters of an officer of our navy,
and were born in Washington. As chil
dren they had been long in the south
on- an old plantation that kept its ne
groes through all the vicissitudes of war.
They, as all who are nursed by negroes,
like the race that has been freed and
were happy in the possession of numer
ous ‘‘mammies,’’ "uncles” and "aunties.”
From the negro men and women about
the place they learned many quaint folk
tales, hymns and superstitious practices
now passing out of memory. It occurred
to these girls, w,hen grown up and the
desire to be of help to themselves became
strong, that they might do something to
make the charm of the old plantation life
real to contemporaries who had not been
situated as they had been. They sang
some "darky . melodies,” and told the
story of “Brer Fox and Brer Rabbit” one
evening for New York. It was for a
Bmall charity, and there were Vanderbilts
and Astors in the audience.
So great was the delight of the fashion
able folk that one of the Vanderbilts
called next day on Mrs. Leach, the mother
Os the girls, and asked if she would per
mit them to sing at one of her recep
tions. Mrs. Leach consented. "Nearly all
the Four Hundred were there,” said one
of the Misses Leach, the other day, to
a Ixuidon reporter, "and my! the fuss the
people made—they seemed to be delight
ed with our songs—and after that invi
tations poured in on us to entertain the
crowd at *u**rt parties, and we became
the fashion straightaway.
"This year we were persuaded to come
to London, and we are very glad we did.
We arrived here an Friday, and were
asked to sing by Mrs. Ronalds on the fol
lowing Sunday] at one, of her famous par
ties. We knew how kind she was to so
cial entertainers, and felt that if we
sang for her we should be ‘reckoned first
class’ and go ahekd; and, sure enough,
we did. We were feeling, dreadfully land
sick, but we made a success—so much so
that in a few days invitations came pour
ing In. We sang for the Cornell boys
at their concert at St. James’ hall, as so
many of them are our friends, but we
do not sing in public, and have as much
as we can do to keep up with our pri
vate engagements.”
Thus they are, in a most pleasantly
and womanly way, earning their own
living. It is a rich and full living, as
one may easily understand—richer and
fuller than it they had taken up with an
already crowded calling or gone into
"something masculine.”
“London has been just splendid. We
had no idea we should find so many
friends here or like London so much,”
they say.
“With you wonderful musical sympa
thy, surely you compose some of your
songs?” „
"Yes,” said the elder sister, I do. 1
have just received a letter offering to
take a little song I have written and
composed, but I am in no hurry to part
with it. Shall I sing it to you?" and she
takes down her banjo, to whose accom
paniment she sang a pathetic and yet
richly humorous ballad, entitled, "Down
the Old Mississippi River." The Leach
Bisters never received a lesson on the
banjo. They have played it since the
old days on the Suwanee river.
The plainer the napkins are folded on
the dinner table says an authority, the
better taste they are in. A highly orna
mehtal piece of folding is simply remi
niscent of a hotel, and not always a first
class one at that. Place a roll or a piece
of bread in its folds. Have extra spoons,
folks, knives, etc., together with sifted
sugar, cream, (If required), butter, etc.,
in readiness on the sideboard, which should
be covered with a dainty sideboard cloth.
Be very particular as to the laying of the
Cloth, etc., even when you are alone; and
insist on every detail being as strictly car
ried out for the dally meal as for company,
then your servants will be used to the
right way of serving, and will not be flur
ried when vou have guests, which they
certainly would be if you allowed things
to slide when you were alone. Teach your
parlor maid always to give the glass and
plate a rub over with a chamois as she
lays them down on the table, so as to in
sure their being at their brightest. If
this is done and the plate washed in plen
ty of hot water and silver soap, it will not
need cleaning so often, and yet will keep
in good condition. Above all, impress on
your maid the absolute necessity of quiet
waiting. A noisy waitress is never a
good one, however quick or handy she may
be. Lastly, remember that, when you are
training a girl, though everything good
or bad must be remarked on, never do it
at table. This public reproof only makes
the unfortunate servant idiotic and wor
ries your guests unspeakably.
A Brown Leaf—
In the woods to-day a leaf fluttered down.
It was wrinkled and old and bent ana
brown,
But it met the wind and began to play,
And 1 watched it until it whirled away.
And I could but wonder, when time and
grief
Should have made me old and bent as the
leaf, a Al
Would my heat be as young and full of
. glee
As the brown leaf playing in front otme?—
Frank H. Sweet in October Ladies’ Home
Journal.
There need be few, says the Gentlewo
man, if any "ructions” In a house the
mistress of which has common-sense, an
even temper, and a certain amount of
foresight. However, she should be capable
of managing small details for herself, and
should not unduly bother her husband
about things which she should carry
through alone, because to do that is one
of the reasons why she exists at all. 1
am am not One bit astonished at the ridic
ulous manner in which some people talk
about marriage and the "fearful thral
dom and misery thereof,” when I have
■sen tht, idiotic way in which some women
behave, and the manner in which they
take every little detail of their lives to
their unfortunate spouses to legislate for,
from the evil-doings of the cook and wash
erwoman to the real or supposed social
■lights they have met with. A man de
tests these puerile matters, and she is
wise who can manage her own domestic
details and who never sees any slights.
It is only a very small person who cun be
snubbed, and to acknowledge a snubbing
acknowledges one’s own smallness in a
Singularly frank and open manner.
But if a woman feverishly dwells on
these things It maddens a mutt altogether,
and-I, therefore, advise the woman who
is not emancipated, and who doesn’t think
about marriage in the embeeile way ail
too many people fancy they do nowadays,
. to arrange iter home and her life so as
to have as little friction as possible, ana
to avoid all the small carelessnesses and
foraeitulnesaes from which so many silly
little disagreeables all too often spring,
resulting sooner or later in the grave quar
rels which may undermine a household
and bring the whole “estate of matri
mony” into undeserved contempt. - Men
are impatient creatures, and must be
recognised as auch, and they are also
very much more resentful of small dis
comforts than women are.
Queen Victoria not only looks well after
her own servants, but has an eye and an
ear for those that come occasionally to
her residence. Now it happens that a
certain lady who holds a position at court
has the deserved reputation of never keep
ing a maid more than three months.
Though a lamb to society in general, she
is unfortunately a iion In private to her
attendants, and they suit themselves
quickly elsewhere.
"It reached her majesty's ears.” says
Woman, "somehow that this lady every
time she came into waiting' brought a
fresh damsel, who had to be Initiated into
court way*. Some months ago the queen
sent for both mistress and maid at tn*
same time, and gave them a nice little
homily on mutual forbearance and goon
nature, and then expressed a hope, which
really amounted to a command that the
lady would not think of changing so of
ten in the future. The maid Is now a
permanency, and the wrongs of her pre
decessors are avenged.”
There still remains a craze in London,
says the New York Times, for light
gloves stitched with black, the smartest
being those with black buttons and black
welts. Then black thread with white in
a Hke fashion with the added effect ot
white stitching is both serviceable ana
original. A French correspondent hints
at the resuscitation of wjiite stockings.
The reason given is the exceeding popu
larity of white dresses, black hosiery hav
ing been embroidered in white to har
monize wdth these. A new black siik
stocking has the whole of the front let
in with white Chantilly lace. The de
scription reads well, but will women wear
white stockings? In the meantime women
are permitting themselves unusual license
in the matter of embroidery and
with both black lisle, thread and silk, the
lace being frequently carried from top to
toe. Brpwn hose is popular.
I assert that it is the duty of the good
house-wife to keep down the appetite of
her husband, writes the Rev. F. S. Root
in the October Ladies’ Home Journal.
Particularly is this necessary in the cases
of well-to-do professional and business
men. In the families of mechanics earn
ing low Wages such a warning is almost
wholly unnecessary, but it may be said
of most men in good circumstances that
they qat too freely of rich food. If men
would begin careful and systematic cul
ture in early youth and continue the
practice through life, good health would
be the result. Beyond the age of 40—at
a period when so many are physically
lazy—the superior value of exercise is
apparent; but ordinarily, this is just the
time when the hygiene of athletics is
neglected. There is no reason why a
punching-bag, rowing-machine, pulley
weights and other apparatus should be
relegated to college boys and clerks.
But having done a good deal of work
in his time i. is almost impossible to per
suade a business or professional man,
turning 40, to give any sort of attention
to physical culture if such training has
been previously neglected. Hence, I say
it is the duty of a woman to keep from
her husband all rich compounds that will
ultimately ruin his digestion. High feed
ing is occasionally neutralized by hard
exercise; but in the absence of the lat
ter it is mischievous in the extreme. If
your husband will stand the treatment,
begin Ify switching off from the heavy
breakfast of steak, hot rolls, potatoes,
etc., and set before him eggs-on-toast,
oat-meal and coffee.
The freshness and prettiness of dainty
summer gowns, says the New York Her
ald, may be preserved in a great degree
by care in putting them away. Linen,
cambric, and all kinds of wash gowns,
if they have not as yet been washed and
do not require it, should be pressed with
a warm iron and have the skirts neatly
folded away in large boxes or in a trunk
•used for the purpose. Rip off all ribbon
bows and roll up the ribbon with strips
of tissue paper between. Lay away the
bodice in a box with soft paper stuffed
in the sleeves to keep them in shape.
Dresses that have been or will require
washing before being worn another year
should be washed, rinsed and dried with
out starch. This rule holds good for
white dresses as well. It will be a great
convenience next soring if the summer
flannels are now carefully mended before
being put away.
The trouble, says the Ladles’ Home
Journal, is with you, my dear girl, that
you count little things of no worth. Where
we have one great renunciation to make
we have a thousand little ones, and lite,
which you are inclined to call common
place, is not so, for every day can be made
rich in beautiful deeds. God, who is just,
is merciful, and when temptation comes
to you, even if you fail, He remembers
that you tried to do what was right, and
so is tender in His thought of you. There
is not one ot us who achieves, even for
one day, what we long to. But, my dear,
we can always try for it. We can be
ready for the trouble that is before us
and equip ourselves by prayer and good
thoughts so that we can meet it bravely,
and, possibly, overcome it. Os course,
that la what we wish to do, and yet if we
, are not strong enough, if we fall by the
wayside, we must get up and try again,
and keep on trying. That, in itself, will
give us strength. And as the years go on
and yoilth belongs to the past, it will al
ways, because of this trying, be easier to
do that which is right and merit "that
peace which passeth all understanding.”
"An actress keeps younger than a do
mestic woman because she doesn’t worry,”
said Miss Virginia Harned, in the Nfew
York Sun. "Worry is death and destruc
tion to a woman’s good looks. Then an
actress recognizes the business value of
her appearance, and is willing to go to
any personal inconvenience to preserve or
Improve her charms. If the woman happi
ly situated in domestic life loses her beau
ty it makes no difference, for her husband
or her family love her just the same; but
it is not so in our line of life. A certain
degree of good looks is absolutely essen
tial to success. If I ilnd myself getting tco
thin, I Immediately set to work to fatten
up. and If I verge on the other extreme I
deny myself < everything that tends to
produce flesh, no matter how much I may
crave it. Constant, unceasing grooming,
however, Is something of a bore, although
one may be gratified at the results. It
takes me all day Sunday to get myself in
shape for the week’s work—that is, when
I’m working as steadily as I have been in
‘Trilby.’ One's hair must be shampooed,
one’s nails manicured, one’s feet chiropo
cured--if there is such a term—and a hun
dred and one things attended to, when
one would much rather 101 l around and
rest in the freedom of a sack and skirt.
I devote an hour each day to a bath,
which 1 suppose is more than the average
woman does, and that of itself is a great
revivifier, not to mention the solid ten
hours' sleep which 1 invariably take. Aa
regards drinking, I think all actresses who
are thoroughly in earnest avoid stimulants
as much as possible.” .
Many letters have been sent me, says a
writer in the New York Herald, in the
last fortnight from young women who
are in doubt and fear regarding the men
they love.
"Does he love me?”
This is the btirden of their song, and a
pretty heavy burden it is for some of
them.
Not one young man has written to ask:
"Does she low me?”
And the reasons for this are various.
In the first place, the average young
man thinks so much of himself—being
aided and abetted In this by’ many silly
girls—that he doesn't believe any young
woman can appraise him except at his
own valuation.
His cogitations generally are:
"Do I want her? Can T afford to marry
her? Will 'I get tired of her? Will she wear
well? Is marriage worth all that 1 give up
for it? Which of ’em shall I select?”
But very seldom he asks himself:
"Does she love me, and will she marry
me?"
For 1 am afraid that the average girl
if her affections be at all ensnared shows
too readily that she will sav "Yes” long
before the question is asked.
And men are such take-the-chances In
| dlviduals that nothing causes them to
lose Interest quicker than a certainty.
I knew a selfish little beauty once who
sdid to me in answer to a question:
"How do I get so much attention from
all the men? Simply, my dear, by not
showing too much interest in any one of
I them.
"Mind you, I say, showing interest.
"I feel a very decided affection for one
but 'he doesn’t know it, and he shan’t far
some time to come."
"But he may grow weary and bite at
another's hook,” said I. i
She laughed a hard little laugh.
"Not while I bait with jeglousy,” was
her reply. "That’s the thing to keep 'em
constant.
"If I discarded all my other admirers
for him he’d grow very weary of his
kingdom.
“I know men. I've six of them all madly
jealous of the other, and the result is
that I have a glorious time.
"If Torn sends me a bouquet of roses
Dick orders a basket. If Harry takes me
to the theater. Jack haa a box for the
opefh the ifext night, and I'm in it In
every sense."
“Ail very well." -said I, "but you are
cultivating a taste for this social tauasco
sauce that must make yoq very unhappv
When you are married, for you will give
up all these ideas then, of course."
"I don't really see where the 'of course’
THE WEEKLY NEWS (TWO-TIMESA-WEEK) MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1895.
I comes in,” she retorted, "for indeed I
I shan’t. I shall moderate my ideas and
be all that I should be, certainly, but
that’s just the time when Tom, Dick,
Harry and Jack in homeopathic doses
will be invaluable.
"My observation has taught me that
possession—though it may be ‘nine points
of the law’— is also nine points out of
ten in causing that reactionary dullness
and lack of appreciation that we see in
so many wedded couples.
“My husband has got to appreciate me—
even after we are married—and he will
do so because he sees that other men
appreciate me.
“I’m not going to make the fatal mis
take of letting him see me at all times
and under all conditions, no matter how
I look!
“He shall only see me when I look my
best, and then at short intervals.”
“All of which comes under the head
of fiddlesticks,” said I. “Wait until you’re
married and see how your ideas flour
ish.”
But she wasn’t entirely wrong in her
notions by any means!
The search after ancestors, says the
New York Tribune, which has been in
augurated by the Daughters of the Revo
lution and Colonial Dames has developed
strange relationships. A very high and
mighty personage, in tracing out the va
rious descendants of a famous revolu
tionary general, whose collateral descen
dant she was proud to declare herself,
found that the direef descent ended in a
poor charwoman, whom she had been in
the habit of employing by the day. It was
a lucky find for the latter, for her large
hearted and generous connection, exem
plifying the old adagp that blood is thick
er than water, proved a veritable Lady
Bountiful t 0 family. She educated the
children, found a promising opening for
the son, and pensioned off her poor rela
tion, whom the many reverses of health
and fortune had quite broken down. It
was a great good to arise from what many
deem a useless fad.
Mrs. A’s. experience was still less satis
factory. Formerly a believer in the direct
transmission of character, she has chang
ed her ideas, since she found in her pedi
gree a declared criminal, proving that in
America it is not safe to place 100 much
reliance upon one’s ancestors.
Mrs. Georgiana Dove, says Clara Belle,
in a letter from New York to the Cincin
nati Enquirer, would not be accused of
greenness by any one. And I doubt if
she was ever unsophisticated, and when
on her way to a reception at Hotel B. she
met Mr. Fly, she was highly pleased to
see him. Fly had admlrea her in the old
days, and he didn’t admire her a bit the
less now that they were both married.
He asked why she couldn’t cut part of
the reception, come down to the dining
room at the hotel and have lunch with
him, and then, if she wanted to go back
and end up the reception. This seemed
n pe and easy; she would have a lovely
alibi all ready, so she said she would, es
pecially as her husband never came to the
8., and didn’t know the reception was to
be there. So she showed herself a great
deal among the women folks, and then
abouWunch time went down to the Turk
ish parlor to meet Mr. Fly.
B * e^fi re $? ls ' Fly > on til ß way down, had
met Mr. Dove, and Dove said he couldn’t
stoß because he' had an engagement, and
now when Mrs. Dove got down to' the
L urkiß .ti room there was Mrs. Fly. Said
Mrs. I< ly and Mrs. Dove, “Oh, how do you
do, dear! ’ and they both thought hard.
At that very moment in walked Dove and
rly, and each woman rushed to her own
husband and said, “Oh, you dear thing!”
and each husband said to his own wife
‘Thought maybe you might like a little
lunch, ducky.” Then there was a rattle of
Hello, Fly,” “Hullo, Dove,” “Ah, how do
you do, Mrs. Fly?” “Mrs. Dove, eh?”
' Now, why noe make a party?” And they
did, and every one of the four thought
what a close call it was, and how smart
they had been to get out of it.
It 18 a remarkable thing in regard to
little people that it is almost never too
early to approach them with religious
suggestion, writes Rev. Charles H. Park
hurst, p. p., in the October Ladies’ Home
Journal. It is not what we say to them
that makes them religious, it is the re
ligious instinct already in them that
makes intelligible to them whatever of a
religious kind we say to them. The best
that a child can become in this, as in
every other respect, accrues from wisely
handling and fostering some impulse al
ready contained in tne child's original
dowry. If the beginnings of individual
religion were not an implant no method
of treatment, no ingenuity of culture
could suffice to establish such a begin
ning. Religion can be immanent in the
child, and even be a part of his experi
ence, without his being able yet to know
it as religion, or being able to compre
hend the allusions made to it by his eld
ers. * * • It holds In the twilight of
life what is true in each dawning, that
it begins to be morning a good while be
fore there Is sunshine enough in the air
Mor the sun-dial to be able to tell us
what o'clock it is. » • • The infant’s
eyes are full of light, waiting to be greet
ed by the light of the sun so soon as its
lids are lifted. The heart of the child
is tuned to the things of God, and its
strings are ready to become musical so
soon as they are touched by a hand
that knows how to stir them into reso
nance. It is a good while before the
child and the earth come very close
to one another, but on the contrary,
"Heaven liss about us in our infancy.’
The "new woman” as a species, says
the New York Tribune, is decidedly un
popular with her sex just at present.
At a fashionable watering place the othei
day, where a clever woman was giving
a series of "talks” on topics of the times
in the drawing-rooms of her friends, she
produced a list of subjects to choose
from. AU were welcomed, until the ti
tle "Woman and Her Future” was read
out, when there was a general groan
and unanimous dissent. "I am bored
and tired to death with the new woman,”
said one of the ladies, who evidently ut
tered the sentiments of all those who
were present. “Everything has been said
that could be said about her, and it wear
ies me even to hear her mentioned. Be
sides, there isn't any new woman. She’s
only a myth of the third-rate novelist.”
"The apple,” declares a hygienic jour
nal, "is one of nature’s best gifts to wo
men. Aesthetically It clears and beauti
fies the complexion by exciting the ac
tion of the liver. Hygienlcally it aids di
gestion, prevents calculous growths by
helping the kidney secretions, and, as
it thoroughly disinfects the mouth, is one
of the best known preventives of throat
disease. Apples are also excellent brain
food, for more than any other food do
they contain phosphoric acid in an easily
digested state. The best time to eat ap
ples is just before going to bed, for they
are sure to promote sound and healthful
sleep.” One questions perhaps the latter
part of the paragraph, for all persons
cannot eat fruit, even the wholesome ap
ple, at bedtime, but the rest is undoubt
edly true.
Here is a rather singular thing, says the
Chicago Post, which no one has noticed in
print, and yet which all of us must have
remarked many times for ourselves. If
we know a woman who is set apait by any
oaulty of feature, which amounts to a de
formity, who is repulsively ugly, It is al
most certain that that woman is married.
Now, this is also true of men, but one
has the less to say about that part, be
cause long ago the genial hearted old
Autocrat sighed over the patent trutn
that there waa no man short of a gorilla
in appearance whom some good and pretty
woman would not take and make a hus
band of. But that the gorilla-like woman
should likewise be selected is a strange
: fact, and still a fact it is.
A woman noted among her friends for
her delightful letters and as delight 'ul gift
of conversation, was asked not long ago
by one of them how she managed it.
"Frankly." was the reply, “I strive for it.
I When I see in a book or hear anywhere a
! happy phrase, or a telling sentence, I make
I a mental note of it, and watch for an op
portunity to incorporate it in my own
speech or written word. I don’t mean I
appropriate other folks' ideas in wholesale
fashion, but I do steal or utilise their
knack of expression. Another point 1 make
is never to permit myself to speak care
lessly, that Is, slovenly, any more than I
let my hair be untidy or my gown mud
stained. It does not seem to me frivolous
or bestowing too much care on trifles to
take this small pains for my betterment. I
pin a flower on my dress for a bit of color,
or adjust a bow where I know it Is becom
ing; why should I not apply the decora
tive idea to my speech?”
Why, indeed?
Not long ago, says a writer in the La
dies' Home Journal, I met a young lady
in poverty whom I had previously known
tn wealth, and this was, in substance, the
story she told me: “Father died suddenly
in Y ashington, and the professional skill
through which he had coined money for
us died with him. I am not weeping be
cause we are poor. I am broken-hearted
because none of us saw that he was dying.
Was it not pitiful that he should think it
best not to tell any of us that he was sick?
And I, his petted daughter, though 1
knew he was taking opium to soothe his
great pain, was so absorbed by my lovers,
my games and my dresses, that I just
hoped it would all come right. If I could
only remember that even once I had pitied
his suffering or felt anxious about his life,
I might bear his loss better!” » * * *
This story is common enough. Many a
father, year after year, goes in and out of
his home carrying the burden and doing
the labor of life, while those whom he
tenderly loves hold With but careless
hands all of honor and gold he wins by
toll and pain. Then some day his head and
band s can work no more! And the hearts
that nave not learned the great lesson of
unselfish love while love was their teacher
must now begin theif sad duty when love
has left them alone forever.
DURRANT’S HARD FIGHT.
An Effort to Be Made to Turn Suspi
cion on the Minister.
San Francisco, Cal., Sept. 26.—The hand
writing of Rev. George Gibson is destined
to play an important part in the great
trial of Theodore Durrant. In his open
ing statement Attorney Deuprey said that
the writing on the paper enclosing Blanche
Lamont’s rings and that on a wrapper ad
dressed to Mrs. Noble were similar to the
penmanship of the pastor of Emanuel
church.- In a very adroit way he cast sus
picion on the minister, and the defense will
attempt to prove his insinuation justifi
able.
The counsel for the defense say It will
take about ten days to put in their case,
unless the cross-examinatiop is longer
than expected. Mr. Dickinson announced
this morning that the defense would have
fro® forty-five to fifty witnesses.
When the case was called this morn
ing Sergt. Reynolds resumed the stand.
He described the pastor’s study, and said
he found among other things in the tool
box discovered there the chisel supposed
to have been used in making the marKs
found on. the door.
The door was then brought Into court
and examined by the jury. The marks
were plainly visible. Three pairs of shoes
were also found in the study. One shoe
was taken away because it had area
mark that looked like blood on the sole.
Juror Smythe asked the witness if ne
thought the three pairs belonged to the
same person, and an affirmative reply was
given.
Sergt. Burke then took the stand and
testified that he and other officers ex
amined the shoes for blood stains.
The district attorney here requested
that all the evidence respecting the shoes
be stricken out, claiming that it was
only admlssable in the Williams mur
der case. The defense objected, and the
court sustained the objection and the
evidence was allowed.
Detective Cody was the next witness.
He testified that on April 18 he searched
the church and found the tool box In the
pastor’s study. A claw hammer, which
was produced, was in the tool box, but no
chisel. The hammer was applied to one
of the marks on the door and was found
to fit it.
COVINGTON’S POSTMASTER.
The Men Suggested by Col. Llving-
Bton Not Satisfactory.
Washington, Sept. 26.—Representative
Lon Livingston appears to be having con
siderable trouble In securing the appoint
ment of a postmaster at Covington, Ga.
The office has been vacant for some tlm?
past, and it was understood that Mr. Liv
ingston would be allowed to control the
Appointment, as the office is located in his
district. He was here yesterday and had
an interview with Postmaster General
Wilson on the subject, but at the depart
ment to-day it is said that no conclusion
was reached and the Postmaster General
desires further time to consider the mat
ter. It is understood that the name Mr.
Livingston suggested does not meet the
approval of i.xe President.
Capt, HenrivJackson of Atlanta is the
gtfest of Secretary Hoke Smith for a few
days. Mr. Jackson is ’ a brother-in-law
of Secretary Smith.
TREASURY' FINANCES.
A Slight Excea> of Receipts Over
Expenditures This Month.
Washington, Sept. 26.—A1l the heavy ex
penditures of the treasury for this month
have now been paid and to-day for the
first time the figures show a slight excess
of receipts for the month. The excess is
only 1112,744, but it is expected that by
Oct. 1 the receipts will reach $2,500,000 and
the deficit for the present fiscal year,
which is now $13,000,000, will be reduced to
$10,500,000. The receipts, however, are run
ning below those of la.At month, principal
ly in internal revenue. As October is an
interest-paying month, it is anticipated
that the expenditures tor that month will
exceed the receipts by from $8,000,000 to
$9,000,000. The annual interest charge, at
the present rate of receipts, is over lo
per cent, of the revenues of the govern
ment.
BICYCLE RACES IN DIXIE.
The Wheelmen of .Montgomery Hold
ing a Successful Meet.
Montgomery, Ala., Sept. 26.—The first
League of American Wheelmen state meet
held in Montgomery began to-day. On ac
count of the heat and dust a small at
tendance was present. The new third of
a mile track that the local club has
had built was not quite ready and the old
mile track was used. Warren won two
state championship races, a half, a quar
ter and a mile open race. Parquet of
Mobile won the five mile handicap in 15:17,
with Hickman of Birmingham second ana
Todd of Montgomery third. To-morrows
events close the meet.
PUT A BI LLET IN HIS BRAIN.
The Suicide Holds Another Mun
Down While Killing Himself.
Galveston, Tex., Sept. 26 F. A. Llewellyn
to-day committed suicide by shooting him
self in the temple with a 44-caliber revol
ver. Llewellyn was employed at the Gal
veston creosote works. He was 39 years
of age and leaves a wife and four chil
dren. A nephew of Llewellyn was with
him at the time and tried to prevent the
act, but Llewellyn threw him down and
held him while he placed the pistol against
his own head and fired.
Fourteen Mlles In Eleven Minutes.
Folkston, Ga., Sept. 26.—T0-day the
Plant system train So ran from Racefora
to Folkston in eleven, minutes, a distance
of fourteen miles.
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THE SYCAMORE PURSE.
———
WESS KILBUCK’S EXPERIENCE AT
A MIDNIGHT HORSE RACE.
*
Made a Mistake In the Horse—lt
Proved to Be Too Good us a Pace-
Maker and Took the Race—A Story
Wlth a Concealed Moral.
John Habberton, in the Pittsburg Dis
patch.
Wess Kilbuck was one of the many
boys at Sycamore who never liked to
do wrong, but always found it dread
fully troublesome to do right, so on
great occasions he generally tumbled help
lessly between the two and wished he
could tumble out of sight.
One of these occasions was a horse
race which had been appointed for a
late hour one Saturday night. The town
of Sycamore was poor in money, and
almost everything else but horses, time
and public spirit, but of these there was
such abundance that there was on the
flats a straightaway race course a mile
long, besides horses and matches enough
to keep the grass on the track very short.
Horses were the only local products that
could be sold at any time of the year,
but there was not much demand for them
unless they were fast enough to attract
the attention of the butchers for city
markets, so there was plenty of honest
racing for the sole purposes of ascer
taining speed. All sorts of good things,
however, from churches to chickens,
are sometimes misused, so it came to
pass that at times the Sycamore track
was visited by all the loafers and other
bad characters of the town and county,
and there was an exciting and rascally
racing for money as could be seen any
where. All this sort of thing was done
on the sly, and generally at very late
hours of moonlight nights, for the state
laws against gambling were very se
vere, and all the local justices were mem
bers of the church.
Wess Kilbuck had been told that racing
for money was cestly and wicked. He
believed It, too; for his father’s partner
in the general store business had once
bet the firm’s entire cash surplus on a
horse race at New Orleans, a thousand
miles away, and Wess’ father had been
financially pinched ever since.
When, therefore. Raff Tulligs, the big
gest boy in school—a school where some
of the boys were big enough to wear chin
whiskers—came one day to Wess and of
fered to help him with his arithmetic les
sons thrpughout the fall term If Wess
would sneak his father’s bay horse out of
the stable at 11 o’clock of a certain Sat
urday night and run him on the track
against Raff’s roan mare for a SSO purse,
wnich some of the loafers and gamblers
had subscribed, Wess declined with a fine
show of virtuous indignation, saying:
"Horse racing is a mean, gambling, dis
honest business.”
“Bosh!” snarled Raff. “I don’t want
you to race. I only want your bay to
make the pace for my mare; they used
to be mates in harness, you know, and
are used to traveling side by side, and
the bay is pretty fast on a run, and the
roan won’t let herself fall behind him.”
“But you yourself will be racing for
money.”
“ ’Tisn’t the money—the purse—that I
want so much, as to show what the roan
can do, because I want to sell her, and
there’s a St. Louis dealer with a pocket
ful of money going to be there, and he’s
looking at the roan, and he’ll.buy her if
she shows good time. I think you might
see me through, seeijig I’ve got my moth
er’s family to support, and need to make
all the money I can.”
“Well, if you only want me to ride as
pace-maker, and father don’t object,
I’ll”
"What do you want to talk to your
father about it for?” demanded Raff.
“You take the horse out for a ride when
ever you like, even after dark, without
asking your father, don’t you?”
"Yes, but—”
“But what,
That settled it; Wess wasn’t going to
be called again, even by the, big
gest boy in school, so he promised to be
upon the track, and upon the bay, at the
hour appointed, if Raff would be sure to
wake him a few moments beforehand, lor
Wess, like many other village boys, haa
the rural habit of going to sleep about as
early as the chickens. It was arranged
that Wess, on retiring, was to tie one
of his toes and drop the other end out of
the window, and Raff was to pull gently
until Wess gave a return pull to signify
that he was awake.
About 11 o’clock Wess awoke from a
dream that one of his feet was a cannon
and had shot off one of his toes, which
was soaring athwart the firmament like
a meteor of the first magnitude. His con
science awoke at the same time and sug
gested that there was still time to recon
sider the subject, and to consult his fath
er, but about this time his memory also
got fully awake, with that word “Sis
sy” in it, so he dressed quickly, slipped
out of the house and Into the stable. He
could not help thinking that it must be
very near Sunday morning, and that It
would be simply to take part in a race,
even as a pacemaker,’ on Sunday.
The bay seemed to think so, too, for
despite all of Wess’ reassuring words
the animal went about the single box
stall as if he did not want to leave It,
and as the bridle was forced Into his
mouth in the darkness he gave Wess u
severe bite; the bay had never done such
a thing before, and he made a lot of trou
ble while being saddled, which was quite
annoying, for Wess was doing everything
by sense of feeling—he did not dare light
a lantern.
Finally, when Wess opened the street
door and led the bay into the moonlit
road, intending to lead him slowly until
out of sight and sound of the house,
the animal tugged backward. Wess
had heard that animals- knew the days
of the week; now he believed it, and it
seemed simply awful that a horse, an
animal without a soul, had more sense
of propriety than he. There was still
time to repent—but Raff had called him
“Sissy.”
Wess found a great crowd at the race
track; lighted cigars ends were about
as numerous as stars in the sky. near
the starting end were two traders' wag
ons from which whisky was being sold
as fast as the owners could All tin cups
at the spiggots. Wess had but little time
in which to be horrified, for Raff, on
the roan mare, hurried to him and said:
“I thought you’d never come; I was
afraid I’d have to ride without my pace
maker-say, what have you been doing
to the bay? Has he been hard used
lately He looks thin.”
“He's excited I guess,” Wess replied.
“He isn’t used to being taken out in
the middle of the night.”
“Ready! Ready! Ready!” shouted
the starter. This was the customary
Sycamore signal. It was also the local
custom to "line up” the horses and start
them with a pistol shot, so the roan and
the bay reined into line side by side.
“Bang.”
At the first click of the trigger Raff
gave Wess’ bay a savage back cut with
his whip, and the bay sprang forward
with a bound that nearly threw Wess
from the saddle. The boy had never be
fore seen the animal start in that style;
neither he nor his father ever used the
whip or spur while riding, so Wess de
termined to give Raff a piece of his mind
after the race ended, and say that if the
horse’s temper or spirit proved to be in
jured in any way Raff would be to blame.
At the quarter post Wess looked back to
see where the roan was; why, there were
several other horses between the bay and
the roan mare! Well, it served Raff right;
Wess hoped he would have a hard strug
rle to get the roan up to her pacemaker,
f it weren’t for those awful arithmetic
lessons that were to come during the term
—cube root was among them, Wess would
have been inclined to win the race him
self—and if it weren’t for the purse of $&)
that was to go to the winner, and the talk
that there would be about it, which surely
would reach his father’s ears. If only he
had consulted his father before taking out
the bay.
Then Wess saw an irregular shadosv
at the end of the course, and the shadow
quickly separated into 29 or 30 parts, each
part being a man; a few seconds later he
heard a shout of “Hi-yi-yi,” and he found
himself passing the mile post, and the bay
pulUng at the bridle as if he thought he
had taken a contract to drag up one of
the town's pot sycamore trees by the
roots. It was not until the rattle of hoofs
behind him stopped that the bay would
allow himself to be pulled up and turned.
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As Wess rejoined his defeated competi
tors a man with a big black moustacne
and with trouser stripes an inch and a
half wide approached him and exclaimed:
“Bully boy.” Then the man, one of the
St. Louis horse-buyers, who had been ap
pointed purse-holder, put into Wess hand
something that jingled and was yellow
and heavy.
“What’s that?” asked Wess.
"That’s your SSO for winning thq race.
Just then Raff, on the roan, rode along
side, put his face very close to Wess, ana
with a big frown ana a whisper redolent
of whisky and chewing tobacco, said:
“That money’s mine. -I only asked you
to be pace-maker.” „„ , ,
“Here, here! What’s going on?” asked
the purse-holder, who, being a connrmea
sport, was suspicious of almost everything
he saw. “You won the money, bub, fair
and square; you stick to it; don t let that
big fellow rob you.” c
“I don’t want it,” remonstrated Wess.
“I didn’t come into the race to win; *1
came for nothing but to make the pace
for the roan.”
“That’s all right,” replied the sport,
“but winnings is keepings. That money
is yours.” A
Just then the town clock struck 12, it
was Sunday morning and Wess con
science swelled within him as if it were
a handful of dried apples eaten in too
much haste, s 6 the boy tremblingly re
plied:
"You’re very kind, sir, but really, my
father wouldn’t forgive me if I were to
take it, because he—he doesn t believe
in racing.” .
"Don’t, eh? Then, maybe, he d sell
the horse to somebody who does. It s fly
ing in the face of Providence, that s what
it is, to keep a horse like that oft the
track. Is he for sale?”
“Yes, sir,” said the boy, quickly,
twhlle his conscience makes haste to
take a short rest. Wess knew his father
needed money; if, through the accidents ot
the night, the bay could be sold at a
good price perhaps good might come out
of evil, and then —oh, then, he could ex
plain to his father before any rumors
of the race might reach the house.
“What’s the figure on him?”
Wess was up to all the horse trading
tricks of the vicinity; he knew that his
father had offered the bay for $125, and
so he boldly replied:
“Two hundred dollars, sir.”
“I’ll give you a hundred and seventy
five right now,” said the sport, who knew
something about horse trading talk him
self. '
"See my father about it Monday morn
ing, please, sir” Vess replied, “and per
haps—perhaps he’ll split the difference.”
“You can have my roan for a hundred
and fifty,” spoke up Raff, “and you needn’t
pay it unless the mare can cover the course
again with the bay and beat him.”
Within five minutes there was another
race, and Wess, in spite of earnest efforts
to get away, was in it. This time he was
determined to lose, for he had heard and
seen S2O subscribed for the winner and
he was not going—not for anything, to
win money by Sunday racing; that would
be very different he argued from having
winnings paid to him on Sunday, which
was bad enough in itself; besldfes he was
sorry for Raff, and he did long for help
through the coming awful school season
of arithmetic.
So, when the pistol cracked he began at
once to “pull” the bay: the animal seem
ed bewitched. For a year he had respond
ed to the gentlest touch of Wess’s hand,
but now he took the bit between his teeth
and dashed along the creek so rapidly
that when he reached the finish Raff and
the road were enshrouded in darkness
and profanity. This time the stake-hold
er thrust the money into Wess’ pocket,
struck the boy a light blow with a walk
ing stick and exclaimed: “Git for home.”
Wess “got,” but it did seem to him that
Satan was perched upon the saddle with
him, and was also prowling inside of the
bay horse, and that the moonlight was
populous with malign spirits.
The next morning there was company at
the Kil'buck breakfast table, for while
Wess had been asleep in the early even
ing the Methodist circuit rider had stopp
ed at the house, and been persuaded to re
main until morning and take the place
of the regular pastor, who was ill. After
breakfast Mr. Kllbuck and the minister
went to the stable, the boy following them
and there a great light dawned upon Wess,
for in the single box stall was the circuit
rider’s horse, Mr. Kllbuck being one of
the hospitable souls who thing nothing
too good for a preacher. The horse, like
Mr. Kilbuck’s own, a deep nay, with
no white marks.
To think of having rode a preacher’s
horse in a race—for money —and on
Sunday, too Wess felt so bad about
it that he was almost afraid to go to
church that morning; it seemed to him
that in simple justice the walls ought
to fall and crush him. As to the money
he thought he ought to give It to the
preacher, so he went to the garden and
dug it up, although he did not see how
he could ever make a proper explana
tion. Little by little, however, his way
was made clear for him; one of the
inducements which Mr. Kllbuck had
offered the circuit rider was that a
special collection should be taken for
the assistance of an out-of-town commu
nity which needed money to repair the
roof of its church. The collections In the
Sycamore church were taken in velvet
bags, fastened at the ends of poles that
could be passed the full length of a pew,
so when the bag came Wess way the boy
put his hand over it and dropped the
entire S7O, and dropped a great load from
'his mind at the same time. When the
collection was counted the circuit rider
was so surprised that he offered one of
the most joyous prayers ever heard in
Sycamore, and Wess joined in the general
“Amen” with the conviction that his trou
bles were over.
ENGLAND AND THE CUP.
Over £30,000 Promised for Building
a New Yacht.
London, Sept. 26.—The Yachting World,
in an article on the yachting situation,
says: “The fiasco at New York seems to
have whetted cupidity for possession of
the cup to an extraordinary degree. Lord
Dunraven’s yacht has not even started
homeward before another challenge Is is
sued and accepted.
“This is certainly a matter for congrat
ulation and stultifies in a practical man
ner the absurd comments upon the im
pression said to be produced upon Brit
ish yachtsmen over the last contest.
Matches between English and American
clubs should be greatly encouraged as
such, but imbuing them with internation
al importance is just as absurd as to seek
for political motives in the lord mayor’s
visit to Paris.”
The Yachting World also prints the
following note from a well known col
onial yachtsman: “I know that I am
expressing the feelings of many thous
ands of Englishmen at home and abroad
when I say that the America's cup should
be brought back to the old country. I
am prepared to form a syndicate to build
a yacht to be called Westralia to bring
the cup back to old England, and to
subscribe £SOO. Herbert Moir.”
The Yachting World, commenting on
this note, says: “Mr. Moir, who is very
much in earnest, has been simply as
tounded at the responses to his letter.
He has been inundated with offers to sub
scribe sums ranging from £SO to £I,OOO,
until at the present moment he has been
promised over £30,000 for the purpose of
challenging for the cup. Mr. Moir’s idea
is to build a boat on lines similar to
those of the Britannia, but with a larger
sail-spread. It is probable that Mr. Moir
will shortly interview Mr. Watson, in
which case it will be safe to assume that
the order for the boat will go to a Clyde
firm.”
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nonnnL Vaffe ® Os Rum ” had an
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airmount Park auditorium. The little
crowd that braved the rain to hear the
lecture was composed of church people
and manifest admirers of Mr. Jones’ pe
elo<iuence. He looked them over
hls , t0 P ic t‘O that of “Prayer ”
tle l of Llfe.’“ S the sub - lect was “The'Bat
auence J ° He ?h^ a “any-sided elo
quence. He changes from uncouth mi>v>
icry and bold jokes to tender pathos an<i
from pathos to solemn earnestness The
nna re t r h “T k . now what is coming next
and thus he does not tire them r
evening he talked with feeling and tender
ness and liope of tho strued ps
manity. He ended this lecture in which
earnestness mingled with polished
phrases, by a peroration wherein he
dropped back into his uncouth speech It
was an example, and Mr. Jones no doubt
knew It was an example, of how the most
oloquence angUaSe may conve Y powerful
Running through Mr. Jones’ talk is a.
thread of strong axiomatic ' thoughts
s 22P etlmes - s > reng in more ways
than one. These are some of yesterday’s
You must have something to stand
. ““’
‘Think of the man who begs favors of
dog ’” nd Wh ° treats his neighbors like a
“Prayers from men who are mad ar»
bl°lly a goat f ” CtlVe as the lnvocati °ns of a
“Money is the best servant to serve
a X.” ardeS ’ : maStei ' that
‘Those who give because God will re
tU-2. J £i V T for °t. ne dont * ive anything.”
Q ' fones has succeeded because half
him ’’ ° n men and wornen have prayed for
‘‘ Ge t God under obligations to you. Then
ne will hear you.”
“When you can send a message to heav
en and get an answer back your fortune
is made.
< ‘X he . d i fflcu lty with most of humanity
is that they don’t know what they are
fighting for.”
“Fathers! Suppose the mother of your
children would say to them: ‘Children,
don t look at your little old daddy. Look
at that good man over there for an exam
ple. How would you like that?”
“The clean man who goes into politics
comes out like the clean boy who goes into
the puddle.”
"The strength of the ship is in its weak
est plank.”
"I would rather be a mugwump than a
jug-wump.”
“Little skeptics! Little jackassolets!”
"Let the little skeptic go to his mother’s
tomb and chisel out the words: ‘I am tha
resurrection and the life.’ ’’
“There are grass widows and dog fen
nel widows.”
“I would just as lief shake a dead fish's
tail as the cold little dead hand of a lit
tle fashionable woman.”
"Wake up the church, preachers, if you
have to lick an old deacon every Sunday
morning. For every deacon you throw*
through the window 3,000 people will
come to hear you.”
“The man who does nothing is a vaga
bond, whether he is worth one cent or a
million!”
“The old Irishman Succeeded by doing"* -
without the things he was obliged to
have.”
“I would rather have a good wife and
six children than a fashionable woman,
a canary bird and a million dollars.”
“Some men are so afraid to be hogs that
they are hogs.”
“The fellow with a home of his own
has the best panoply for war along the
bread and meat line.” ♦
"Dutch bonnets remind me of owl’s
ears.”
“1 wouldn’t pile up money for my chil
dren. If they deserve money thev won’t
need it, and if they are no account they
don’t deserve it.”
“They take shotguns to niggers down
south because it is the cheapest. In In
diana they use silver; in Mississippi they
use lead.”
"Hit one saloon man and you hit fell
of them. Hit one preacher and the rest
say: * ‘Go it! Hit him again!’ ”
“Ole Brother Nuthin’ goin’ nowhere,
Ole Slater Nuthin’ goin’ nowhere. And
all the little Nuthinfe’ loping along. Mvl
my! my! God can’t crown nuthin’ ”
“The man who has a different talk for
different places is a humbug.”
“Ever see the little ‘Didn’t go to do its?”
“My brother, do something, even if you
have to lick a man to get into the pa
pers. Do something.”
HIS OLD TRICKS.
The Farmer’s Horse Hadn’t Forgot
ten His Town Ways. .
*
From the Macon Telegraph.
He was an old gray horse, with big
frame. He had evidently seen better days,
but he is now but an old horse. Who cared
what his history might be, so long as he
drew a big bale of cotton to town on Sat
urday after plowing hard all through tha .
week? '
He stood by his little wagon in front
of the market house the other day. He was
drowsily munching a little cqrn and fod
der, which he haa hauled along with the
chickens and eggs from the farm near
Macon.
The truck house is only a few yards from
the market house. The new engine houso
is also close at hand. Suddenly a fire lamj
was sent in. The firemen rushed to their
places, anti the sleek round horses of the
department jumped f:o their positions at
the poles.
Old Gray of the country wagon, threw
up his head, whinned and then began to
tremble. He looked younger than he had in
years. Passersby noticed him slightly, and
supposed it was just a country horse
frightened at the noise of the town.
But in less time than it takes to tell it.
Old Gray made up his mind, swung back
on the lines that held him to his little
country wagon. They snapped, and the
horse was loose in the street. The farm
er saw it, and ran to catch the excited
animal. But the farmer was too late. Old
Gray rushed for the truck house and
into the doorway, in spite of the efforts
of the truckmen to clear the way. As he
sidled up to the horse on the left of the
tongue, the truck horses were signaled
and they rushed with their load of hooks
and ladders out of the building. Old
Gray stood still a moment, as if patient
ly wafting for something, paying no
attention to the man who was trying to
drive him out of the house—Old Gray
was long since accustomed to the lash.
The truck horses were running down the
street at full tilt. In a moment or two
after they had cleared the door. Old Gray
ran out after them. He was too old and
stiff. He couldn’t catch up, and the
farmer’s crowd soon headed him off and
led him back to the country wagon.
Old Gray had once been a fire depart
ment horse himself. The fire bell sound
ed like familiar voices in a strange land.
The old gray horse had no more appetite
that day. He was aroused from his rev
erie only when the farmer came to drive
him home.
—Cruelty.—“Oh, dear.” sobbed Mrs.
Hunnimune. “I knew it would come to
this, but I didn’t expect it so soon.”
“Has your husband been mistreating
you?” asked her visitor solemnly.
"Y-yes,” she sobbed. “He says I want
my own way all the time.” *
“And won't he let you have it?”
“That's the worst of it. He says that
he doesn’t care if I have my own w—way
all the time; b—hut that I won’t make up
my mind w—what it is.”—Washington
Star.