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CASE FIELDSJN THE SKY.
A Visit to the Highest Sugar Planta
tion in the World.
■Wher® the Mountain Peak Is Continu
ally Catching Clouds and the Clouds
Are Everlastingly Making Showers.
A Planter’s Doubts About the
Brooklyn Bridge.
Frbm the New York Sun.
••Perhaps you never saw a mountain
ca tchißg clouds?” said the young botan
ist who. a few dajs ago, described his
visit to Montserrat and Kedonda. “I
have often noticed it in my mountain
rambles, but never did I see it done to
such perfection as it is done by the great
c ountain peak of St. Kitts. Few moun
tains nave as good a chance, because they
generally have so much land around them,
but the mountain of St. Kitts rises right
up out of the sea till its peak is 5.000 feet
in the air. and it spends its entire time
catching clouds. Sometimes it catches so
many that it becomes dangerous. It got
its name, Mount Misery, by catching'such
a quantity one day years ago that the
water came pouring down the slope and
drowned half the inhabitants of the town
at its base.
• It is a very curious thing to watch the
clouds gather and see them huddle close
about the peak until they reach the pre
cipitation point, and then drop their water
all over the island. I had to wait several
days before I saw the tiptop of the moun
tain at all, there are always so many
clouds around it. But at length I caught
it. aud then had a chance to see the whole
process from the beginning. You must
understand that the whole island of St.
Kitts is Just.one mountain, with sloping
sides. A little dark cloud came sailing
along, and when it reached the moun
tain's peak it stuck there and could not
go any further. Then came another and
another, and the thicker they became the
blacker they grew. But the people paid
r,o attention to it for a while. They are
so used to it that they can tell to a nicety
when the clouds are thick enough to dis
gorge and give them a shower. Presently
a very large white cloud headed straight
for the peak. The sun was shining
bright in the east, but I saw the people
hurrying along as thongh they expected a
storm. The man I was with said to me:
•• Here, we will go in this store till the
shower is over.’
‘Shower!’ said I, ‘why the sun is shin
ing.’
"Nevertheless, we went into the shop,
and in less than a minute the cloud was
caught by the mountain. The front part
of it stopped at once, and I could see the
rest of it banking itself up in hills against
the mountrain. It turned black as the
mass thickened, aud our daylight was
nearly shut out, though on the sea the sun
was still shining as bright as ever. There
was no thunder, no wind, no warning at
all except the darkness. Then the rain
came. To say that it was the hardest
shower 1 ever saw is to draw it Very
mildly. There seemed to be just one
continuous stream of water coming
down. It lasted less then ten minutes,
but in that time the dry gutters
w’ere turned into rushing streams, and
every little rivulet became a torrent.
Then tho sun shone again, and the black
ness was gone out of the clouds around
the mountain peak. Enough clouds were
still left about the peak to hide it from
view, but they were white clouds. And
in five minutes more the peak was catch
ing more clouds, preparing for another
shower.
“You may think that this was nothing
wonderful: but you must remember that
this same thing is going on every day.
sometimes twenty times a day. and that
these showers are in addition to the regu
lar rain storms that come to St. Kitts as
well as to other places. This is the se
cret of the wonderful greenness and fer
tertility of the island. These showers
make it possible for the inhabitants to
cultivate the land as high uu the moun
tain side as they can climb, and to keep
it looking, from the sea, like a vast green
lawn. The green you see is not grass,
but sugar cane. St. Kitts grows nothing
else.
‘‘The people are always more interest
ing than the scenery: let me tell you
something about the people of St. Kitts.
It is an English colony, of course you
know, with the usual West Indian pre
ponderance of negroes. But it has
more working white men than most of
the islands, because a great many Portu
guese have emigrated to it. I was begin
ning to think that white men could not
do hard labor in that climate, but the
Portuguese in St. Kitts taught me better.
They work at anything that offers, save
their money, and often grow rich on
plantations that have driven the more
aristocratic Enclish settlers to poverty.
The first white lady I met in
St. Kitts was the daughter of
one of these Portuguese im
migrants and the wife of a prominent na
tive merchant. Her father went to St.
Kitts a generation ago with nothing but
the clothes he wore, and found work on
one of the large plantations—work in the
fields with the negroes. He not! ed that
a great many colored people parsed the
place every day on their way to town after
provisions, and qt the end of the first
month he invested his wages in a barrel
of flour. He set up a little shanty shop
by the road side, and sold his flour at a
profit Soon he had two barrels, and then
other things, and his shop grew and he
made money. In a few years he had such
littie shops all over the island, and a big
wholesale store in Basse Terre, the capi
ta' He is now by long odds the richest
man in St. Kitts; so rich that when a few
years ago his first employer was in need
of money and went to .him he said to the
planter: T will give you £50,000 in gold
for your plantation and when the offer
was accepted and the deeds drawn he
or.ened his safe and counted out the money.
AH the Portuguese in St. Kitts have not
done as well as this, but they are the
money-makers of the island.
“Basse Terre, the capital of the island,
is eDouch to give one the blues. What do
.vou think of a town of 8.000 inhabitants
without a hotel in it! There is no hotel
because there is no business for one. and
•a stranger has to inquire for the one
boardinghouse. The only thing of inter
est in the town is the pub ie gardeD,
around which are grouped some respecta
ble buildings; but most of the houses are
mere shanties, still bearing evidences of
Pic hurricane that racked them several
years ago.
By the way, there is one more inter
esting thing in Basse Teore that 1 must
not overlook. This is the newsboys. There
scares of them, all small, barefoot
black boys, and they carry the sheets
hung over one arm as they run about the
streets with a cry that sounds like
i ass-wa Bwa!’ But do not think that
newspapers are hawked about the streets
ot sleepy old Basse Terre. The sheets the
boys carry are sheets of bread, for I can
not call them loaves. They aro
made of c assava, and they are very good
• ating when you can manage to forget
Piat they have been slung over a uer
i-wring little darkey's bare arm. The
cassava reminded me of Robinson Cru
island. Tobago, which is not far
irom St. Kitt’s. Cassava is a great tuber
►oinething like the potato, but much
larger, and hard and white. The colored
women grind it into flour and make
read dough, which they roll out as thin
us pasteboard, and baked it on hot stones
in sheets about twice the size of a sheet
ot foolscap paper.
“When I drove out into the country in
search of a stopping place 1 found the
same excellent roads as they have in Ja
maica. hard as a rock and smooth as a
c°cr. running frequently over immensely
solid arched stone bridges. I did not have
to ask why the bridges were made so
strong, for I had seen some of the moun
tain streams swell into torrents after a
f<?w minutes* shower. We were hardly
out before the colored driver stopped his
norses and got out aud began to roll
down the curtains.
“ ’What's the matter?’ 1 asked him.
“ ’Shower cornin', boss.’ he replied; and
the curtains were hardly fastened down
before it came. I had not noticed the
blackness of the clouds about the moun
tain peak, but the boy had been accus
tomed all his life to watching for such
things. It was only a gentle shower for
St. Kitts, about such a gentle shower as
we should call a cloudburst at home, and
fastening down the curtains, I found was
merely a matter of form, for the top of
the carnage was like a seive, and in a
minute or less I was drenched from head
to foot. But in a few minutes more the
sun was shining again.
“The negroes who were at work in the
corn-fields. I noticed, paid no attention to
the frequent showers, but kept on with
their work. The rain could not hurt
their clothes, which were often coflee
sacks, and in some cases did not reach
above the waist, These field laborers
work always in gangs, digging holes
with heavy hoes, in which the young cane
shoots are planted. They never let the
carriage pass without stopping long
enough to take off their hats and give us
a Mawnin,’ boss.’ The people we passed
in the road were just the same. There
were hundreds of them on their way to
town witn trays of produce on their
heads, and every one gave us a bow and a
‘Mawnin, boss 1”
“About a mile ahead of us. and off to
the right, there loomed up a great cliff of
rock that the driver said was 2,000 feet
high, and I thihk he was right. The wall
was just bare rock, and the top was com
paratively level. It was high enough, at
any rate, to make a man’s neck ache to
look up at the top of it. Indeed, m.v neck
ached half the time while I was in the
West Indies from looking up at the im
mensely tall palms. While I was looking
at this mountain on a mountain a man
appeared at the very edge of the summit
with a pair of horses and a plow. Evi
dently he was plowing the ground 2,000
feet up there in the air, and as he turned
! he and his horses were so near the edge it
gave me a start. At that distance they
j looked like liliputian horses with a speck
of a driver.
“ ‘What is that fellow doing up there?’
I asked the driver.
"’He plowin’, sah.’was the answer.
‘Dat a cane field up dere. Dey say dat’s
de highest sugah plantation in de world,
sah.’
“'Then that’s where we are going,’l
told him, ‘if there's any way to drive up.
What a view they must have'; and what a
chance to break their necks!’
“ 'Easy ’nuff to drive up by goin’ ‘round
sah.’ the driver said dubiously; ‘but 1
don’ believe you wants to stay up dere,
sah.'
“ 'Why not?’ I asked. There was some
thing in the man's manner that made me
j suspicious. ‘Would they murder me up
there, or rob me!’
“The boy roared with laughter at this.
‘Oh, no, sah,’ he said. ‘ ’Taint never no
body murdered on dis islan’. An’ nobody
wouldn’t rob you. But de man, he -he—
Well, boss. I don’ t’ink you wants to stay
up dere, sah.’
“I insisted upon knowing why not. and
at length the boy said, with many shakes
of his head ana shrugs of his shoulders,
•Well. sah. de planter, he is not one of de
! gemmae planters, sail. He is a common
I sort o’ man, sah.’
I “This was a small objection in the eyes
| of a traveler who was looking for botani
| cal specimens rather than for society, and
the horses’ heads were turned toward the
highest sugar plantation in the world; or
rather, they were turned toward the
road leading to that place, for the route
was a roundabout one. taking us com
pletely around the great hill and grad
ually up the further side.
“I do not see how any words—certainly
any-words of mine—could do justice to
jhe scene from the top of that mountain.
We were, as I learned afterward, more
than 3.U00 feet above the sea. The town
of Basse Terre seemed to lie at our feet.
Vessels, looking like toy yachts, dotted
the ocean; and in the distance lay An
tigua, Montserrat, Redonda, Nevis and
several other islands. Immediately over
our heads, like a dark roof, were the som
her clouds that clung ever to the peak of
Mount Misery, nearly 2,000 feet above us.
Before we had been on the plateau ten
minutes the clouds increased to such an
extent that they came down and sur
rounded us. then broke into rain and dis
appeared. In front of as was the planta
tion House; a low building of stone, look
ing very strong, as it had need to be at
that elevation, but without any preten
sions to beauty.
“As we drove up to the house there
came out to meet us a light-brown colored
boy of perhaps 15, in a distinctively West
India costume. It had once been a shirt,
the sole garment that he wore, and in its
belter days it had perhaps saved him
from entire nudity, but hardly that much
could be said of it when I saw it. It had
gradually givon way in all quarters, and
so many tears extended from the hem to
the collar that, with the sleeves com
pletely gone, it seemed more like a circlet
of fringe surrounding his plump body.
The high wind blew this fringe in all di*
reetions without disturbing the boy’s
equanimity in the least. In reply to my
questions he summoned the mistress of
the house by calling:
“■MissM’ria! MissM’ria!’
“Miss M’ria, the planter’s wife, proved
to be a very comely woman, with a fair
skin, but with the hair aDd features
which showed unmistakably that she
had, as they say in the West Indies, a
touch of the tar stick.’ When I made
known my errand she welcomed me to the
little House with great hospitality, adding
that her husband was at work in the
fields, and that she knew he would be
glad to receive me as a guest, though he
certainly w ould accept no pay for my en
tertainment.
“ This was a clear case of West Indian
hospitality, for it did not need a second
glance at the interior of the house to see
that the family were extremely poor and
working hard for a competence. The
furniture was as nearly nothing as possi
ble. the beds were hammocks, and the
children, of whom there were a large
number of assorted sues and colors, were
dressed to match the boy 1 had first seen.
As supper time approached ‘Miss M’ria’
ground the corn as I had seen it ground in
the Jamaica cabins, baked it in the ashes
and made other preparations for the meal
under a big tree at the back of the house.
The planter, when he came in from his
work, was as agreeable as his wife had
been. He was a pure white man, with
more ambition than most of his fellows
and not actually poor, for he had recently
bought the plantation; but he had a
struggle before him to establish himself
comfortably upon it, and he and his wife
were working to that end. It was a lux
ury, a welcome reminder of home to meet
once more a white man who was not too
proud or too lazy to work.
“That evening, as we sat In tho front
room with a candle to give us light, the
planter went out for a moment and came
back with a well-worn copy of an Ameri
can illustrated newspaper in his-hand.
•• ‘l’ve often wanted to sec an American
to ask him about these things,’ lie said.
•I don’t have much chance to talk to
Americans. I’d just liko to have you tell
me whether its true that there’s such
things as this in your country.-’
“As he spoke be •pened the paper at a
big double-page illustration of the Brook
lyn bridge and handed it to me. 1 as
sured him that it was a very correct pic
ture of the great bridge,, Abd told him
that 1 had crossed it thousands of times.
Then he turned over several pages and
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY. SEPTEMBER 16. 1894.
showed me pictures of some of the tall
New York office buildings.
“ -Do you have houses like that in your
country?' he asked
•1 could only give him an affirmative
answer and he sat for some time nodding
his head.
“Well,’ he said, after a pause. ‘l’ve
never been off this island, and we don’t
have no such things here And I wasn't
a going to believe there was such things
anywhere till I'd made inquiries. It
must be a very rich country ’
“He had studied the picture of the
bridge so often and so caiefully that he
was familiar with all the minute points
Where were all the people going to, he
asked : and the cars, did cars run overthe
bridge’ Steam cars’ And how does steam
make the cars go? And do those people
(he was wonderfully interested in the
crowds of people on the bridge), do those
people live in one city and have their
business in another? Well, well,
well! A thousand questions he
asked me, just such as a young boy
might ask; and it was late in the evening
i before [ had explained every little detail
of the pictures to his satisfaction. We
who are so used to seeing them have lit
tle idea of the interest an isolated man
can take in a few newspaper pictures.
“When 1 went to bed that night a soli
tary light was visible from my window.
; It was on the island of Nevis, six miles
across the water from St. Kitts. Nevis
is one of those places that live in the
past. Strangers seldom hear of it. much
less visit it now; but a hundred years
ago there stood upon it the finest w inter
resort hotel in the western hemisphere.
On that little island Alexander Hamilton
was born; and there, more than a cen
tury ago, the great Nelson was married.”
THE WOMAN OF FASHION.
Autnmn Styles in Materials and Cos
tumes.
The Cut of the Fall Gown—Satine Ef
fects in All Dress Goods and Flat
Effects in ETrimmings—Some! New
Models—Gowns for Autumn Climb
ers.
(Copyright.)
New York, Sept. 15.—Time was when
we jumped from one fashion into another.
No stately, graceful merging, if you
please, but a flying leap that scarcely be
fitted high dames of fashion. From an
ungainly obtrusion termed by courtesy,
“bustle,” we sank into fiatbacks and
directory fronts. Then we as suddenly
swept long trains through the dust, and
tightened skirts and bodices. From that
we jumped to an alarming creation on
each shoulder, and an equally high one
Novelties From Paris.
about the neck. From clinging skirts the
most marked departure was a widely
flaring one; and behold! that came next.
After a while ideas failed us, and we be
gan to modify bit by bit, degree by de
gree. Shoulder puffs fell a little, so did
collars. Skirts gathered themselves to
gether somewhat, particularly about the
hips. Revers grew less aggressive, and
womanhood began to take on something
of the semblance of woman.
Now everything moves slowly.
Worth is undecided. So is all Paris.
No one ventures on a radical departure,
no one is very sure what will come next.
Someone whispers, skirts will flare a
little more. Another, sleeve puffs will be
bigger; and so on. But no one steps forth
with anew fashion, or the revival of an
old one. Perhaps it is because so many
futile attempts have been made these
past few seasons. Both the hoopskirt
and the draped skirt were received with
scant courtesy, and neither was nour
ished and cherished by society. Or it
mav be that the creators of fashion re
gard their victims with some compla
cency. as they have appeared these
summer days, and dislike to destroy the
rather harmonious effect the present
walking costume produces.
Apart from the why and wherefore it
The Latest in Cloaks.
is a great blessing that all moves slowly.
No woman wouid rebel against gradual,
almost imperceptible changes in fashion;
and scarcely any against a freedom which
would permit any style that suited tho
lines of the ligure, be it adopted by one
woman or a thousand.
Thus far we have learned nothing
definite, instead of live, you may put
seven gores in your skirt. You may
stiffen it a little more, you may hold your
organ pleats at the back of the skirt in
place by means of rubber bands, you may
trim your skirt with narrow diagonal
bauds, you may draw it a little more
closely about the hips, and spread it more
at the feet, you may add a few more inches
to the already ample fullness of your
sleeve, home of the models from Paris
suggest trimmings both above and below
the waist line. A sort of surplice effect
on some, made with a sash : or a doublet
of velvet encircling the body, standing in
pleats, above the waist up to the bust
Then, below the belt, fiat panier effects
in long narrow points. This is a step fur
ther. it may oe, in the direction of a wid
ened waist, and the natural waist may be
the wrinkle before long.
Flat effects are observable in manv of
the trimmings. Not only are skirts
trimmed with narrow diagonal nonds. but
the seven-gored skirt has each of its
seams strapped and stitched: and of
course the coat bears the same finish.
Narrow jets, gallons and passementeries
are used ; but all are quiet and unobtru
sive. Large buttons are the only marred
feature of the trimming. They catch
revors, or fasten the double breasted
coat, or trim the flat bands on the skirt.
Apropos of fiat effects, it is to be noticed
that Worth has launched forth a directo
ry form ortwo.
The long, fiat back presents a marked
and curious contrast to our stiff organ
folds. Both bis revers sleeve puffs are
more moderate than those seen ou the
fall gown. He adds a cravat and jabot
that are almost exact reproductions of
those worn with the directoire coat.
Now that the sleeve puff is so ample,
its draping is relieved by tasteful choux
at the top.
The new fall materials, like the styles,
are rather quiet. Flat, satin effects pre
vail, or else the fleecy wool effects. Cam
el's liair promises to be a great favorite.
The designs shown are very beautiful. A
rich, soft piece is a dark green, with a
narrow stripe showing between, of dullest
old rose. Others have narrower and even
stripes of two tints of a color—dull brick,
or tan brown. These are also mixed
sages or olive browns, with big shaggy
camel’s hair spots, in black and duil
pink
A small check is formed by crossing
bars in black mohair, over a rich green
ground. A serpentine pattern is made by
a fine satiny stripe, in black, which winds
in and out over a deep brown. Then
there are indescribable, misty plaids in
chinchilla and sage tints, crossed, gener
ally, with a blue green or green blue.
These are particularly handsome in the
piece, but require a tall, slender person,
made up in costume, to carry off the big
ness.
There are many covert suitings, fine
and light, in subdued grayish olive, lily
greens, and the like, and a beautiful
lichen brown novelty, with a cord of
darker brown, for a stripe; and one more
}n darkest red. with a black line stripe,
dotted with fine gold pin-lieads.
The styles in Paris are somewhat back
waru, we are told. Very little is known
as to what the winter will bring forth,
and the models thus far received merely
suggest the few changes mentioned Two
demi season toilets, that bear a French
stamp, are quite simple. The skirt of one
has a novelty in the way of a slight slash
at each side of the front, beginning in a
point and widening out a very little as it
descends. It has also three rows of
stitching at the bottom. Its material is a
trra.vish fawn covert, with the slash show
ing dead white cloth between. The bodice
fits tightly into the waist, trimmed with
two narrow hip ruffes that show a white
silk lining. A pretty bow of white nious
seline de soie lies between the revers.
The other is a dark green, with trim
mings of handsome brown moire, heavy
brown guipure, and tiny pearl edging, in
black. The guipure forms two bands on
the skirt, edged top and bottom with the
pearls. The entire front is also of the
brown lace, while the revers which fall
over, and which produce a jaboted, jacket
effect below, are faced with the moire
and edged with the pearls. A stock
collar is also of moire.
Everybody isn’t hack yet by any means.
In fact, to be precise, some people haven't
yet started on their vacations. They are
the people who prefer the city for a sum
mer resort, and who wait there until the
cool evenings of early fall have set in.
Then you will see them gather a few
thiugs together, put them in a small bag.
and start off. These people never bother
with a trunk. Why should they! They
don’t go to a fashionable summer resort •
for these are closed. Even is
darned by them. They select a quiet,
hilly spot, and spend their days in medi
tation and long walks. No fashionable
toilets, no gay, frivolous summer girl
a i r um Ut “ , ,( ‘ n, ible, calm enjoyment
of hills and dales that brings them back
with a few months-or .years-liftod from
their brow. What such people wear is a
cloak. That is really the only important
part of the costume. Or if it isn t a
cloak, its a suit that combines cape and
all in one.
One of these is in dark, sensible gray
cheviot, w ith a skirt quite plain, except
for two curved bands of cloth, which lie
over the folds at the back of tho skirt.
Each one is caught down with three large
buttons. Over the plain bodice are two
short capes, both of the cheviot, anu
caged with narrow cloth hands. There
are ample pockets in the front of the
waist, with large laps over.
But if it is a cape, instead, it is a golf
or a long cloak. The long cloaks are
growing more popular, and may be re
vived ior street wear this winter. A
light one for traveling or climbing, is of
“poussiere.” or dust color, in thin cloth,
and has a rather long cape over, which
falls in a pretty curve at the hack, short
ens over the sleeves. and points in the
front. It has another flat cape over,
caught to simulate a hood, of tan cloth,
embroidered in a band of blsca The
caiie or hood is gathered in puffs over
the shoulders. It is somewhat intricate!
but the very latest, 1 assure you.
TRAVELING IN TUBES.
Boston’s New Elevated Trains Will
Run on a Single Rail.
The Meigs system will be used, says a
Boston dispatch in the New York Com
mercial Gazette, referring to the new “L”
road the Hub is to have. Posts will rise
about 46 feet apart along the curbiug.
These will be square, having but 18 inches
to obstruct light on the four sides. There
will be 14 feet in the clear below where
the suppporting wheels strike the track
at ail angle of 45°. Forty-two inches
above this, balance wheels, 40 inches iu
diameter, wilt run along the side of the
rail, but at right angles to its upper sur
face. This will give the appearance of a
V when the train is coming along, but
after it has passed an upright post with
two “shoulders” near the top simply the
width of an orninary track will remain.
According to Capt. Meigs light girders
will extend across from the posts. These,
he explairod, will not boas large as
shown in the cut, and would not exclude
the sun to any perceptible degree. At
the same time these girders would per
mit of four trains being run by supple
menting two extra tracks.
So much for the superstructure. Now
for the train that is to run over it. This,
as planned, is to oouslst of an ongino 29
feet in length, a tender 25 feet in length
and six curs 00 feet long, each of which
will be capable of seating 104 persons.
'The entire train in designed to be cyl
indrical in shaiKi. In explaining this,
Capt. Meigs said:
“In the first place there is a big saving
in light for property owners along tho
line. The rays will strike past
the sides of the cars and
go directly to stores and offices un
derneath. Then, there is the saving in
material and consequent cost of buildings.
Again, there is a saving of 60 per cent, of
the pressure on the track with tho wind
against the sides of the car.
■■At the same time,” said Capt. Meigs,
“we cun got an inside measurement of 9
feet 4 inches iu hight by 10 feet 4 inches
in width. When the big rounding plat
forms that will permit the entire car to
be emptied in twenty-five seconds are
taken into consideration, tho benefits of
cylindrical cars will be appreciated.”
Besides the regular windows there will
be a line of 'skylights” with curtains to
keep out tho sun. These will furnish
light to the center row of seals that will
have a serpentine line of backs or, in other
words, will he arranged on the tete-a-tete
plan. The other seats will run tho length
of tho cars, instead of crosswise.
Iu speaking of the power to run his
trains, Capt. ivleigs said: “The trains can
be run by compound air or by electricity,
but on my road they will be run by steam.
My locomotives are all incased in cars,
and there will be little noise and no dust
or dirt.”
In brief, the Meigs plan contemplates
errs of the same shape as the tank cars
that are familiar to every one who rides
on railways. These will run on a single
rail by means of wheels resting on a lever
projecting from the superstructure.
Her Love Letter Came Back.
From the Philadelphia Press.
Columbia, Sept. 6.—ln September, 1862,
on the battlefield of South Mountain, Md.,
John Tyler of Company B, Forty-fifth
regiment. P. V. V.. took from the pocket
of a dead rebel soldier a love letter dated
July 3, 1802, written to tho latte>' by his
affianced, who then lived in Richmond
county, North Carolina, and who signed
herself “Kale.” It inclosed a lock of her
hair. Mr. Tyler carefully preserved the
letter, and has long been trying to find
the writer. A copy of it was recently
sent to tho governor of North Carolina,
who caused it to be published in the local
papers. This found the writer, “Kate,”
who is now a widow, and lives at River
ton, N. C.. and who has written to Mr.
Tyler. To-day the latter returned the
long-lost letter and lock of hail' by mail to
the address of Mrs. A. C. McNeill, River
ton, N. C.
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