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Mufic’s Commercial Value
in Indujtrialism
USIC has charms to soothe the
breast of labor; therefore it has a
SM commercial value in industrialism.
M J. H. Hale, the Georgia “peach
_m M king,” has demonstrated the truth
Ur T db of this. He has 300,000 bearing
peach trees in his great orchards
around Fort Valley, and, of course,
he employs a little army of help
ers during gathering season. Mr.
Hale is from Connecticut , and a
shrewd man of business. There Is
no ten-hour day observed by the
fruit packers of the south. When
the season is on, from sun to sun
is too brief a time for the hands
to get the fruit in readiness to
rush to market, and they work at
high pressure throughout the long
summer days. Mr. Hale noticed
that by the middle of the afternoon
most of his helpers showed signs
of fatigue, and some of them, par
ticularly the women, accomplished
comparatively little during the last
quarter of the day. Mr. Hale en--
gaged a brass band to give a continuous concert every after
noon. The result was an increase in the work accomplished
of 30 per cent.
In some of the sweat shops of New York it is said that
the pallid toilers "chip in” out of their woefully scant earn
ings and buy a music box to bring nepenthe to their brains.
The potentialities of music are manifold, but the gift
divine has powers that would be a revelation even to its
worshipers.
It is not a Bellamic dream to say that music and flowers
will play an important part in the industrialism of the
future.
One of the Chief banes of labor has always been unsan
itary. uncomfortable and unattractive surroundings. Hu-
manitartanism will figure in remedying this; but cold, cal
culating. profit watcjiful business will co-operate with it, for
the reform will Increase dividends.
Mus^c may be not so much an advanced, aesthetic con
summation of the evolution to more pleasant work rooms,
as a primary step in the reform. Music can partially close
eye and ear and brain to cobwebbed windows, nerve-rasping 1
machinery and the mental blankness of monotonous toil-
'and it is cheap. " '
Thee i s no doubt but that the dissipations of wage-
earners have their source in great degree iti their em
ployment. *
Drink and “dope” will in a measure dull the sting of
memory and divert the spirit of despair and resentment with
the illusions of hope. Music will do the same thing better.
Intoxicants and opiates are deleterious to health, and their
end is physical and spiritual ruin. Music, on the average
temperament, is healthy and inspiring.
It Is well known that in the Latin countries Intoxication
Is a very rare vice. The natives drink light whies onlv. In
moderation.
If some learned analyst of sociological phenomena were to
probe this praiseworthy condition to the bottom, he would
in all likelihood say that it was caused by music.
The Latin peoples are children of song—not because music
Is born in them so much as because it is cultivated in them.
Music is made a part of their lives, and Is a concomitant of
government. The state hires bands to play on the plazas
and in the public buildings. Music is as universal and free
as air and sunshine.
As a consequence, the Latins abstain from drugging their
senses and are optimistically philosophical and cheerful.
Though prone to vice and crime by climate and blood, no
doubt music tends to mollify their vicious proclivities
Here is at least something to think about. Why not
ft would'beat r a a ha V t a che e t d temperanco reformers try music?
Is Snobbery Becoming Our
Besetting Sin
HE article of V. A. Tsanof in last
week’s Sunny South, describing
with masterly snobbery the prince
of Wales’s visit to Harvard college
forty years ago, serves to recall
the degrading behavior of the
American public on the otherwise
unnoteworthy occasion of young
Wales’s tour of this country, and
provoked serious doubts whether
we are more silly toadies than were
our fathers. There are thousands
of grayhaired men in the United
States today who feel their ears
burn when they remember how their
countrymen, and especially their
country-women, acted in the pres
ence of that then callow scion of
royalty. It is related that the bed
room occupied by the prince in one
of the hotels where he stopped was
raided by a mob of his female
devotees and the counterpane torn
into bits for souvenirs. Fortu
nately- the royal guest was absent
at the time.
It is hard for a democrat of the strictest sect to analyze
the mawkish reverence of writers like Mr. Tsanof for a
fellow mortal of very ordinary mental and physical attain
ments, and very inferior moral attainments, by the accident
of birth desUned to cumber a great nation’s supreme seat,
or to understand the sycophantish interest of citizens of a
republic in his negative personality. We are convinced that
man’s evolution from the jelly fish has been mainly physical,
and that the same framework of superstition and savagery
that held Pagan civilizations together largely supports our
present day institutions. There is a strange strength in
monarchism, else it could never have survived the dark ages.
The elements of its strength are comprehended in the gen
eral term, human weakness.
We laugh at Aguinaldo and his official whistle, but roy
alty in all climes makes children of grown folk and puts in
their hands the toys of mental infancy. Courts are gilded
nurseries. It is all play in a very serious world. A book
on heraldry is as humorous as “Don Quixote,” and it seems
inconceivable that people who have attained to years of
discretion should read pompous technical descriptions of uni
corns rampant and lions couchant with more solemn credulity
than they read their Bible, and know “Burke's Peerage”
better than their catechism. The species of ancestor wor
ship that a coat of arms stands for is little more enlightened
than its parent cult in China. Nor is it confined to royal
rea.ms by any means. A heraldic crest is one of the
cheapest affectations of snobbery—so cheap that scarcely a
pretentious hotel but uses one on menu and notehead. Even
' ness that make its existence possible are obvious around us.
Chief among them is vanity. The excessive development of
1 the social side makes snobs. What is called “ultra society”
j apes the court and at heart yearns for it. The exquisites of
l salon and ballroom have a notion that the artistic sense
can only find expression in courty magnificence. This is
the superficial outlet. Vapidness of mind, as well as vul
garity, must have a glittering spectacle. Human parrots
whose mental development will not permit them to live
part of the time in the subjective. And life intolerable with
out an ostentatious perch on which to plume their glossy
green feathers.
Some sturdy and worthy peasants—men of blacksmith
might and horse sense, started royal lines; but there is no
law of heredity that Insures the transmission of goodly
stature or virtues to even the next generation. These things
seem to go by coincidence rather than rule. Will, environ
ment and opportunity can shape destiny. Blood never con
ferred strength of brain and greatness of soul upon anyone.
The only great men bom, not made, are poets.
Few ever rise superior to the "boast of heraldry.” Those
who most completely do so become leaders or recluses. The
republic originated in the desire of such independent spirits
for a logical leadership, and if It, too, has failed, it is be
cause the majority law of selection is not infallible. The
rig-headed “boss” is as lamentable as the royal peacock.
hen the Druids of Britain were cutting throats under their
sacrificial trees, the Chinese were making officials of their
philosophers. It is reasonable that Mencius would have
made a wiser ruler than Edward VII.
Think of the hard-headed, hard-fisted Anglo-Saxon masses
ducking obsequiously before the checkered golf stockings of
a thing that “struts and stares and a’ that.” Is there
no progress after all? An heir apparent who is not as useful
In government as a public stenographer costs more than a
dozen presidents, and for what? To set the fashions for
fashionable dawdlers; to be dress parade colonel of all the
crack regiments and chief regalia functionary of all the
secret orders; to be the monumental roue and “jolly good
fellow fat, rubicund and supercilious. Have men no more
sense than Esop’s frogs? What is the objest of this
bedizened dummy? The pursuit of pleasure. Simply that;
and government exerts itself and taxes the commonalty to
see that he is diverted. The ethics of common morality
insisted upon in the ordinary citizen are waived in his case,
and he is voted a standing indulgence by public sentiment.
The provegb that “the king can do no wrong” is seemingly
devoutly believed by learned and pious people. It is seem-;
ingly considered an honor to contribute to the gratification
of his base appetites. What can we say of such modern
fetishism? Does it denote evolution of mind commensurate
with the material progress of the age? This figurehead
sneers at the man In trade and the workers who maintain
him as a joss in a sacred temple, and who are content to
be regarded as “subjects.” Under such a system government
is hut the official sanction of high social functions and
the giving of such functions the chief employment of rulers
and courts. It is hard to understand the spirit of a people
that will uphold such vicious follies, or to believe that
they have any spirit at all.
It is all very funny and tremendously serious. It is
Ameriea’s business, for these lordlings are costing us daugh
ters and dollars every year, and there is undoubtedly a
growing toadyism among us for the favor of a coronet.
A fine ducal specimen recently paid us the honor of a
visit to his American papa in law.
Ah, a duke! and what office is that, pray? Among the
great ones of thought and action who push this old world
inch by inch, and with much squeaking, along the rusty
cogs of civilization, what is his part?
He was born a duke. What he is, why he is thus, why
he should perpetuate a line of such—really, we will have\to
think before we answer.
Spring and the Garden
Fever are Here
PRING—rosy-cheeked, ruby-lipped,
bright-eyed, laughing, giddy, gush
ing spring—her apron full of early
flowers, her cheeks dimpled with
smiles bright as the morning, her
sunny tresses the sport of happy
zephyrs, her voice musical as the
tinkle of mountain brooks, comes
tripping up from the orange groves
by the summer sea, transforming
with a touch of her fairy feet the
bare and dormant earth, causing
itjto sprout ar(d bud a.jd blossojn
into a thousand lovely suapes and
hues, filling the balmy air with
music and sweet odors, painting
the sky with tints that speak of
paradise, and making merry the
hearts of the children of men.
With the certain advent of the
blithesome season, souls that can
not find an outlet for their exuber
ance of spirits in poesy must per
force take to a garden rake. When
the trees are all a-feather and the
bluebird on the wing, it is as nat
ural for man, though in city pent, to want to stir the dirt as
it is for a bullfrog to take to water. Mock as the urbanite
may at Uncle Si and his son Rube, of blessed gee-haw
memory, he himself has bucolic blood in his veins which
cries in the spring for agricultural assertion. He would be
fit for .treason and the other disreputable things is he did not
feel better for the momentary impulse to help a vine to
climb or a shrub to take on renewed vigor in a kindlier
soil.
Man is least artificial in the spring. As the sap rises and
the peach buds take on pink tips, he feels in his breast a
fecundating influence that is the next best thing to “get
ting religion.” This elixir of life is commonly called the
milk of human kindness. Queer, but lots of people never
know the divine liquid is in their hearts until the crocuses
begin to peep from under the dead leaves. The new birth
not only puts him in truer touch with his kind, but makes him
for the nonce love "all things both great and small.” He
finds himself whistling to a stray dog, taking a strange in
terest in chickens, and admiring the sheen of an unlovely
mule’s hide. Everything is beautiful and good.
In the spring the sluggard meets the sun upon the up
land lawn, and the dyspeptic revels in greens. The schoolboy
plays truant and the young man’s fancy lightly turns to
thoughts of his lady’s eyebrow. The season has other anx
ious influences than effluvia and "spring fever.” There is the
subtle seduction of bock beer in town and the proneness to
exaggerate the peril of snake-bite on the inevitable piscato
rial excursion. Fishing is innocent enough, but there is a
mendacious contagion in the atmosphere hovering over fish
ing streams that makes the too fervid imagination want
to vocally discharge its accumulated hot air, just as the blood
wants to throw off its bile. It is said Baron Munchausen
only took his quill in hand in the spring, and the half has
never been told about Isaac Walton.
But recurring to the rustic influence of spring on the
urbanite. Walk along any residence avenue early these
inspiring March mornings and you will catch him sawing
limbs off his trees. He calls it “pruning,” and in his
innate yearning to feel like Cincinnatus must have felt, there
Is danger of his doing terrific execution with his meat saw.
CHORT Stories, Strayed
^ ^ or Stolen ^
^^w-ho had just returned from the
front, tells the following story of
->-<ord Kitchener’s stern sense of justice.
In the sergeant’s company there hap
pened to be a private who always did his
duty in a quiet, unobtrusive manner,
which calned for him a certain respect
from his immediate superiors and com
panions. One morning this man present
ed himself at the office and reported that
he was ill and unfit for duty. He was
ordered to appear before Dr. X., the med
ical officer of the corps, who pronounced
him in good health and ordered him back
to duty.
Against this verdict there was no ap
peal, and the soldier returned to his work,
which was preparing planks for a tem
porary bridge. He found it impossible to
work, and mentioned the fact to the ser
geant, with whom he was on most friend
ly terms.
"Why not lay the case before Lord
Kitchener?” said the sergeant; "he is in
the office now."
“Oh. I dare not,” replied the man; “he
is too stand-off and cold.”
“Well, if you're afraid. I’ll do it my
self!” and he did.
“Order the man here at once,” said
Kitchener, without looking up, “and also
Drs. Y. and Z.”
Each of these he made examine the
patient in his presence. Dr. Y. reported
"typhoid in a marked stage.” Dr. Z.
made the same diagnosis.
“Send for Dr. X. immediately,” slowly
muttered Lord K.
"Please, Dr. X., examine this man care
fully. He is either ill or malingering."
Dr. X. performed the commanded task,
and nervously said: “Sir, I fear that J
have made a mistake. This man is in
the early stages of typhoid.”
“Have the man at once removed to the
hospital,” came in cold, passionless tones.
“And you, sir, apply to the adjutant for
your papers and at your earliest con
venience return to England!”
*
Chased by Evil Spirits ,
S YLVESTER KEYES, of Seneca Falls,
N. Y., met with a multiplicity of acci
dents recently which he says were the
result of the violation of a peculiar re
ligious custom.
For five years Mr. Keyes, who is a lum
ber dealer, has made a practice every
night before going to bed of crawling
around the bedroom on his hands and
knees, believing that this humiliating
custom furnishes him divine protection.
Several nights ago he did not follow
his usual devotion. In the morning when
he got out of bed he stepped on a' tack;
he scalded his legs at breakfast by over
turning a coffee urn; while chopping wood
he hit himself on the head with a stick,
and returning to the house he slipped and
fell on his face. „
As he was walking up the front steps
an eave trough fell on him. Going to his
room on the second floor by mistake he
opened the cellar door and fell down
stairs. He managed to get to his room,
but when he lay down the bed fell to
the floor.
*
Tongueless He TalKu
J OHN WITZERMAN, a German stone
cutter of Canal Dover, O., performed
the marvelous feat of talking with
out-the use of his tongue. His tongue
was cut out at the Lakeside hospital,
Cleveland, because a cancerous growth
at its base threatened Witzerman’s life.
The cancer was due to the excessive use
of tobacco. The tongue was cut cleanly
off at the root, through a wide incision
in the neck. Great care was taken not
to sever the muscles which sustain the
aesophagus, or gullet, and nature has
increased these muscles to twice their
normal size, to fulfil the function that the
tongue performed in swallowing.
In repeating the alphabet Witzerman
plainly enunciates all the letters except
the linguals and aspirates. In ordinary
conversation these defects are scarcely
noticeable.
*
They Work by Music
A CIGAR manufacturing firm in Tren
ton. N. J., is attracting the attention
of the labor world by certain innovations
for maintaining order, holding the atten
tion and increasing the efficiency of the
200 young women cigarmakers employed
in its factory.
A piano has been placed in the large
work room and a woman is employed to
play it for two hours each day. To keep
the girls off the streets at noon a teacher
has been hired to give free singing les
sons at the factory during the noon hour.
These innovations in New Jersey and else
where In the northern states, assert those
well acquainted with the cigar manufac
turing industry, have been adopted gen
erally in Cuba. Nearly every large fac
tory there has its reader or musician.
*
He Had Iron Hair
AJ1 ELVIN McCANN. a vaudeville actor,
I proved to a Pittsburg magistrate
that he had "iron hair,” thereby se
curing his liberty. The actor had been
arrested on suspicion. McCann’s hair
is several Inches in length and stands
Straight out at the front and sides of his
head. The magistrate asked him why
he didn’t have it cut. McCann explained
that he was an actor, and that he could
carry three men around a room, letting
them take hold of his hair.
"Let’s see you walk out to liberty with
two men hanging on,” said the magis
trate. Two big.policemen clung to Mc
Cann’s hair at the sides of his head, and
McCann calmly proceeded to walk out of
the police court with them.
*
Uses Redhot Iron
JACOB JOHANSEN, of San Francisco,
J has discovered a new punishment for
unruly children. When his son was
believed to have stolen one dollar Johan
sen heated an iron and applied it to
the youth’s face and arms in an effort
to make him confess. The effort was
unsuccessful and the unnatural father is
now in the hands of the law.
*
Night Mare Threw Him
E w. STEWITTINUS. of Chicago, vice
president of the Sterling Manufac
turing Company, of that city. Is at the
West Penn hospital suffering from a sev
ered artery. While struggling in a night
mare in a sleeping car he pushed his foot
through a window and nearly bled to
death.
*
Plays Biggest Horn in World
A FTER a long search a man has been
found who can play the biggest horn
in the world. He is Frank Byers, of
Williamsport, Pa., and is the only person
who can successfully extract music from
its cavernous depths.
d
One-Armed Men’s Club
/"i ARNEG1E, Pa., boasts of having
'—’more one-armed men than any town
in the country twice its size. They have
recently formed a club which has twenty-
five members.
/
QF Interejl to Rank and
VS - File
pawnbroker uses
an emblem of nobility for his sign.
.T„ h L T !^. n v. ll0rse ot royalty is ever before the gate of the
o their v er * y ‘ lt is an 111 day for freemen when they
R^l Z S , and Paines ° n the watchtower.
SOCisl influence ’ an «xtraneous force, but an internal
Th© particular Qualities ot hufiian weak-
When he gets through with them, the fruit trees will bear
no fruit and the shade trees will make no shade this sum-
mer. But he has found a vent for the natural man stifling
within him. If he is not doing anything rash with a meat
saw, you will see him strutting with a proprietorial air and
a very unfarmer-like appearance amid his yard shrubbery
wrapped in horticultural thoughts.
The commonest field for the exercise of rural enthusiasm
is the garden. Few men who start gardens in town ever eat
vegetables out of them; but their intentions are good. They
buy a most promising assortment of garden tools and gar
den seeds, and hire several skilled negro gardeners in suc
cession during the brief vegetable season, in order that they
can feel the keen delight of bending in their shirt sleeves
over a lone and sickly cucumber vine. The garden fever is
always preceded, and in its early stages accompanied, by
hallucinations of crisp, red, round radishes; warty, long
necked, yellow squashes, and mammoth cabbages with the
dew on them. In the latter stage the vegetable wagons stop
daily at the house.
And there is the spectacled old lady in black sunshade and
ancient shawl, with black mitts drawn over her wrinkled
hands, burning the leaves raked from the lawn and digging
up flower beds with a caseknife—God bless her! To her,
spring makes memory seem reality. The good man whose
life was linked to hers and who for a score of years has
been asleep under the grass—the boy who crossed the great
western mountains long ago and never came back to her—
the girl who took a stranger’s name and became absorbed
in a new home that had no room for a grandmother—they
are all restored to her as young wife and mother, with the
love of other days. What an enchantress is spring, to
cheat the hoary patriarclj of the scythe!
In the spring men are reconciled to the earth and ac
knowledge its maternity. At other seasons they may shrink
from it, remembering the grave mold and worms in its bosom,
and the sweat and tears with which its fruits are gath
ered. But now it speaks to them with the telepathy of
infinitude. In fullest flush of.the joy of living, it puts a
“Thanatopsis” in their hearts. They recognize their oneness
with dust.
The voice of the turtle is heard in the land. Who can
blame the spring poet?
A PENNSYLVANIA regiment, noted
for the non-abuse . of its can
teen privileges, the money there
from being all turned over to buy
fruit for the sick, turned out 1.000
strong to listen to the Tlrst sermon
of its chaplain when it went into camp
at Ohdckamauga. The chaplain’s sermon
was directed against the canteen. It was
so effectual that before the following
Srrday the canteen,was (ibollshed. The
men, of course, transferred their patron
age to a saloon outside the camp, and
with the usual results. Instead of half a
dozen prisoners now and then in the
guardhouse, it was all the time filled with
them. On the other hand, the chapel
was empty. The last Sunday the. chaplain
Reached exacth^Relgq.mein gathered to
fiijar him. Wh^^^Bu-KgCthent Returned
'to town the a banquet.
The chaplain of^SLnteen fame arose to
pray. Loud and clear from all over the
church came the cry of the bleaching
boards, "Bat him out! Bat him out!”
The chaplain tried again. Louder came
the cry, "Bat him out!” It was no use.
The chaplain gave ; it up^-both the prayer
and his office as chaplain.
d
A Good J action Story
T HE Indianapolis News relates the fol
lowing of Andrew Jackson’s winter ex
perience at Camp Strother during his first
campaign:
Affairs had now reached such a state,
however, that after the troops returned
to camp Jackson made- a speech to them
and promised that if supplies did not
reach the fort in two days he would* con
sent to a .retreat. The two days passed,
and the supplies did not arrive, so Jack-
son was compelled to keep his promise.
Leaving the fort in charge of 109 brave
fellows who volunteered to hold it the
general with the remainder of the army
sef out on the return inarch.
Only twelve miles' from the fort they
met a drove of cattle. A number of these
were slaughtered, arid, the hunger of the
troops appeased. Theh. the general in
sisted that the army should go back to
the front. But the soldiers were tired of
war and were determined to go home.
One- company moved off, but were turned
back by Jackson and a few loyal men
under Coffee. Then the whole brigade be
came Insubordinate and took the road
homeward.
This move found Jackson alone and un
supported, hut, snatching a musket from
a soldier, he rode out to the front of the
troops. Unable to use his left arm be
cause of a wound received a short time
before the campaign began, in an affray
with the Bentons, he sprang from his
horse, leveled the musket over its neck,
ar.d swore he would shoot the first man
that took a step forward. All authorities
are agreed that when Andrew Jackson
was aroused he was a most terrifying
spectacle. As he stood there swearing at
those mutineers—and he could surpass,
says one of his biographers, “all known
men In the fluency and chain-shot force
and complication of his oaths”—he must
have looked like a very devil incarnate.
Certain it is that the troops hesitated. A
few "faithfuls” gathered round the gen
eral. and at length the armv sullenlv re
turned to the fort. It afterwards de
veloped that the musket Jackson used
was out of order and could not have been
fired. But it served the purpose
*
Old Story a Joke
'THE oft-told and hardly ever correct
or told story of the Vermont soldier
who was sentenced to be shot for
sleeping on his post, and was sup
posed to have been saved from death
by President Lincoln, was told once more
by Congressman-elect Foster recently
says The Burlington Free Press. As so
related it differs from various other ver
sions, but is no less wide of the facts.
In point of fact the soldier was not a
mere “lad" or “stripling,” but a man of
twenty-two years; th e brigade to which
he belonged was not on the march, but
was in the camp It occupied for five
months. His sentence to be shot, end
pardon by General McClellan, in accord
ance with the expressed wish of President
Lincoln, were parts of a solemn farce, in
tended to impress the army with the
enormity of the military crime 0 f a sen
tinel sleeping on his post.
General William P. Smith, who com
manded the Vermont brigade; Colonel
Hudson, the judge advocate of the court
martial; Colonel Veazey, who was a mem
ber of the court martial; Colonel Red-
field Proctor, who. was on General
Smith’s staff, and others in position .to
know the facts have stated that the gener
als never intended that the soldier should
be shot, and that Mr. Lincoln knew this.
The soldier’s father and sister did not
appeal to President Lincoln in person for
the pardon of the son and brother. It
would have been a physical impossibility
for them to have received news of the
sentence, made the journey to Washing
ton and secure an audience with the pres
ident in the few hours that elaped be
tween the sentence and the pardon, and
nothing of the sort took place.
Of course, the prosaic facts of the case,
as stripped of the halo.of romance Which
has been thrown about them, do not les
sen the facts of President Lincoln’s gen
tleness of henr* and love of‘ mercy, ?nd
kindness'"to the unlettered and the lowly
—instances of which were so many In his
history,. But facts are facts, and truth
often varies from poetry; and it is often
well enough to know the truth, even at
the expense of the romance.
*
Press Has War Record
T HIRTY-SEVEN years ago the Six
teenth United States infantry, having
certain rather important business to
transact in the town of Jackson,
Miss., performed the work with much
thoroughness and dispatch, and then, as
a sort of memento of the occasion, took,
seized and otherwise acquired a printing
press that for some mysterious manner
had struck the regimental fancy as a
good thing to have. The ownership thus
established, though perhaps slightly ir
regular, in a few respects, has rever
been contested, in court or out of it, and
the press is still in the possession of
the Sixteenth United States infantry. So,
by a truly strange sequence of events,
we are now in receipt of two copies of
a small but well appearing newspaper
from Aparri, a town in northern Luzon,
Philippine Islands, and these newspapers,
as one of them informs us. were printed
on the very press which the Sixteenth in
fantry took unto Itself so many years
ago while it was transacting important
business in Jackson, Miss.
JbaJ QUAINT Bits From
Aw Animal Life
T
HE mysterious disappearance of two
valuable hounds owned by A. W.
Combs, of Oakland, has been ex-?
plained, and the story behind it proves
one of the most remarkable cases of
canine faithfulness and determination
ever recorded. Combs was one of a party
of hunters who returnd a couple of weeks
ago from a week’s hunting trip In the
mountains back o£ Crescent City, Del
Norte county.
The party had taken along four hounds,
which were missed during the first night
in the mountains. They had evident^
strayed away during the night, and for
the following four days ihe hunters were
without their companions. On the fourth
day, however, two of the hounds returned
to camp, the two belonging to Combs be
ing finally given up for lost or stolen.
When the hunters were ready to start for
home they informed Superior Judge Cut
ler of the mysterious disappearance of the
two hounds and requested him to adver
tise a reward for their return in his
name.
One day Mr. Combs received a letter
from Judge Cutler conveying the happv
news that the hounds had been recovered;
that they were found in the mountains
several mile? from where the Oaklanders
had been hunting, by a miner, who had -
heard them barking for several days. The
miner had gone to Investigate and found
two hounds holding the fort at the base
of a large tree, Into which a bear had
climbed for safety from their attack.
This was nine days after they had re
mained on watch at this particular tree.
They were completely exhausted and.
very nearly starved to death ,as was also
th bear, which the miner killed.
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Siamese Cats as Pets
C IAMESE cats, with their curious
markings and loud, discordant voices,
are now favorites with fashionable wo
men in England, says The Chicago In
ter Ocean. In many respects the ani
mals of Siamese breed are unique among
cats. They follow their owners as a dog
would; they are exceedingly affectionate
and insist upon being nursed, and they
meow* loudly and constantly, as if trying
to talk, and to a deaf person at that.
They have more vivacity than usually
falls to the lot of cats and less dignity.
In color they vary from pale fawn
through shades of brown to chocolate.
There are two varieties, the temple cats
and the palace cats; about the only dif
ference between the two varieties being
that the palace breed is darker in color.
The only sacred temple cats that ever left
the land of their birth were given to
Dr. Nightingale as a mark of special
favor by the king of Siam. They were
named by their new owner Romeo and
Juliet, and are now the property of Lord
Marcus Beresford. There are very ex
pensive, moderate specimens selling for
$30 and finely marked ones bringing from
$73 to $300. Now that many ladies of
rank in England have catteries, the price
of high bred cats is constantly increas
ing. Champion Lord Southampton, a
white Persian, owned by Mrs. Green
wood, was sold for $330, and $250 was re
fused for Zaida, a former cat show cham
pion.
Rabbit Turned Tables
A LITTLE cotton tail rabbit turned the
tables on a party of hunters in a
tragic manner yesterday afternoon,
and through tyranny of fate the humble
hunted became the successful hunter. As
the result, Louis Fries lies at his home
here with a load of shot in his leg abo.ve
the knee and it is not unlikely that he
will die.
Fries, a boy of fifteen; his father, Peter
Fries, and Chris Riech went seven miles
out the Baltimore and Ohio for a hunt.
They walked a mile or two into the woods,
when a rabbit was started. The dog
stayed between the hunters and the rab
bit till the rabbit’s burrow was reached.
The boy reached the burrow first, and,
throwing his gun, which was cocked, upon
the ground, and securing a long pole,
began punching into the hole where the
rabbit had disappeared. The rabbit, tir
ing of his trying position, leaped from the
bole so suddenly as to startle the boy and
confuse the dog. The first bound landed
the rabbit's foot on the trigger of the
guiij The force was sufficient to dis
charge the gun, and the load of shot en
tered young Fries’s left thigh. The range
was short and the shot went Into the boy
in a bunch, making a wound that re
quired an improvised tourniquet to pre
vent death from hemorrhage.
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Dog Can Cotint Sheep
| T is claimed that highly-bred collie
1 dogs can count, because if one sheep
strays from a flock the canine guar
dian at once knows it. Perhaps that is
why a west Philadelphia jeweler has a
collie in his show window. Then, too,
jewelers run the risk of having some
bold thief smash a window, snatch a
handful of precious stones and get away
with them. The proprietor of this store,
which is located on Lancaster avenue, be
tween Thirty-eighth and Thirty-ninth
streets, has secured himself as much as
possible by placing the dog in his window.
The animal watches so quietly that many
persons In passing get the idea that he is
stuffed: but the moment a pedestrian
stops ’n fr.ont of the window, the collie
gives signs of life by shaking his head
from side to side and drawing back his
lips as though ready to growl. From time
to time the dog looks so carefully at the
various articles In the window that he ap
pears to be counting them to see if they
are there.
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Horae in Heroic Role
A BLIND horse wandered Into the
n roill pond at Mountain Grove, and,
getting beyond his depth, he swam around
In a circle trying to find a way
out. His distress attracted a horse which
belonged to Postmaster Charles Z. Have
ner to the water’s edge, which tried to
direct the blind horse to the shore by
neighing repeatedly. Failing in this he
plunged into the water of Black creek,
swam out to the unfortunate animal]
seized its foreton and towed the quadru
ped to terra firma. amid the cheers of
upward of one hundred persons who had
become spectators. The circus people
have made Mr. Havener some fabulous
offers tor his horse, but he refuses to
sell.
SUNSHINE
B ROOKSVILLE. FLA., March 11. 1904.
Editor Sunny South—The first week*
ly number of your magazine has Just
reached me and it gives me great pleas*
ure to see what progress you have made
in giving us a first-class magazine.
I ^subscribe to Pearson’s, McClure’s,
Success and other magazines, including
the Metropolitan, but my family enjoys
The Sunny South much more than any
of the others.
And now since we are to have it*weekly,
as we did the old Sunny South, our pleas
ure will be correspondingly Increased.
T. S. COOGLER. SR.
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Lawrence. Kans.. March 12.1901.—Editor
j Sunny South—I have Just finished reading
The Weekly 8unny South and it
has made such a splendid Impression on
■me that I cannot refrain from telling yon
what epe reader thinks of your paper.
The greatest marvel to me is how it is
possible for you to publtsh such a typo
graphically perfect and faultlessly edited
magazine for such a small sum. Just
think of it. less than a penny a copy?
That hardly pays for the paper. But this
is the kind of enterprise the people ad
mire. Let me know when my subscrip
tion runs out. I don’t want to miss a
single issue. Yours truly.
E. E. MEYER.
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Houston. Tex.. March 12, 1901.—Editor
Sunny South—T know I express the senti
ment of all your Texas subscribers when
I say your edition of last week was a
gem.
I have always been a reader of The
Sunny South and have eagerly awaited
its arrival every month. T am delighted
that I shall receive it every week. The
story on the rehabilitation of Galveston
was great.
Keep up the present lick and your mail
ing list will reach from New York to San
Francisco. Yours truly,
A. D. BLODGETT.
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Greenville, S. C.. March 11, 1301.—Editor
Sunny South—I hardly know how to tell
you how pleased we are to learn that The
Sunny South is to be a: weekly magazine.
There was a scramble for it yesterday
and every one of us Is delighted with it.
We enjoyed Mrs. Bryan’s story so much.
We always read her stories and this
makes our interest in The Sunny South
additional. Anthony Hope’s story Is fine
and we are anxiously awaiting the next
issue of The Sunny South. Yours sin
cerely, (MISS) MAMIE FELDER.
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Atlanta, Ga-, March 11, 3901.—Editor
Sunny South—Allow me to congratulate
you on the appearance of The Sunny
South yesterday. I was pleasantly sur
prised upon receiving The Sunday Con
stitution to find with it a copy of a
paper that I had known for so many
years and I look forward to its weekly
visit with pleasing anticipation. Wishing
y<?u success. I am faithfully yours,
R. J. L.
TRISTRAM
of BLENT
F OR the benefit of the readers of The H
Sunny South who did not begin An- H
thony Hope’s brilliant story. "Tristram of
Blent,” in last week's issue and for those
who have subscribed since that time, a
brief synopsis of the story is herewith
given:
The story opens with the discovery by
Jenkinson Neeld of a scandal in the fam
ily of Sir Robert Edge, of Blent hall.
Lady Adelaide, wife of Sir Robert. I
eloped with Captain Fitzhubert a year
and a half after her marriage and no at
tempt is made on her part or the part of
her husband to secure a divorce. Sir
Robert dies in Russia and immediately on j
receipt of the news of his death Lady
Adelaide and Fitzhubert are married in j
order that on the birth of their child it
will become the legitimate heir to Sir
Robert’s estates. By a peculiar difference
In the time as calculated in Russia and
England they are married one day before
Sir Robert’s death and the fact is not
discovered until after the birth of the
son, Harry. Consequently Harry is not
the rightful heir. They keep the matter
secret, and eventually Harry comes into
possession of the estates and resides at
Blent hall. Unknown to Lady Adelaide,
a Madame Zebriska and Mr. Jenkinson
Neeld are also in possession of the se
cret and Madam Zebriska with her uncle.
Major Duplay, comes to reside at Mer-
rion Lodge near Blent hall.
The first installment closes with the
meeting at Merrion Lodge between Har
ry and Madame Zebriska. The story is
taken up at this juncture in the current
Issue of The Sunny South.
Read It.
COMMENT
C
HICAGO is continually giving us un
mistakable evidence that it is the
real stronghold of advanced wo
men, Boston to the oontrary notwith
standing. Close upon the heels of Mrs.
Carrie. Nation's special visit to Chicago
we note, first, the issuance of aa order
by a Chicago street rcSssay. company
prohibiting its conductors from eating
onions prior to going on duty, and sec
ond, by a judge the granting of two
divorces in one month to a Chicago wo
man.
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The city of Berlin has refused a legacy
of $120,000 left by the late Professor Ba
ron for an orphan asylum conducted on
the vegetarian plan. This under the belt
blow at the higher life was probably the
work of the weinerwurst trust.
d
Europe is slowly awakening to the fact
that its only hope lie3 in the Americani
zation of its ideas and methods. Franca
enjoyed its first lynching the other day.
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Count Boni de Castellane is apparently
afflicted with a morbid dread that his
rich American kinfolk will die disgraced.
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The rising generation need not feel dis
consolate over the emphatic announce
ment that this i3 positively Mme. Bern
hardt’s farewell American tour.
Garden truck and millionaires are
ing lively in Florida.