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WEELAUNEE.
Indian Legend of the South River,
On Whose Banks Several No
table Georgians Were
Bor«.
Beneath the union depot in Atlanta
rises a tiny streamlet, unseert, unheard,
unward and outward it flows into the
pure, fresh air, gaining:, growing.
The roar of the city is dying fast, the
whistle of engine, the ehime of bells are
left far behind. The streamlet to river
grown, deserves a name, South river, the
pale face called it, but the red man. with
poetic tongue, gave to it the melody of
music and the beauty of legend, when he
whispered “Weelaunee.”
About forty miles from the (Jate City
Weelaunee finds itself a spot,
“Where the bard with his note and the
child with its boat
Linger beside it to uream and to dote.”
On Weelaunee’s bonnic banks is situat
ed the fair village of Snapping Shoals,
and if ever there was a guardian spirit
that hovered: over the Indian, making
every campfire pleasant, every maize crop
bountiful, every hunt a success, every
war excursion a triumph, every love ro
mance bright and happy, it was in this
hallowed place, where no modern inven
tion came with ruthless hand to sweep
away his forest shades, so thrilled and
filled with the redskin’s lore.
The traveler pauses to wonder ■why the
quaint and curious name—Snapping
Shoals? a name so out of keeping with
its picturesque surroundings; this, too, is
a relic of the race, “Whose tongues were
true, whose hearts were brave.” The last
of one of their dauntless chiefs sought
refuge in a cave, detected by his enemy,
the white man, a gun was fired and—
snapped. “The last of the Mohicans,”
with bounding step, over step and jutting
cliff, reached his canoe and was lost for
evermore to his wigwam home. The
shoals p nd erring gun gave to the village
a “local habitation and a name,” a name,
though unromantic, unpoetical and re
quiring fourteen whole letters to spell it,
will linger till time shall be no more.
No longer does the red man woo his
dusky mate; no longer does his birchen
skiff ply the waters; no longer does the
tawny chief kneel in worship to the star
lit skies, and in the ruling waters the
pool of a torreiit rings, over the falls in
weird mournfulness comes the last "fare
well, farewell, farewell” of the lone Indi
an ns he flees from his woodland home
and the mounds he loved so well.
He has gone, and in his steail reigns the
white man; but still solitude broods over
the beautiful scenes, and poet, scholar
and priest seek the sylvan shades for in
spiration to guard and guide.
Over the hill a wee white church rears
its unpretentious spires, and within, could
the walls echo the eloquence, the sublime
power of the “gospel’s sweet old story."
there would come the inspired tones of
Bishop Candler, not bishop then, but plain
YTarren A. Candler, youthful, buoyant
and hopeful, wooing, winning souls, not
men—then Candler, president of Emory
college, still the same loving, tender shep
herd of earlier years—Candler again; this
time president and presiding elder, un
changed by plaudits and fame. Now the
villagers look forward to the time when
Bishop Candler will come to them; but
though he is “known as the great, he w »l
be loved as the good.”
Here, too, by the sparkling waters Bish
op Atticus G. Haygood gleaned “the
things which are not seen, the things that
are eternal,” for his famous book, ’ I he
Man of Gallilee.” Other voices are heard
from this echo of the past. Walker Lew
is Stiles Bradley, and some who have
passed over Weelaunee for the last last
time and are resting under the snade of
the trees in the Holy City.
Today the record is illumined by the
grand old name of Pierce. Truly
“God of our fathers is the God
Of their succeeding race,”
For the golden mantle of charity, love,
Christianity of the pioneer doctor, the
genial bishop, has fallen about the shoul
ders of the consecrated young scion, Al
fred M. Pierce.
While Weelaunee sings its strains to
the men of God it still has a song foi th.it
vocation so allied with the gospel, anil on
its hallowed shores Hon. G. R. Glenn
has stood, and its pine-fringed borders
waft the eloquent pleas for the hearts,
the lives, the minds of the young.
Sweeter, more tender still is the anthem
it sings to the memory of one famed in
the annals of his country, loyal to prin
ciple and party. In a little cottage be
neath the wide-spreading boughs of a
sycamore Leonidas F. Livingston first
opened his eyes to the blue of heaven,
his ears to the music of his mother's
voice, mingled with the melody of Wee
launee, and. although Livingston has
been called to the foremost ranks in po
litical affairs, yet there are times when,
like the Arab, he quietly steals away to
his home in the country, and almost with
in the sound of Weelaunee, forgets for
the nonce the cares of office, the bright
dreams and fond ambitions, and lives
again the lang syne years, when a “bare
foot boy with cheeks of tan” waded the
foam-crested rocks or triumphantly
caught the speckled trout from its gleam
ing waters.
Beside Weelaunee dwells a young au
thor. who soon will give the world a book
filled with scenes and dreams of the vil
lage folk. In it he has incorporated many
beautiful descriptions, much that is his
torical, and over it all casts the roseate
glamor of love’s young dream, for our
young author is a newly acquired bene
dict—so “hope painted the visions with
hues of her own,” and bright as the spray
of Weelaunee’s wave as it plays in the
last golden ray of the sunset is this com
ing book.
Some day Weelaunee’s waters will cease
to lure the dreamer because the voice of
spindles, the whir of wheels will disen-
chant; but the fairy prince, with his
magic wand, has not come, the waters
still rush onward to the sea singing their
glad songs of liberty; the grist and saw
mills monotonously hum “the mill will
never grind again with the water that is
past.” The little boys launch their minia
ture boats, freighted with youthful hopes
and folly's dreams. The little girls seek
for the spring's first treasures, the stu
dent strolls along its banks in rapt enjoy
ment, and lovers sit in its sequestered
nooks scanning me's strange fairy tale
page, all careless alike of the grand pos
sibilities, the grand forces hidden deep in
her bosom. LYNDA LEE.
STONES AND MINERALS
OF THE SOUTH.
The south has an opulence of building
material both above and below ground.
The forests with their giant trunks for
joists and rafter find a complement in the
quarries of granite, marble and other
building stone for foundation, wall and
ornamentation. Without a single ship
from Tarshlsh or a cedar from Lebanon
the south could duplicate the temple of
Solomon, drawing every needed material
from within her own rich borders, even
to the gold for the candlesticks and the
precious gems to sparkle from the altar.
The marbles of East Tennesee are sec
ond only to those of Carrara. There are
over two hundred varieties of them,
each distinct from the others. The ex
quisite tints and variegated beauty of
one variety are the admiration of every
visitor to the capitol and the new con
gressional library at Washington, and
other state and national buildings
throughout the Fnion. The output of the
Tennessee quarries reaehes into millions
of dollars. In North Carolina and every
state reached by the Southern railway
there is found'building stone of the high
est quality and in an abundance that
makes quarrying profitable.
In several of these states, moreover,
there are precious metals in paying
amounts, notably in Virginia, the Caro-
linas and Georgia. Surprising as it may
seem to those who have come to look
upon the far w< sj and the far north as
the only gold regions, the south has pro
duced over $45,000,000 worth of the yellow
metal, more than $3,000,000 having come
from a single North Carolina mine. The
government mints report that from the
beginning of the century to the present
time the amount of gold produced in Vir
ginia has been $3,203,000; North Carolina,
$21,700,000; South Carolina. $3,581,000: Geor
gia, $16,101,000: Alabama, $420,000 and Ten
nessee, $166,000.
A VERY IMPORTANT
MEETING APRIL 18TH.
The hundreds of northern settlers at
Southern Pines, N. C„ have issued two
letters of importance; one to their friends,
manufacturers and business men north,
and one to the business men of the south.
Southern Pines, N. C., is one of the best
known places in the southern states, but
probably It is not generaly understood,
even among our people south, that this
thriving, progressive little city amid the
long leaf pines, was built by northern
men and capital. Hundreds of persons of
the northern states have gone there and
permanently located, until they have a
real live Yankee city in the “Old North
State.” Among the settlers at Southern
Pines are bankers, lawyers, doctors, min
isters. merchants, manufacturers, fruit
growers, farmers and persons of all call
ings of life, and out of the entire popula
tion there are not exceeding one hundred
and fifty southern born people, but the
northern settlers welcome all who go
there, whether southerner or northerner.
There is no sectional feeling among the
people in that place. These people from
the north have invested so much capital
and made so many improvements that
the taxes they usually pay meets one-
sixth of the entire county, state, school
and all other taxes of Moore county in
which they are located. They have built
electric light plants, (there being two
separate plants in the place for electric
lighting), an electric car line six miles
long, and in fact they have nearly every
thing that is modern and up-to-date.
These people have come south and cast
their lot among southern people, and that
they have succeeded and are well pleased
is evidenced from two letters published
below, in which they not only show that
they are well pleased with the south and
the southern people, but their invest
ments have been profitable and that they
want their friends in the north to come
down and meet the business men of the
south and to learn from them the advan
tages that each section has to offer. Such
a spirit on the part of these people is to
he commended by all loyal southerners
who have a desire to see the southland
built up. Southern people have no ani
mosity toward the northern people. The
south staked its cause with Lee, Jackson
and Johnston, and when they and the
brave men who went to battle with them
did all that human beings coud to make
a success of, the Southern Confederacy,
and when they said, we are overpowered,
you have us at your mercy, we surrender,
we cannot afford to sacrifice the lives of
the brave men left, the southern people
were satisfied to abide in good faith by
the decision of their beloved Lee and his
men, and the record of thirty-odd years
goes to prove that people of the south
were loyal to their word, and during the
past twelve months when the loreign foe
had to be met, there was no hesitation on
the part of the southern boys. They
marched to the front and amid the fierc
est of the battle was the gallant old Joe
Wheeler, one of the Confederate leaders
who had in the sixties met Sherman's
army on many occasions during his
march from Atlanta to the sea, and al
though sick nigh unto death, General
Wheeler ordered his men to carry him to
the front at Santiago, and there he stayed
until the battle was fought and the vic
tory won for the stars and stripes.
It was the gallant young officer. Worth
Bagley, of North Carolina, who gave up
the first life for the Union, and it was the
brave young-Hobson, of Alabama, who
led the little band of heroes into the very
jaws of death that victory might come to
the Union’s cause. Today there is trulj
no north, no south, no oast, no west, but
in fact a union of states, and when ^tho
people of Southern Pines, N. C., the Yan
kee city of the south, through its of
ficial head, the mayor, and its business
organization, the board of trade, pto-
claim to the world that southern invest
ments are not only safe but more profit
able than in the north or elsewhere, and
invites their northern brethren to conle
south and meet southern business men
and learn the real truth as to the south
ern people by meeting them face to face,
they are simply doing the south a justice
that should have been done years ago by
the men of the north: but nothing that is
good is too late: good news is welcome
at any time, and though this justice to
the south is late, yet we are no less grate
ful and indebted to the northern residents
of Southern Pines.
$50,000 INSURANCE WANTED
ON A JERSEY BULL.
Application has been made for insur
ance of $50,000 on the famous young Jer
sey bull. Merry Maiden’s Son. owned at
Hood’s farm, Lowell, Mass. This is the
highest amount of insurance ever asked
for on a bull or cow. Merry Maiden’s Son
is believed to he the most famous Jersey
1m.i1 1 living, as he is the son of Merry
Maiden, the champion sweepstakes cow in
all three contests combined at the world's
fair, and his sire is Brown Bessie’s Son.
whose dam won the 90 days' and 30 days'
tests at the World's fair. Thus Merry
Maiden’s Son unites the blood of these
two famous cows, and great results are
expected from his progeny.
VIPER’S BITE
It does not yet appear that steak and
mushrooms, taken in the ordinary way,
will cure that well known disorder which
makes a man see snakes; but it is report
ed from France that inoculation with a
preparation of mushroom juice will over
come the effects of a viper’s bite. M.
Thesalix describes a number of experi
ments which he has conducted with this
fluid, obtained by macerating the fungi,
in an equal weight of chloroform, water.
After 24 hours the solution is drawn off
and filtered. At first it is of a brownish
hue, but it soon turns to an inky black
ness. Subcutaneous injections of the ex
tract produce in rabbits the same symp
toms as the venom of a viper. The ac
count at hand does not, however, specify
that the new serum has been effectively
employe^ to restore an animal that has
first been bitten by a snake, or had been
inoculated artificially with viper venom.
As the case stands therefore, the alleged
discovery needs to be developed further
before its practical value can be looked
upon as fully demonstrated.
$100 REWARD $100.
The readers of this paper will be pleased
to learn that there is at least one dread
ed disease that science has been able to
cure in all its stages, and that is Catarrh.
Hall's Catarrh Cure is the only positive
cure known to the medical fraternity.
Catarrh being a constitutional disease, re
quires a constitutional treatment. Hall’s
Catarrh Cure is taken internally, acting
directly upon the blood and mucous sur
faces of the system, thereby destroying
the foundation of the disease and giving
the patient strength by building up the
constitution and assisting nature in doing
its work. The proprietors have so much
faith in its curative powers that they of
fer One Hundred Dollars for any case
that it fails to cure. Send for list of tes
timonials.
Address
F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, O.
Sold by Druggists, 75c.
Hall’s Family Pills are the best.
A GREAT HOUND.
Runs a Fox to Cover After a Con
tinuous Chase of 36 Hours.
The greatest fox chase of which there
is any authentic record took place in the
neighborhood of Long Branch, in Meade
county, last week. Ben Matthews, a col
ored man living at Long Branch, has a
foxhound named Queen. One evening last
week, when the air was soft, Queen and
her companion, Don. together with Jim
Bickerstaff's “Old Maje,” started for the
hills near by, and were not long absent
when they started a vigorous old fox.
By their vigorous mouthing it was known
that they had a warm scent and were on
the trail of a fox of fine staying quali
ties. For several hours during the night
the residents of that vicinity could hear
all three hounds tonguing together, and
then the two male dogs dropped out of
the run, leaving Queen to keep up the
chase alone. All night long she followed
the trail, and along toward morning was
joined by some fresh hounds, who stay
ed with her for a few hours, fell out,
rested up and joined in the chase again
BILL ARP’S LETTER.
Now there is another trust just consum
mated. Mr. Vanderbilt and Miss Fair
have put their millions together and some
body is going to suffer by it. This thing
1», all wrong. RichTe.-ip-hr uughr*Aol—i\r
marry rich people, but I don’t see how -
we can stop it. There are prettier girls
than Miss Fair and handsomer men than
Mr. Vanderbilt, but money loves money
and that settled it. That pretty little nur
sery story about Cinderella marrying a
prince is as dead as Hector. But I don’t
see how we can prevent these trusts and
combinations and great accumulations
without a heavy income tax and an in
heritance tax. Even then the millionaires
would hide out of it or lie out of it. They
would dodge the revenue men just like
the moonshiners do. \Ve see that Vander
bilt is dodging them now in New York
and Governor Roosevelt is after them in a
special message. It looks like we poor
folks will just have to submit—and thank
the Lord that we are out of jail and that
it is as well with us as it is. They
can’t form any trust on air and water
and our gardens and home-raised chick
ens and eggs and potatoes. We had as
paragus for dinner today ai^d will have
strawberries in a week or two. There are
many good things not yet in any combine.
I suggested to Mr. Bealer the other day
that I was in favor of a church trust in
every small town, for I wanted to hear
him and all the preachers preach and
was afraid to leave my own little church
for fear of giving offense to our preach
er. I think it would be a good idea for
the preachers to rotate and preach in the
different churches, and we would make a
combine of the salaries and divide it out
pro rata. Doctrinal sermons have about
played out, anyhow, and excepting bap
tism by immersion there is very little
difference in the essential principles of the
Christian denominations. We all want
to idolize somebody and I had just as
leave idolize four preachers as one.
Some of the preachers are disturbed
about what I wrote about the 400 in New
York, and want me to retract and ex
plain, and I am pleased to learn from the
New York Christian Advocate that the
Associated Press dispatch that I quoted
from was much exaggerated and distort
ed. Enough is admitted, however, to
show that Rev. Cadman is a skeptic on
the subject of miracles and drew conclu
sions from his own argument that the
editor says he cannot accept and that
Mr. Cadman says he does not himself ac
cept. That is funny; the editor says
these preachers often give tumultuous ap
plause to a meritorious paper, but would
refuse to indorse or approve the paper.
That is funny, too, and is an admission
that Mr. Cadman’s argument against
miracles was meritorious.
But enough of this. The Northern
Methodist church can take care of itself.
The editor says he has received from two
to twenty letters from each of fourteen
different states asking if that press dis
patch spoke the truth.
And I have received many, and among
them are two who indorse Cadman and
the 400, and one from a Mormon elder who
asserts that the purest of all Christian
faith is to be found only in the Mormon
church, and he sends me some tracts and
begs me to read them. The letters I have
reeeivtd are no doubt sincere, and the>
are written in polite and scholarly lan
guage, and gave me no ground for of x
fense.
Many men of many minds there are in
this world and it becomes us all to be tol
erant. Error thrives on intolerance and
persecution. ...
And here is an editor from Virginia who
complains to The Constitution, and takes
exception to my saying: “So far as 1
am concerned I feel as if I was nothing
and less than nothing in the scale of ex
istence, for I know not whence I came
nor where I am going.” And he asks im
pertinently if I have become an agnostic,
and says my utterances are astounding.
There are some smart people who are
hypocritical and oan’t help it. They hunt
for something to hawk at and feed thei
conceit. What man knows the secret ot
his being or where he came from in the
beginning? The Lord answered Job out
of the whirlwind and said: “Where wast
thou when I laid the foundations of tne
earth? Declare it if thou hast under
standing.” Perhaps this editor can an-
at intervals during the next twenty
hours.
On the second day of the chase Will
LaGrand’s “Tige,” a hound noted for Its
staying qualities, joined her and remain
ed until the close of the run. Queen was
on the run, without rest, the entire 36
hours consumed in the chase. She stop
ped only when she had run reynard to
cover. After she had accomplished this
she lay down and guarded the burrow,
and when found by her owner was so stiff
and sore that she could not move a limb,
and had to be carried to the house. Mat
thews, her owner, thinks she is the best
foxhound on earth, and would not trade
her for the best horse in Kentucky.
swer. And again the Lord asked Job;
"Have the gates of death been opmed
unto thee? Knowest thou the ordinances
o:’ heaven and car.st thou set the domin-
thereof?” This editor wants to 1 Jcnow
have a Bible before me. Yes, and
that is what it says—and much more on
that line. One day I was talking to Dr.
Candler at the union depot in Atlanta.
The train was about to leave and he had
hold of the hand rail when a newspaper
man hurried up with his pad and pencil
and said: "Hello, Bishop. Excuse me, but
where are you going?” The bishop pulled
himself up gently as the car began to
move and said: “My friend. I am going
to heaven; where are you going?” [ en-
joyid that, but if I had been the reporter
I think I would have asked: “And where
is heaven and how big is it, and when
will you get there?" That undiscovered
country from whence no traveler returns
is still the mystery of mysteries. No, my
friend, I repeat that I know not whence I
came nor whither 1 am going and there
fore I humble myself under the mighty
hand of God and trust Him as a little
child trusts its father.
1 have just returne'd from a brief visit
to Jacksonville, where I went in search of
milder weather, for I have a bad %ough
and th£ grip, etc., but I did not find much
difference. The weather is had every
where—got on a trust. I reckon. 1 had
some fun, though, at the expense of oth
er people. A good old matron came to see
me and lavished on me many pleasant
compliments, and among other things
said: “You must come and see us. We
have every book that you ever wrote up
on our parlor table. Yes, we have your
‘Uncle Remus’ and your ‘Mingo and Dad
dy Tack,’ the runaway, and all your oth
er books. Well, now of course, 1 didn't
have the meanness in my heart to tell
her that I was not Joel (’handler Harris,
so I just swallowed it all down and felt
flattered.
Next I tackled a conductor, and when
he read my pass he looked at me and
smiled: “I am very glad to meet you, ma
jor. My father was a Columbus man, and
he just banked on you. Yes. up to the
day of his death he said everything that
Bill Nye wrote—”
“Bill Nye is dead,” said I solemnly. He
looked bewildered and I relieved him by
telling him that I was Bill Arp and not
Bill Nye.
I wish I was rich. I know a man whose
name was Duncan, and one day I found
him brooding over the fire in his back
store, anti says I: “What are you thinking
about, Duncan?” He smiled sadly and
said: “I was just wishing I was rich.”
“What for?” said I. “Why, just to have
my opinions respected. One of my cus
tomers asked me this morning what l
thought about cotton—would it go up or
go down, and l told him I thought it
would rise in a few days, and he told an
other feller what I said and he turned up
his nose and said: ‘Duncan—Duncan—
hang Duncan. What does he know? Why
didn’t you ax Shorter?’ Well, Shorter is
rich and I'm poor, but I know more about
cotton than he does, for he never bought
a bale in his life.”
.. Now, I don’t want to he rich just to
have my opinions respected, but I would
like to have a charity fund at my com
mand. so that I coidd respond to some of
these pitiful appeals that I receive almost
every day. They make me heart-sick and
I can’t do anything. About half the let
ters I receive ask for something that I
cannot supply. They want to know the
missing word and some of them actually
offer to give me half the reward if I will
tell it to them. And then these chain let
ters come almost every day and they ex
pect me to send some money and make
three copies and send to three of my
friends and pay postage all around. And
some of my young friends want composi
tions or points for a debate about the
Philippines or the Cuban war. And some
ambitious young people send me a lot of
poetry to be criticised. They are afraid
of Frank Stanton. Well, of course, all
these letters are written with good intent
and some of them have a stamp inclosed,
but they are a white man’s burden and I
cannot do 'justice to them. As for auto
graphs. I send them with pleasure, for it
is an easy task. I wonder if Uncle Remus
has a similar experience. Nevertheless, I
am still calm and serene.
BILL ARP.
CHECK REINS.
Anybody can go into New Jersey and at
very slight expense lay the foundation
for a trust; butiit is not so easy to find
suckers with money to invest in trust
stocks. The banks are beginning to be
shy of promoters and the federal govern
ment has at last undertaken to prevent
these combinations in restraint of trade
from doing an interstate business. As a
result of these collapsible conditions, the
business of floating trust stocks, which
has been going forward so merrily for the
past year, has been suddenly checked;
but none too soon.
PARSNIP COMPLEXION.
A majority of the ills afflicting people
today can be traced to kidney trouble. It
pervades all classes of society, in all cli
mates, regardless of age, sex or condition.
The sallow, colorless looking people you
often meet are afflicted with “kidney
complexion.” Their kidneys are turning
to a parsnip color; so is their complexion.
They may suffer from indigestion, sleep
lessness, uric acid, gravel, dropsy, rheu
matism, catarrh of the bladder, or irreg
ular heart. You may depend upon it, the
cause is weak, unhealthy kidneys.
Women as well as men are made miser
able with kidney and bladder trouble and
both need the same remedy. Dr. Kilmer's
Swamp-Root, the great kidney, liver and
bladder remedy, will build up and
strengthen weak and unhealthy kidney^,
purify the diseased, kidney poisoned blood,
clear the complexion and soon help the
sufferer to better health.
The mild and the extraordinary effect of
Swamp-Root is soon realized. It stands
the highest for its wonderful cures of the
most distressing cases, such as weak kid
neys, catarrh of the bladder, gravel,
rheumatism and Bright’s Disease, which
is the worst form of kidney trouble. It
is sold by druggists in fifty cent and dol
lar sizes. You may have a sample bottle
by mail free, also pamphlet telling ail
about it. Address Dr. Kilmer & Co.,
Binghamton. N. Y'.
When writing please mention reading
this generous offer in The Sunny South.
A PROGRESSIVE TOWN.
Gastonia, N. C., as an illustration of Southern Enter
prise and Pluck.
Gastonia, N. C., is a conspicuous repre
sentative of the new south in the best
sense of that term. It is an illustration
of what any town or community in the
Piedmont belt having good railway facili
ties can accomplish in the way of growth
and prosperity through their own unaid
ed efforts. Many towns in the south sit
still and vainly try to invite outside capi
tal and effort to come and build up their
town industries. Gastonia did not con
cern itself to invite foreign capital and
energy, but went to work to help itself.
The results have been strikingly satisfac
tory.
The town was incorporated in 1876. It
was then a rude railway hamlet, with a
scant population. It now has about 4.000
inhabitants. Its natural advantages, such
as climate, location and the industrious
and moral character of its people, have
been a factor in development. But its
abundant railway facilities, being situ
ated on the trunk line of the great South->
ern railroad and at the junction of the
Carolina and Northwestern railroad, have
given it everything its business men
could desire in the way of railway rates
and connections. Its banking facilities
are first-class, two strong, conservative
and well-managed banks, with ample cap
ital. and deposits aggregating $300,000.
Another important element of success
has been the low rate of taxation. Many
municipalities are burdened with an ex
cessive tax rate, which cuts down divi
dends and drives away capital and set
tlers. Gastonia has no bonded indebted-
ni s of any kind, hence the tax rate is
remarkably low, being only eleven and
two-thirds mills for county, state and
municipal purposes combined.
But the great feature which has al
ways distinguished Gastonia and given-
’'her an almost uneq jaled record uas been
the phenomenal success of her cotton mill
enterprises. No cotton manufacturing
center in the south has surpassed it in
this respect, and very few have equalled
it. During the long and terrible depres
sion and disaster of 1X97 in cotton milling
industries her mills never suspended for
a day, paid full dividends of X arid 10 per
cent and continued to run night and day
as usual. One of the mills, the Trenton,
five years old, has paid its stockholders
100 per cent on the dollar in dividends.
Another, the Gastonia Manufacturing
company, ten years old, has paid L0 per
cent of cash dividends and 150 per cent of
stock dividends.
There are several reasons for this re
markable. record. First and foremost, it
is to be found in the character and ability
of the men who have managed these mills.
The mills have been managed with signal
ability. I have said there are several
reasons for this marked success. So there
are. But the reason of all reasons is
found in the capacity and ability of the
men who have been at the head of affairs.
They are all men of the highest character,
and as prominent in the churches as they
are in the business world. The cotton
mills of the south that have failed have
done so largely because they have not
had competent men to manage them.
Another reason for this success has
been that the mill authorities have
weeded out incompetent and vicious oper
atives. A case of drunkenness means in-
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stant dismissal. Profane and immoral
bosses and operatives must go. No wall
of separation * is built up between the
operatives and townspeople, and instead
of mill chapels, the operatives come to
the town churches, and mill owners and
operatives sit together in the pews.
There has never been any such thing
as a boom, and of the $670,000 invested in
various branches of manufacturing not
more than $25,000 is foreign capital. The
farmers in the surrounding country own
much stock in the mills.
If an amount equal to one-fourth of the
total capital invested represents the rate
of wages paid, then Gastonia’s manufac
turers pay her operatives annually $167,-
000.
The general result is a tc-wn remark
ably peaceful and law-abiding. Arrests
are rare, anil a drunken man on the
street is a thing not seen once a month.
There are no barrooms, and one town
marshal is ample for 4.000 people.
But Gastonia enjoys the distinction of
being the commercial metropolis of the
county which contains more cotton mills
than any other in the south. There are
in Gaston county twenty-two cotton mills,
ground is being broken for the twenty-
third and other mills are doubling their
plant. There is no farmer in the county
who is not within seven miles of a rail
way, and no one who is not near enough
to a cotton mill to enable him to operate
a truck farm or give him an excellent
market for every load of wood, every egg,
or pound of butter, or chicken or goat, or
sheep or pig. The prosperous and inde
pendent condition of Gaston county farm
ers is largely owing to the fact that they
are all near some cotton mill which gives
them a market at fair prices for every
thing which they can grow 7 .
Gastonycounty has $2,250,900 of capital
invested in cotton manufacturing. This,
distributed among so many mills in dif
ferent localities, is vastly better for the
general good than one or two huge mills.
This wide distribution gives every section
of the county a good market for produce
and prevents any one section from be
coming top-heavy with a factory popula
tion.
Gaston county mills pay their opera
tives $565,000 annually in wages. This sum
paid in weekly instalments finds its way
into every branch of trade and gives a
tremendous impetus to prosperity in town
and country.
Gastonia, with its elegant churches,
high-grade schools, busy stores and fac
tories and law-abiding and cultured peo
ple. is a delightful place for residence and
business.
D!SCARDING_THE_PETTICOAT.
Gowns are tighter than ever. Petticoats
too, have decreased in size, saving at the
extreme edge, where they run riot in a
mad frou-frou of flounces and, in fact,
many of the smartest women are dis
pensing with them altogether and adopt
ing in their stead cullottes built on the
very tightest and scantiest plan. Natur
ally, as a result of ail this, the model
petticoats prepared early in the winter
are now to be had at actually a third or
so of the original cost price.
