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Vol. XXII—No. 1074.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1896.
Price, $2.00 Per Year
THE GRJFJLT SOUTH.
Its Magnificent Attractions in Agriculture,
Horticulture, Fruit Culture, Minerals,
Water Powers, Truck Farming,
Railroads, Churches, Public
Schools, Literature, and
the Hospitality of
the People.
“I am an old Federal soldier, draw a pen
sion for wounds received in the late war. Of
course, I can not and would not conceal this
fact from my neighbors. 1 have a family of
boys and girls. I have been told by friends
in Iowa who knew you years ago, that what
ever you tell me, I can implicity rely upon
and safely follow. Now knowing
this, would you ad\ise me to come
South to live which I wish to do
as I am growing old and can not
endure the Northern winters. Can
I safely come there and bring my
family?’"
“Well, you can, and if some of
those boys and girls should marry
Southern wives and husbands,
children of old Confederate e oI-
diers, you would ^ncver find
.ZQS.SCU. to—'A arh'.ihed of them or
their choice Supposing you §hould
chance to meet some old worn,
grizzled, one-legged, or one-armed
Confederate when at the nearest
village, and discover that you had
looked squarely into one another’s
eyes across the sights of a rifle
and" over a little pile of dirt hastily
thrown up, or lain after the battle
with one broken arm across a can
non wheel while the blood slowly
trickled down from a bullet hole,
lay^and waited, while he, with his
broken leg twisted in another
wheel of the same cannon, also
lay and waited for the slowly com
ing ambulance. Supposing you
met him after coming to your
Southern home, or saw him in
your Northern town, would you
shake your fist at him and tell
him you were glad he lost a leg?
Not much, you would suggest an
immediate adjournment behind
the nearest screen, and empty a
canteen in memory of the old war
times. Human nature is the same
North and South, and we never
knew an old soldier to say an un
kind word to another, no matter on
which side of the trenches he
stood. Come down here and see
for yourself.”
to the square mile in Florida, and urges the
subject of immigration upon the people of
Florida as a matter of the most vita! im
portance.
“The State could easily sustain forty times
its present population,” says the Times-
llnion. “If it had such a population, average
land would be at least twenty times as valua
ble as now. Of course, such a population
should be distributed between country and
town. That portion living in the country
should not glut the market with tropical fruit.
With intelligent diversification 7,000,000
people could live in this State by the cultiva
tion of the soil as well, or better, than 300,000
live now. With such products as tropical
fruits of all kinds, strawberries, melons,
peaches, pears, various kinds of garden vege
tables, ramie,other fibrous plants, with cotton
corn, and other kinds of grain, the thoughtful
man who cultivates the soil and distributes
OUR
BRILLIANT SHORT STORIES
COMPLETE IN ONE AND TWO ISSUES.
MISS CUMMINGS’ PROTEGE.
BY FRANK McCRAKY PITTMAN.
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ES SIR, the down train is late.”
The Pullman car porter bowed
and disappeared down the aisle,
as the train came to a stop at
Hilton Junction.
The passengers left the car
to stroll up an i down the platform. Among
those from the sleeper was a young lady of
We had the pleasure of meeting
Capt. H. C. Moorman who when
eighteen years of age, enlisted in
the Confederate army as a private
soldier and at the close of ’the war
came out captain. Captain Moor
man is a man of great intellectual
ability and of strict religious
principles. He is a man who is
honored and respected by all who
know him. He kindly escorted
us over his farm, which is
Southern home. On this farm we found pros
perity and plenty. The Captain has a garden
which many Northern farmers would envy.
In this garden we found cabbage ready for
use, different kinds of grapes already matured,
tomatoes as large as a man’s fist, the fourth
crop of peas four inches high, sweet pota-
oes, melons and berries. On this farm was a
field of clover cut the 25th day of May and
the second crop is now five inches high.
A GEORGIA SHEEP RANCH.
a model
his crop properly
ets. ”
need fear no glutted mark-
If by any means a bird attained the light
ness of a balloon, it could not fly. A balloon
drifts with every gust; steering is impossible,
the wind chooses its course. The bird bal
loon, as light as the wind and as strong as
iron, is a figment of the imagination.
Immigration Needed.
The Florida Times-Union refers to the fact
that the population numbers only about eight
Degane wood is imported from South
America and is used in making light trout
and bass rods. It is much like lancewood,
but lighter in weight, and is sold generally
by the rod and tackle men.
perhaps twenty. She was accompanied by a
middle-aged matron, a pretty girl not far
along in the teens, and two young men. One
was fat and lazy-looking. He was the young
lady’s brother. The other was tall and fair
with a haughty expression, and she was his
financee.
They walked slowly to the end of the plat
form and were turning about when Miss
Cummings exclaimed:
“Look! a young artist.”
An old warehouse stood nearby, and its
walls presented a smooth surface to which a
heavy frost was clinging. A group of idlers
were watching admiringly a youth who was
engaged in tracing outlines in the frostwork.
They were only simple pictures, but the
stroke was masterly.
He sketched rapidly the train and the group
on the platform : and the spectators clapped
their hands. Then he drew a large white
rose, which brought forth greater applause.
The rays of the rising sun fell on the walls,
the yellow beams danced upon the glittering
leaves, and the flower vanished, as the boy
turned away.
“Who is he?” Miss Cummings asked of a
bystander.
“Well, he ain’t got no folks. His father
and mother died when he was little, and they
hadn’t lived at Hilton long. He’s
growed up here, and a likely boy,
too, but he won’t think of nothing
but drawing pictures. He can
draw to beat the world.”
“Thank you, he can indeed.”
Then she added, turning to her
brother: “Perhaps he is a young
. genius. He has talent in any
event. I believe I will talk to him.”
“Jack !” she called, “come over
a moment.”
The boy glanced bashfully at
her and walked slowly toward tha
platform.
“How did you know my name?”
“I guessed it. So I was right,
was I? Well, I am good at guess
ing. Do you like to draw and
sketch ?”
“It’s the only thing I love to
do,” he answered. “I can’t get
my mind on anything else.”
She smiled sympathetically.
“You do well and ought to
have a chance to learn. How would
you like going away to study all
about it ?”
“Fine. I’d go in a minute,” he
exclaimed, excitedly.
“Would no one object?”
“No ma’am. I haven’t any
people. I live with the station
agent and help him, but he says
I waste too much time drawing.”
“Perhaps it will come to pass
you have not been wasting time,
after all, though losing it, I think
I can help you !”
She held out her hand cordi
ally and lie took it timidly. They
stood upon an equal footing now
so far as she was concerned. He
was an artist, a lover of the
beautiful, as was she,and,therefore,
they were comrades. The others
looked on silently. They knew
from experience it was useless to
oppose Miss Cummings,all but Mr.
Pierpont, who made the mistake of
doing so. The others had no such
desire.
Jack Phillips’ face wore an an
imated expression as they boarded
the tram and he doffed his hat.
“I will see you again,” she
called.
Miss Cummings underrated her
own ability. Her work was always good, but it
did not reach her standard. Unless she could
excel she considered her efforts failures, and,
though her paintings had been much praised
and commanded good figures, if she chose to
sell, she called herself an amateur.
“He has the air of an artist,” she re
marked, after they had resumed their journey.
“What do you mean by ‘the air of an
artist?’ as you term it, ” asked Mr. Pierpont,
a shade of sarcasm in his tone. “I think he
looks very ordinary. You surely would not
adopt him.”
He objected to the whim. He knew Miss
Cummings was wealthy enough to carry out
any project she undertook.