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I SNAKE EATER WAS MAD |
I AND GOT QUICK REVENGE I
What hundreds of missionaries have de
voted years of their lives to doing, and
numbers of them have never succeeded—
that is. converting wild and savage mem
bers of the supposedly untamable tribes—
has been accomplished by an Atlanta po
liceman within two minutes when Bosco.
t»«c wonderful wild Australian snake eat
er. was converted a savago from
the wilds of Britain's most Isolated isle
into an American with a control of the
English language that cannot be sur
passed by anyone, not even a bowery
epleler. Since the opening of the Inter
state fair. Bosco, the wonderful wild man
frem Australia, has been devouring
snakes with wonderful rapidity in a small
canvass covered den in the midway
•where he could be watched with interest
by any and everyone who was willing to
purchase tickets to this wonderful per
formance at the rate of 10 cents each.
Thursday night a well known theatri
cal manager, and a friend from out of the
city, visited the den and began teasing
Bosco by .snaking the canvass, throwing
small bits of trash at him and calling
him names. Bosco stood the gibes of the
visitors with patience until his snakes
tired of tbo performance and began writh
ing and twisting about in their tempora
ry home. Bosco, fearing a stampede
among the reptiles, brought a sudden end
to the teasing by selecting a large king
snake and throwing it at the torment
ors.
■ The snake coiled around the neck of one
)>arty and an arm of the other and in an
instant there was a stampede from the
•ide show. One called for a mad stone
and antidotes, while the other called for
a police officer. Patrolman Reed was near
and when the matter was explained he
made a case of disorderly conduct against
Bosco and for the time being the'snakes
had a rest.
Bosco, when taken to police headquar
ters in the fair grounds, suddenly com
menced a wonderful transformation scene.
First a heavy wig of long black hair was
removed and next the red paint covering
the face, hands and arms was removed,
and what a moment before was Bosco,
the snake eater from the wilds of Aus
tralia, suddenly became L. C. Hopper, a
weli-appearing young American citizen,
ohout 25 years old. from New York city.
The officers were astonished at the change
and a few minutes later Bosco, or Hopper,
had received a copy of charges and was
ordered to report at recorder’s court.
Donning the wig of black hair and
painting his face and arms again. Bosco
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returned to his den and began anew the
eating of live snakes, while his manager,
profiting by the advertisement thus re
ceived. gathered a new crop of dimes from
the curious. The complainants in the
case did not appear at the show again
Thursday night.
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someTffectsof" war.
Gen. Davis Makes Report on Courts
martial.
WASHINGTON, Oct. 22.-General
George Davis, general advocate general of
the army, has submitted to the secretary
of war his annual report for the year end
ing June 3®, 1901.
It shows that during the year there
were 6,165 trials by general court martial,
being 660 less than during the preceding
year. Sixteen were trials of common of
ficers of whom ten were convicted. Os the
enlisted men tried 4.806 were regulars and
1.167 were volunteers. The report says that
the number of men sentenced to dishonor
able discharge in the regular army was
1.856, and in the volunteer army 333, mak
ing a total of 2.228.
Death sentences were imposed by court
martial tn six cases of enlisted men, four
of the cases being on conviction of deser
tion. The death sentences, except in one
case, were commuted by the president to
dishonorable discharge and imprisonment
at hard labor for life in three cases, for
seven years in one case, and for five years
in another case.
The conditions of military commissions
during the year show that 980 persons
were tried, of which number 729 were con
victed and 202 acquitted. The sentences
in 49 cases were disapproved. Murder
leads in the number of charges before
theee commissions, numbering 317. Viola
tion of the laws and usages of war fol
lows with 157 cases, while the charge of
robbery comes next with 106 cases.
General Davis says that death sentences
were imposed by military commissions in
about 242 cases, nearly all were natives
of the Philippine islands, on a conviction
of more serious crimes, and the sentences
were commuted to imprisonment for terms
varying from 15 years to life imprison
ment. while in a few instances the sen
tences were commuted to imprisonment
for from five to ten years, and in a few
other cases the sentences were disap
proved or set aside.
LIVESTOCK ON~E)THIBiTION.
KANSAS CITY. Oct. 22,-Kansas City’s
big annual fancy stock show opened at
the stock yards pavilion yesterday with a
great array of prixe winning short horns,
Herefords and Galloways from various
I part* of the country. There arc close to
i 1.000 entries and tue show is easily one of
I the best ever held in the west.
i Among the exhibitors are John S. Parks,
| Reno, Nev.; T. W. Ryan and son. Irwin,
; lowa: G. A. Lindsay, Red Cloud. Neb.;
, F. W. Wild. Ovid. Mo.; George Kennan,
I Richland. Ky.. and W. H. Curtice, Emi
; ner.ee. Ky. It is expected that the show
1 will develop into a society function that
will rival the annual horse show which
will op»n in convention tonight with over
•«0 animal* on exhibit. The second annual
show of the American Angora Goat asso
ciation wl.t also be in progress during the
week. Already several car loads of guats
have arrived from New Mexico, Texas,
and the southern states.
A Wisconsin tnan swallowed a sliver
dollar the other day. And now he is a
dollar in and a dollar out.
THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1901.
The Misfit Who Lost His Ticket
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BY GEORGE ADE.
Copyright, 1901, by Robert Howard Russell.
Once there was a Social Fizzle nam
ed Homer Splivens. He was the damp
est Fire-Cracker that ever tried to Pop
An a Public Place.
His Parents had spent S6OO on him so
that he might know how to enter a
Ball-Room. At the age of 26 he could
not Enter without walking on several
Ladies.
Among the Town Boys he was re-
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garded aa a hot Patsy, but the Girls
looked upon him as a fair-haired Rollo
who was too Simple and Bashful to be
real Interesting. At a Stag Party he
was a James Dandy, but when he
found himself in his Merry Make-Up
and surrounded by the Elite, he sim
mered down and became a mere Chair-
Warmer and Coffee-Cooler.
Homer was what the Horsemen call a
Bad Actor. In the early morning Prac
tice he could do a Quarter in 29. but
when he had to Pace with a Bunch he
struck a foolish Side-Motion and ran
into the Fence.
When he was among the Fellows he
opened up like a Morning-Glory. He
told Stories and said Sarcastic Things
about Married People he knew r and
made up Verses. The Young Men would
repeat these Bright Observations to
the Girls and tell them how witty and
entertaining old ' Slivey was. So the
next time Homer showed up, the viva
cious little Kittens would form a Semi-
Circle in front of him and say, “Oh,
Mr. Splivens, do tell us a Story or else
make one of your killing Jokes.”
Then Homer would flush up and try to
swallow his Palate. He would flatten
out like a dying Welsh Rabbit and
make a few choking Sounds, but there
would be nothing doing in the Story
Line.
After a Painful Pause the Girls would
quit him cold. During the remainder of
the Evening, Homer would sit back in
a dark Corner of the Gentleman's
Dressing Room, thinking up the Reply
he might have made but did not.
In the meantime the Girls would be
giving him the Giggle and saying he
was the woosiest ever. If they met
him late in the Evening each one gave
him some Cutting Remark about hav
ing a Nice Time. If they had been Men
he could have Come Back In grand
style, but when any little blue-eyed
Elsie ran up and jabbed a Harpoon
Into his quivering Bosom, he simply
groaned and turned his Face to the
Wall.
What made it so hitter for Homer
was that in his Heart of Hearts he
wanted to be a Butterfly. Frequently
he would say, “Some Boys can Fly
and why can’t I?’’
At many an Evening Party he would
conceal himself behind the Bass Violin
and watch the frivolous Capers of the
Charley Freshes and wonder how they
did it. He would listen to the merry
Babble and wish that he could butt In
and Talk all Evening without having
anything to Say. Sometimes he would
overhear the Conversation that was
causing all the Girls to double up and
have Duck Fits. Then the Cold Sweat
would gather in large Beads on his
Forehead. The Talk was a Cross be
tween the innocent Prattle of Child
hood and the maniacal Maunderings of
the Incurable Ward at Bloomingdale.
“Oh.” thought Homer. “If only I
could mislay my Mind some evening
and get out and deal that kind of pink
Persiflage. I would be as Popular as
any of these Willing Performers.”
Homer fell in Love at long range with
a girl named Lucy Livingstone. Lucy
was a Prize Pansy who never passed in
Algebra, but she was a talker from
Conversationville. Homer never told
his Love, but let Concealment, like a
Green Worm, feed on his essential Or
gans. He would compose a Honeyed
Speech with which to greet his would
be Dulciana, but when he met her at
the Corner of Fifth and Main he would
lift his Hat with the wrong Hand and
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gurgle a few words of stereotyped Pif
fle and back into a Lamp Post.
Oh, but he was a naughty Lover!
When it came time for him to go into
Action, his Ammunition was always
wet. And even when he Fired he
never got the Range. He would Loop
a few Loops and dodge into a Cigar
Store.
What made him so Sore was that
some Handsome Harry with Vaseline
on his Hair and not more than two
Ounces of Cerebeelum could saunter
up to the Heart’s Idol and tap her on
the Back and call her “Luce.” And
what was ten times worse, she seemed
to like it. He saw himself done up
forty ways from the Jack by many a
He-Pelican who could not command
$' a week in the Open Market.
When he met her he addressed her
as MiM Livingstone. The other Fellow
called her “Sis” and linked Arms with
her.
Whenever a Rival blocked him off,
Homer stood around on one Foot for
a while, waiting for an Opening, and
then he did a soft-shoe Sneak and
swore that he would Forget her.
He told himself that he was a Chump
for continuing to Worship one who
could be pawed over and man
handled by anything that wore a Der
by Hat.
But H. Splivens was Hard Hit. The
more he tried to Sponge her Likeness
from the Blackboard of his Memory
the oftener he thought of her. He
yearned to monopolize the Affection
which seemed to be On Tap for any
one who cared to step up and turn the
Spigot.
He told himself that Faint Heart
never won out Fair Lady. From all
he could gather the Society Tid-Bit
preferred the Gaily Boy to the one who
sat on the other side of the Room and
talked about the New Books.
Mr. Splivens decided to turn over a
New Leaf. He saw that his only
Chance was to jump in and make a
Bold Play. His telepathic Tactics had
not made the slightest Impression on
Lucy. The Silent System was no good.
“The next time I get a chance to
Lead, I will give her a Glad Surprise.”
he said to himself. "I will convince
the Little Lady that I am not made of
Wood. I can be just as Loving as the
next one if my Nerve holds out.”
So he went to a Dance and there
was Lucy, looking very Cute and Co
quettish and hemmed in by the usual
Gang of Third-Raters. Mr. Splivens
was about to Buck the Line and make
a hard Tackle, but he suddenly real
ised that he was not in Condition.
What he needed was a little Dutch
Courage. Accordingly he slipped out
and stowed away live Santiago Sours,
so-called because they leave you
wrecked on the Beach. He came back
a trifle Squiffy and all Set. Homer
was ready to be as Friendly and Fa
miliar as any Girl could possibly
wish. He laid Hands on the surprised
Lucy and led her to the dim Conser
•vatory.
‘This is where my Stock takers a
Leap of 20 Points,” he said to him
self, as he led her to a Rustic Bench
beneath a Lemon Tree.
He fixed a Burning Gaze on her and
carelessly wrapped an Arm about her
supple Waist.
‘Old Girl, you are all right,” he said.*
With a piercing Shriek, she hurled
him among the Cacti and declared that
she had been Insulted.
“Why do you discriminate against
me?” he asked in a hurt Tone.
“I always supposed you were a Gen
tleman,” she said, freezlngly.
“I have been up to date and proba-
Bl
bly that is why my work Is so Coarse,”
,ie replied. “Was I too Sudden?” ,
“Wretch!” she exclaimed and swept
back into the Ball Room.
For three Days after that her Broth
er was looking for Mr< Splivens with a
Gun. f
MORAL: It has to be done in just a
certain Way. ■
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A DISTRESSING dcCUR~RENCE.
Death of Horse Marred Sport In Satur
day’s Races.
The most deplorable accident which has
ever happened on an Atlanta track oc
curred Saturday afternoon in the third
heat of the first race. Neale, a brown
horse, which was known by nearly every
horseman in the country, had the ten
dons of both his front legs to give way
as the alleged effect of what is called
“nerving.”
It was ascertained at once that there
was no hope for the horse and calls to
shoot the animal where It lay in the
home stretch were heard from all sides.
The police, however, refused to shoot the
horse until they received authority from
the owner. This was obtained. Then
they said a veterinary surgeon would
have to say kill It. Dr. Klnkley, the
track veterinarian, said kill, and then a
third time they refused to kill it, claiming
that the judges’ consent had to be obtain
ed. The police still hesitated and the
fine, mettlesome race horse walked 100
yards on his ankles before Dr. Hinkley
could get a pistol to put the animal out of
pain.
The bones of the horse’s ankles broke
through the skin on this long, staggering
walk, and every muscle in his body quiv
ered from the intense pain it suffered.
Men who have followed the turf for
years and who have seen hundreds of ac
cidents said that beyond a doubt it was
the most dreadful sight they had ever
seen. ,
Another thing in connection with the
horse which called forth Indignation from
the people was the arresting of Jockey
Brewer for begging the policemen to kill
the horse.
If there Is anything a horseman loves
It is his horse, and tears were to be seen
In the eyes of Brewer as he repeatedly
begged the police to kill the animal he
loved. One of the officers arrested the boy
for begging that the horse be killed. A
charge of drunk and disorderly was made
against him. but the bystanders state that
he was perfectly sober.
Brewer Case is Dismissed.
Because officers at the fair grounds
would not shoot and kill Neale, a trotting
horse that fell and broke both forelegs
Saturday afternoon, Robert B. Brewer, a
jockey, who has followed races all his
life, cried, pleaded, begged and finally
cursed the officers and was locked up on
the Charge of being drunk and disorderly.
The a:rest was made by Patroiman Shep
pard. who stated In court yesterday
that he did not think Brewer would have
acted in a disorderly manner had not the
accident occurred.
“He cried like a baby, judge,” said the
officer "when he learned that the horse
was hurt, in fact all of the horsemen
around were affected and cried. He didn’t
do much and there were no ladies around
to hear his curses, so I would like *you
to deal with him as easy as possible.”
Brewer stated that he had known the
animal for years and loved her.
“I am a great admirer of dumb ani
mals,” stated the jockey, “and hate to see
one of them suffer. The officers made the
horse walk at least 50 yards on her broken
stumps, and this made me mad and I
probably said more than I would have
had I not been angry and sorry for the
horse.”
“I don’t blame you for your tears,”
stated Acting Recorder Grady. “In fact,
I think them commendable, and as I was
present and did not hear your cursing It
could not have amounted to much, and I
will dismiss the case.”
CASTOR IA
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Ilgzxataro of
QUAINT SAM HOUSTON.
Recollections of Galusha A. Grow, in the
Saturday Post.
General Sam Houston, of Texas, was
the most picturesque figure in the senate
during my first years of service at the
capitol. Like Benton, he was very fond
of young men, and soon came to count
me as “one of the boys.” Only those who
were youngsters In the forties can realize
the interest people felt in Houston in the
days when his part In the struggle for
the Independence of Texas was still fresh
in the public mind. Visitors to the senate
chamber Invariably asked to have him
pointed out to them, and they were never
disappointed In their hero, for he was
large of frame, of stately carriage and
dignified demeanor and had a lionlike
countenance.
Always unconventional in dress, he
would how and then appear at tne capitol
wearing a vast and showy sombrero and
a Mexican blanket, a sort of ornamental
bed quilt with a slit In the middle,
through which the wearer’s head was
thrust, leaving the blanket to hang In
folds around the body. His principal em
ployment In the senate was whittling pine
sticks, of which he seemed to have an
unlimited supply. It was only at rare in
tervals that he broke silence, but when he
did speak he always proved himself ca
pable of contributing his quota of sound
and patriotic advice to the deliberations
of the senate.
• No passage in Houston’s career was
nobler than the heroic stand against dis
union which marked its close, while of his
kindness of nature and helpfulness to
those in distress one could recall stories
sufficient to fill a volume.
Near Quincy, 111., there was a stretch
of country known as the “Indian tract,”
to which Houston held title, a fact many
of the settlers thereon, a careless pioneer
brood, failed to search out. One of them
called upon William A. Richardson, long
a member of the house from the Quincy
district and subsequently a senator from
his state, confided to him that he had
inadvertently settled upon 160 acres of
Houston’s land, and that all he was worm
stood in improvements on it. He wanted
Richardson to see Houston and make the
best terms that he could. Richardson, up
on his return to Washington, told Hous
ton the story and asked what he would
take for a quitclaim deed to the 160 acres.
“What sort of a man is this constituent
of yours who has blundered upon my
land?” asked Houston.
“A good, square, honest man,” was the
reply.
“When I turn him off my land I reckon
he and his family will be beggars?”
Richardson nodded.
“What’s this farm worth now?” asked
Houston.
“Improvements and all, about $6,000,”
was the response.
“What was the bare place worth when
you fellows went on it?” queried Houston.
"About $5 an acre; SBOO in all,” answered
Richardson.
“Good fellow, this man of yours, Rich
ardson?” This after a moment’s thought.
“Best In the world.” said Richardson.
“Tell him to send me SBOO and I’ll make
him a deed.”
In due time the SBOO reached Washington
in the shape of a New York draft. Rich
ardson sought Houston, who, having ex
ecuted a deed, took the draft and in
dorsed it.
“You say this man of yours is a good
fellow?” he asked, thoughtfully.
“Couldn’t be a better one,” was the em
phatic answer. ,
“Send him back this draft and tell him
Sam Houston has changed his mind.
What can you buy a good saddle horse
for in that country?” He was told that
S2OO would do it. “Well, then,” said
Houston, “write to your friend and tell
him to buy a first class saddle horse,
about four years old, and keep him for
me. When congress adjourns I will go
home with you and ride the horse down
to Texas.”
Without delay the man in Illinois re
ceived back the draft and bought a saddle
horse, the best he could find. Just before
adjournment Houston sought Richardson.
“You say the fellow who’s got my horse
is a tiptop good man?” Richardson again
declared him one of the best in his dis
trict. “Well,” said Houston, with a sigh,
V I should have liked first rate to see him
and also my horse, but as affairs turn
out I must go straight to Texas. When
you get home go over and see this man
and tell him to sell the horse and do what
he pleases with the money. And, by the
way, Richardson, I wish youd would write
and tell me if it was a good horse or
not.”
LOVED ARMY~RANKS.
SALT LAKE, Utah, Oct. 21,-Grlef over
separation from army life, with which he
had been associated for forty years and
to which he was greatly attached, is be
lieved to have been the direct cause of
suicide at Fort Douglas of August Lange,
ordinance sergeant. Lange was to have
been retired within a few days and rather
than re-enter civil life he hanged himself
in one of the buildings of the fort. Lange
was sixty-one years of age.
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FROM THE CAPITAL OF OHIO.
• BY JOHN TEMPLE GRAVES.
COLUMBUS, 0.. Oct. 17, 1901.
A day in the capital of Ohio deepens
the Impression of the wonderful hold
which the late president had upon the
mind and heart of the people of his na
tive state.
It seemed to me that when a citizen
of any other commonwealth came
within these borders during the shad
owed autumn, he ought to come bear
ing in his hand a branch of laurel to
twine with the cypress of Ohio’s grief.
And when I offered here my own, sim
ply and sincerely from the platform of
the lyceum, the response that met it
was bedewed with tears. Strong men
and good women speak of him even
now with broken voices and with misty
eyes, and give evidence unfeigned that
to this people William McKinley was
something better than a statesman,
something dearer than a president.
It is marvelous how many little acts
of tactful personal klnuness the presi
dent managed to sprinkle through the
formal routine of his official life. I
have scarcely found a city in which
there were not two or three individu
als In the quieter walks of living who
were bound to him in the memory of
the “little things” that are so many
times immortal.
Take my own experience, if I may
be pardoned for presenting it:
Under the second Cleveland admin
istration Hoke Smith gave my brother
a modest position in his department of
the interior. "When the Cleveland dy
nasty retired, the times were so hard
and work, even for skilled experts, so
difficult to secure, that I sat down and
wrote a frank letter to President Mc-
Kinley, stating the circumstances, and
asked him if he would not permit my
brother to retain his position for a few
months, or as long, at least, as the
pressure of the spoils system would
allow.
I had no especial reason to antici
pate a favorable reply. I was an avow
ed Democrat, and had canvassed New
York as a Cleveland speaker In the last
campaign. My personal acquaintance
■with the president was slight. I had
met him once in Atlanta, and sat next
him once as a fellow-speaker at a New
England banquet board, and talked
wltn him easily over the walnuts and
the wine. This was all.
But within five days of my letter
there came back to me an answer in
the president’s own handwriting, say
ing:
“It gives me pleasure to evidence
my very kind regard for you in the as
surance i.»at your brother shall re
main in the department service not
only for a few months, but as long as
I may continue in office, and If his effi
ciency should justify it, I will see that
his compensation is increased.”
And I in my desk today the per
sonal note which the chief executive
sent to the head of the department
requesting the transfer and promotion.
This story may not seem on paper
a very unusual or important one. But
there are a few private citizens who
could receive such a letter from the
president of the United States and for
get it. I am not one of these. I am not
built that way.
And in my quieter way of life I have
not forgotten anywhere to be loyal to
the .spirit of that letter. On every ly
ceum to which I have been bidden
since that time I have not failed to
pay in earnest words my tribute of re
spect and confidence to the character
and motives of the statesman and the
man. In the south as in the north,
through evil and through good report,
through the storm of the Porto Ri
can tariff, as in the calm approval of
his fraternal policies, I have always
remembered the “tie of little things”
■which bound me to the man who was,
by grace of the people, twice president
of the United States, and by the grace
of God, a golden-hearted, Christian
gentleman.
But I started to speak of the Influ
ence of Mr. McKinley’s life and char
acter upon the people of Columbus and
Ohio. For twenty years he had been
the most conspicuous personality in the
great commonwealth—not always an
active figure in politics or a master of
the machine—but there has never been
a time within these two decades when
he was not a central and towering fig
ure around which circled great confi
dence and greater hopes. For whether
as the “Napoleon of protection,” in
carnating the high tariff idea of his
party or as governor of the state, or
as private citizen, there has always
been about William McKinley the in
definable, intangible quality that
seemed to attract and to inspire, and
to prophecy instinctively of greater
things to come.
And I wish to record the distinct be
lief that this strong, shining, winning
personality has mellowed not only the
thought and the character, but has
actually impressed itself upon the
manners of the people of Ohio. I have
been for ten years a yearly visitor to
the state. Coming back at long inter
vals, I am possibly more observant of
changes than a permanent resident.
Year after year I have noted the grad
ual metamorphosis of the bluff, hearty
Buckeye into softer and gentler ways,
and I do not think that I am drawing
on my imagination to any appreciable
extent when I say that, at this time,
and under the influence of recent
events, the McKinley manner spreads
like a mantle of gentleness over the
capital city and over the state.
There is nothing strained or illogical
in this belief. Great men and great
characters, as well as great events,
unconsciously influence the thought
and therefore the manner of those
about them.
No man can linger for an hour in
Philadelphia without feeling that the
spirit of William Penn broods above
the “City of Brotherly Love.” If you
stop a policeman on the streets he will
answer you with something of the old
Quaker's air of placid kindness. If
you ask a pedestrian or a business man
for Information, he will go out of his
way to give it as cheerfully as the old
fellow who stands in a wide hat on a
monument above the city hall would
have done. And Philadelphia, thanks
to William Penn, is the only city of
my acquaintance, where a traveler
with two valises, passing through a
crowded depot will alw-'.ys find soma
one to hold back the swinging doors
which in New York or Chicago would
come banging in his face.
We realize the same truth in Geor
gia. How under the old order our
young men molded the manner of their
speech and the methods of their
thought after Toombs and Hill; and
that, when Henry Grady came, a new
of rhetoric, a new style of
speech and a new and dashing manner
of oonemian type came to take the
place of the old regime.
It is so everywhere, The people Imi
tate those whom they Idealize. They
unconsciously modify their manners
and their hearts after the example of
their highest types. Many a stranger
has had kind consideration in Phila
delphia because of the human seed
sown by William Penn. Many a young
vagabond on the streets of Atlanta has
had care and a supper as a direct leg
acy of the romantic humanity that
pulsed in the heart and the wrist of
Henry Grady, and there are thousands
of people in Ohio whose lives are
changed, and whose manners are
modified, and whose very counte
nances are altered by the unconscious
Imitation of the great and noble citi
zen who has lived so highly and so
gently before his fellow men.
It is a pessimistic lie to say that “the
evil that men do lives after them
while the good is interred with their
bones.” Even Shakespearlo genius
cannot make it so. The truth is oftener
to be found in the reversal of the epi
gram.
The Influence of the great and good
survives as a glorious legacy to the
race, and the time will come when the
people of Ohio will Illustrate in their
lives an& deeds the truth as applicable
to their great departed as it is to ours,
that "being dead, he yet speaketh.”
I see that some one has shied my
friend Henry Watterson’s castor into
the political ring, or perhaps Henry
has done the shying himself.
He ought to make the gayest and
most picturesque of candidates. His
record is one of such delightful incon
sistencies that their discussion ought
to make a campaign radiant. Henry
has been for and against the new
Kentucky constitution. He has been
against Goebel, and then strongly for
Goebel. He has been against Bryan
and for Bryan, and then against Bryan
again. He has fought free silver and
then marched under its banner to de
feat. The people of Georgia also will
remember that he once declared that
the Confederate government was "real
ly offered ’ advantageous terms of end
ing the war within 60 days of the sur
render, and that he subsequently de
clared that no such terms were of
fered.
But then Henry Watterson is one of
the fortunate men whom the people
rarely hold to ms mistakes. They love
him for hfs faults, and condone his
inconsistencies.for the sake of his gen
ial qualities.
But they rarely make such men gov
ernors. and never a president has come
yet from such a mold.
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Beggars In Diamonds.
“I hard-hearted!” repeated the Broad
way jeweler, briskly. “Not a bit of It, my
boy; not a bit of it. I simply used my
eyes and saw at a glance that that wo
man was not worthy of our help.”
“Pardon me, Mr. Holmes," said the cus
tomer, with some sarcasm. “I didn't rec
ognize you without your makeup.”
“Well, I don’t lay claim to any extraor
dinary powers,” said the jeweler, ignor
ing the fling, "but I repeat I saw at a
glance that the woman who just asked for
alms was a professional fakir, or, at least,
she wasn’t in present need.”
A few minutes before the subject of this
conversation had entered the shop. She
was a medium youngish woman, not well
dressed, and yet not in bhe carried
a small baby in her arms and essayed a
story of her abject poverty, concluding
with a request for assistance. The cus
tomer was abvut to contribute, but the
jeweler had nudged him and refused the
woman’s request, whereupon she had de
parted.
“What did you notice about her?” asked
the jeweler.
“That she was apparently In distress,
and carried a helpless baby,” returned the
customer.
“The distress was assumed," said the
jeweler, positively. “The baby was a
strong card, very frequently worked these
days. When professional mendicants have
no baby of their own to exhibit for purely
sympathetic and commercial purposes they
borrow a baby. I don’t know that this was
the case with the woman in question, but
I do know she wasn’t in any need that she
couldn’t obviate herself, and that in a few
minutes.”
“You’re beyond me,” said the customer.
“She wore diamond earrings and a wed
ding ring,” said the jeweler, simply. “If
you were a jeweler you’d observe these
things. The stones in her ears were good
ones, too; not chips, but well-cut stones.
Without examining them closely, I’d say
that she could get $75 on the pair at any
loan office.
“The best of mendicants grow careless.
When they grow so careless as to wear
diamonds during their business hours they
curtail their receipts—that is, if they visit
jewelry shops in search of alms.”
Instead of trying to wipe out the Mason
and Dixon line, as was predicted he would.
President Roosevelt appears to have en
gaged in the hopeless undertaking of try
ing to wipe out the color line.
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