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Don 9 tDiJcourage Your Boy
If He is Inquifitive
T IS as Important to train one's
self In the habit of observation as
I it is to cultivate any other faculty.
The Indians understand this. Their
minds are not altogether "untu
tored.” They teach their boys to
observe, giving them thorough les
sons in the art of observing, and
also in remembering what they see.
For instance, they will mark out a
circle with sticks thrust into the
ground. Without the circumfer
ence of this circle will be dropped
here and there different articles—a
knife, a feather and so on. Then
the boys are made to run around
the circle and notice every object
which has been placed on the
ground. On returning to the start
ing point, the boy must tell just
what objects he saw in the regular
order in which he saw them. It
would be well if white boys werealways obliged to tell on
the return from a trip of any kind just what they had seen.
Inquisitiveness, so natural in children, should not be dis
couraged. Few parents have enough patience in this respect.
During the time that a child is a walking interrogation point,
its rational curiosity should receive the careful, helpful at
tention of its elders. When its incessant and frequently ab
surd questioning is met with evasive answers, ridicule or re
proof, it gradually loses the faculty of analytical observation,
which is worth more in the grim battle of life ahead than all
the schoolhouse can teach. No man ever became a success who
did not continue to do to the day of his death just what his
childish inquisitiveness was trying to do—reason from cause
to effect. Most men who fail have never had the power to
grasp life in the concrete. Knowing a thing is so, they have
never had the knack of learning why It is so. It is "getting
down to the bottom of things" that counts.
If the development of a child’s habit of
observation
through parental assistance in acquiring knowledge of objects
could be accurately gauged in its effects on making character,
it would probably be found that the Infant mind whose curi
osity was satisfied laid the foundation of success, while the
infant mind whose curiosity was thwarted laid the founda
tion of failure.
The great inventors have very acute powers of observa
tion. No phenomena escape their notice. Mr. Edison has
made many improvements in his wonderful inventions by no
ticing some change which took place accidentally when he
really was working for results in another direction. For in
stance, he was working with his electric light apparatus
when a tool fell on the Incandescent loop and bent it. He
noticed that the light immediately increased, and rightly rea
soning that it was due to the altered shape, he took the
hint and accomplished long sought for results by simply
making an extra turn in the loop.
The faculty of observing philosophically has given the
world all the progress it enjoys. As is well known, so simple
a thing as a falling apple gave Newton the cue to the law
of gravitation, and the steam from the spout of a teakettle
taught Stephenson the secret of the motive power that has
revolutionized transportation and all manufacturing indus
tries.
Some men fall to attribute a phenomenon to the proper
cause.
When In England, Richard Grant White noticed that the
polish on his shoes would not be entirely destroyed while
walking on r lawn after a rain. He mentions this fact in
Ills book on England, and soberly attributes it to the fact
that the rainwater there is not as wet as that in this
country!
Another writer, who could reason as well as observe, I
when in England noticed the same thing when his shoes were
polished with a certain English blacking, but that when the
American blacking which he took with him was used, the
as war. The danger from China lies in the probability of
her making peaceful progress. It concerns tools, not arms.
Japan, representing but a small proportion of the Mon
golian race, has within the last twenty years given the
world an amazing object lesson in the industrial capabilities
of the orient. Already the pagan island kingdom Is a strong
factor in international competition for the eastern market,
with her manifold advantages making it inevitable that she
will outstrip the field.
What of the time when the 400,000,000 people of China, and
the Koreans, too, become manufacturers in imitation of their
siant-eyed brethren across the straits?
Here is the real “yellow horror.” A moment's thought
will disclose the overpowering significance of such a state of
things.
In ail the great commercial countries, manufactures have
iong since progressed beyond domestic consumption. A
foreign outlet has to be found for what goods cannot be sold
at home and it is to find this outlet that nations send diplo
matists to foreign capitals and warships to foreign harbors.
The chief object of conquest Is trade expansion. Great
Britain would experience a famine worse than that in India
if for any reason she failed to find foreign purchasers for her
manufactured products.
• Since, modern progress has brought the factory to every
civilized community, a grand scramble has been going on for
the trade of the nethermost parts of the earth. The de
sires of civilization are assiduously cultivated in heathendom
that trade may follow. China, forced to foreign association
by the cannon of trading nations, came to look to them for a
variety of manufactured goods, and today is the great world-
market: The bone of contention between the powers now
intervening in Chinese affairs is trade.
When China becomes a producer instead of a oonsumer
and bids for the patronage of the whole human family, mil
lions of Caucasians are going to suffer. The trade of a vast
portion of the orient will be monopolized by her, and the non-
manufacturing countries in every quarter of the globe will
be her customers. Her blighting competition will compel free
trade nations to adopt prohibitive protection, and the depths to
which white labor will have to be reduced in the effort to
' sell goods in the open market is something appalling to con
template. Every civilized nation, baffled in the unequal
competition will be driven to retire within its own tariff walls.
It is unnecessary to dwell upon the effect of the loss of their
foreign trade by the great commercial powers.
In such a contigency China would need plenty of guns and
a thorough knowledge of their use, for she would be apt to
find the Caucasian world in battle array before her, and Japan
her ally. If “the yellow horror” culminates in a world-war,
it will be brought about in this way.
There is no limit to the scope of rational speculation along
these lines. What if China, humbled and looted by the
Christian powers at the beginning of the twentieth century,
should ere its close be instrumental in revolutionizing not
only the industrialism, but the social system of Christendom
by her patient, indefatigable toil? Here is something to
think about.
China has made her last stand against occidentalism.
Japan had the same repugnancy against accepting it, but
yielded through the dictation of her admirable common sense.
She did not stop to parley with the inevitable. She set about
studying the source of the power that had compelled her
to abandon well nigh every habit, custom and tradition of
her ancestors, and having discovered it, became an ingenious
imitator. The result was the loss to Europe of the Japanese
market, the formidable competition of Japan in Asia, and
a noteworthy competition in the world at large. China
will follow in Japan's footsteps, and China has ten times as .
many inhabitants as Japan. Think of this enormous mass
of humanity turned into a competitive force under such de
grading conditions of labor as exist in that overcrowded
country!
The Chinaman is as apt a mimic as the Japanese. We
know something of his plodding, careful industry on our
western coasts. He is equipped for fighting the battle of
life loathe last ditch of poverty. When he raises the black
flag of industrialism, God help western civilization!
The day is coming when the pale-faced intermeddlers with
their big guns and pious pretentions will wish they had left
the stolid disciples of Confucius and Tao to nod amid their
poppy fields. On that evil day those fields will be white
with cotton and dotted with sheep, and the heavens will be
dark with coal smoke. Then “the yellow horror” will be
understood, and a grasping civilization hoisted on Its own
petard.
{TfORT Stories, Strayed
*** & or Stolen
I AST winter there was much gossip in
Washington social circles over the dis
appearance of numerous articles of value
after large receptions and dinner parties
at the houses of well known society lead
ers, and several interesting stories were
told in regard to certain kleptomaniacs.
Although the present season is still young,
a remarkable case of this kind has al
ready come to light, says the New York
Mail and Express.
A charming young woman, well known
in social circles at the capital, bought
during the summer a very handsome seal
skin coat. The first occasion she had to
wear it was to an evening reception given
In Washington during the present winter.
She left her coat in the dressing room
and enjoyed herself immensely during the
evening. She was among the last to
leave, but when she went to get her coat
she found it had disappeared, and in Its
place was an old and decidedly shabby
substitute.
With tears in her eyes, she hurried to
her hostess and told her of the loss. Of
course, this lady was greatly shocked r.nd
had a search made for the missing article.
But the coat was gone, and the guest was
obliged to take the old shabby one in Its
place. The next day she received a polite
note from her hostess of the evening be
fore, expressing sincere regret that such
an awkward incident should have hap
pened at her house and adding that no
trace had been found of the missing gar
ment.
During the holidays the lady happened
to mention her loss to a well known New
York furrier, who suggested that it was
the custom among all well regulated es
tablishments on selling a valuable skin
to write thereon the name of the pur
chaser and the date of the purchase, and
that, perhaps, she could tell the owner of
the old sealskin coat In this way, and thus
trace the fate of her new coat. Acting on
this hint, the lining of the old garment,
was ripped out, and there on the skin, in
plain letters, though somewhat worn by
age, was the name of her hostess on the
eventful evening.
Rathor Remarkable Defense
■y HERE is a very bright little girl In
Detroit whose mother is now trying
to teach her that she can use her tongue
with both truth and diplomacy. This is a
difficult task, as the child does a great
deal of reasoning for herself, and has the
straightforward logic of an unprejudiced
mind. A certain incident led up to this
training, says The Detroit Free Press.
The father Had a high-salaried position
in a leading factory. The institution was
absorbed by a trust, and the fathet
thrown out of employment In the heat of
his wrath he repeatedly declared that all
trust and monopoly magnates were rob
bers and thieves, and the little daughter
implicitly believed him. He happens to be
one of those rare men whom it is very
difficult to replace, and he was offered his
former position. But, being shrewd and
knowing his own worth, he was not to be
had except for some stock In addition to
his salary.
So he became a part of a trust, but did
not understand why the little daughter
looked at him so doubtlngly and was more
conservative in the bestowal of her ca
resses. One evening there was company
at the house, and the host became in
volved in a heated political debate with a
peppery guest. The former made a state
ment which the latter flatly denied.
“Why. my dear man,” laughed the host,
“you don’t mean to call me a liar?”
“No, de don’t,” declared the little one,
as she sprang in front of the visitor and
glared at him with flaming eyes, "and I
won’t have it. My papa is a robber and a
thief, but he is no liar!”
Explanation as above was soon secured
from the child, and the hilarity following
the expose was the joy of the evening.
Lengthy Quarrel Ended
could not agree upon a name for their
baby daughter, Mr. and Mrs. 9im Bell
had a serious quarrel, and it was not
until last Sunday night that they spoke
to each other.
During the period of silence they lived
in the same house, ate at the same table
and attended the same church, but there
ua3 a gulf of silence between thsm.
The excitement due to a religious re
vival at Mt. Zion broke down the bar
rier. The event was a. notable one, and
those who witnessed it say it will long
be remembered by them.
The preacher delivered a "strong” ser
mon, full of brotherly love and exhorta
tion, and the congregation was aroused
when he reached his climax. Then there
was a determined call for joiners, and
the choir sang “I Will Arise and Go to
Jesus,” and there were many who went
forward to the mourners' bench to pray
and ask forgiveness.
Among these were Mr. and Mrs. Bell.
They met at the altar with a common
purpose in mind, and, strange’ as it
seemed to the population of the commu
nity present, the heat of the religious ex
citement buried down the wall of si
lence; they looked a* each other with
questioning glances for a moment: then
their hands met; hot tears fell, and there
was an embrace and endearing words.
The other mourners caught the spirit
of the occasion and gathered around the
happy couple with hymns and jtrayers
and thanksgiving.
Ho Was It
NB of those glided youths who "don’t
care to dance, old chappie; too much
of a beastly bore.” was recently taken
dewn in a manner which hugely delighted
tlie hearers. Airing himself in a London
ball room, he was pressed by his host
to take part in the worship- of Terpsi
chore, but for a Iong time resisted. At
last, mJved by the statement that his
proposed partner was exceptionally pret
ty and an heiress withal, he relented.
"Well, twot her out, deah boy.” he
drawled.
He was promptly led up to tho expect
ed fair one. but unfnrtunateiv ;he had
overheard his remark. The introduction
took place, and the maiden, raising her
pince-nez, surveyed him with a critical
air for some score of seconds. Than with
a shrug and a perfect imitation of the
youth’s lisping drawl she said:
"No. thanks, deah boy; twot him back
again."
How tixm Princess Disappeared
A CERTAIN Captain Worcester, who
has a talent for story telling, recently
related this to a choice company %t con
genial spirits. It is too good to be lost.
He was once entertain! Qg two foreign
princes to dinner on board his ship. After
dinner his distinguished guests expressed
a wish to go over the ship. Captain Wor
cester, having some special business to at
tend to, put them in charge of a quar
termaster. Half an hour afterwards, to
his dismay, the quartermaster appeared
without the royal guests.
“If you please, sir,” said the man, sa
luting. “wot am I to do? Them two
kings has fallen down a hatchway!”
Mmx Nsed It Them
T HE downtrodden husband has found
a champion in the Delaware legisla
ture In the person of Representative Ew
ing. It is the law in Delaware that wife-
beaters shall be flogged at the whipping
pest. Mr. Ewing has introduced a bill
extending the operation of the law to
husband-beaters as well. He proposes
that the woman who beats her husband
shall be flogged at the post, and that the
aggrieved husband shall have the priv
ilege of wielding the lash.
Contents
FIRST PAGE
TRISTRAM of BLENT
ANTHONY HOPS
EDITORIAL PAGE
Editorial*
Solsctod Matter
Junihin*
THIRD PAGE
Grow* of Fraak Trass
D A Wilier
Ethic* of the Under World
Joiish Flyat
Lines on Mercia mad Spring
Famous Poets
FOURTH PAGE
The World’s Week
Millionaires Com* South
Peeress to th* Rescue
FIFTH PAGE
Chinos* Province Would bo
Annexed 8 Guw W Welker
The Perils of Modern Pho
tography M C Craft
SIXTH PAGE
True Stories about Southern
Ghosts P Mrs Hugh Hagan
Snapshots at Great Opera
Singer* P Lawrence Reamer
TRISTRAM of BLENT
Continued from First Patfe
SEVENTH PAGE
Of Special Interest to Women
Women Before th* Public
Value of Folding Furniture
From Parlor to Kitchen
EIGHTH PAGE
Literature
Kelitfion
mm
IntereJi to Rank and
# File
Want Slays More Genius
Than it Produces
polish Was no more permanent In the wet grass of that coun
try than in America.
While the detective and the descriptive writer need the
keenest powers of observation, there is no profession, business
or trade where a thorough development of this faculty is not
of great value to the one possessing it.
Let Us Regard the Real
Yellow Horror
ANT notes of warning Tiave been
sounded by the prophets of the
^ anent the peril of arousing
Mm MM the martial spirit of China. They
lHf have pointed out the fact that of
W late years the International rela
tions of the Flowery Kingdom have
been calculated to implant in the
breasts of the Chinese an impllcable
hatred of the western peoples,
awaiting only a state of military-
preparedness to seek revenge In the
most stupendous race war of all
history. The nightmare conjured
up by these fax-seeing alarmists Is
analogous to the Invasion and sub
jection of ancient civilized Europe
bv the barbaric Gotns and Vandals.
They picture some Mongol Alaric
lording it over London, and some
Chinese genseric taking tribute in
New York. The Caucasian nations
have long been engaged in a keen
rivalry to sell the Chinese
government modem arms and
improved accoutrements of
war. This, it is urged, is putting a scourge in pickle for
their own backs, and it is demanded that the line on com
mercial enterprise be drawn here. "Arm the fanatical hordes
of Asia,” say these entertaining speculatlsts, "and continue
to teach them the art of war and how to manufacture their
own guns, and the day will come when the yellow race will
be the conqueror of Christendom.”
This pig-tailed bugaboo is generally referred to as "the
yellow horror,” and there are many very grave and thought
ful persons who believe the future may hold such a startling
calamity in store for the human race. The world has not
progressed to such a degree of enlightenment that it is secure
from the danger of history repeating itseif even tq the extent
of a barbarian invasion or a relapse into barbarism. There
is nothing so fantastic in the Idea.
However, admitting that "the yellow horror” is a reality,
we do not think It will exert its baleful Influence on man
kind in the manner described. Fence has menaces as great
N a cold wintry night in Paris, but
a few weeks since,.a wretched chair
lodging room was the scene of an
unconscious exhibition of rare ge
nius that astounded artists whose
paintings command the best posi
tions on the walls of the salon.
The place was one of those low-
ceillnged, gloomy basements fur
nished with long, unpainted tables
and wood-bottomed chairs, where
the outcast who has still two
sous can And refuge from the
inhospitable streets. The "lodger”
is given a chair, it costs nothing
extra to pillow his head on his
arms on the table, so he sits
straight and does not encroach on
his neighbor’s space, and there is a
miserly warmth in the foul-aired
room.
Into this den of "the miserables”
a distinguished company of Parisian
artists chanced to go while "slum
ming,” and there, amid an hundred
human beasts, himself a king of
’ beasts, they unearthed a ge
nius with a lump of chalk. With
the permission of the keeper of the den, tho great unknown,
for the price of a bottle of wine, sketched Christs, Madonnas
and apostles on the dingy walls, and he drew them so well
that the artist spectators were literally spellbound. In five
minutes he chalked on the dingy plaster an "Ecce Homo”
that great critics swore was an artistic conception that sur
passed Guido’s, and outlined a face study of Hagar that was
copied on every easel In the Latin quarter. After that night
the den keeper removed his tables and chairs and converted
his den into an art gallery. Bohemian Paris came in swarms
and paid one franc admission. The passing hobo's genius
earned the landlord a competency in a fortnight and himself
a bottle of cheap wine.
Who was he? Whence came he? Whither went he? Just
as the admiring critics "discovered” him, he slipped out into
the night with his wine under his ragged blue workman’s
blouse. It was whispered with mysterious head shakes that
the genius could not afford to be "discovered” on acoount of
the police. It was remarked that his hands were neither
those of an artist nor a thief. They were overgrown and
gnarled like the hands of a peasant.
It has been said that genius is a species of insanity. Some
day it will also be shown to be closely allied to criminality.
Its analog}' with vagabondage has long been recognized.
But it is not our purpose here to speculate on the strange
properties of the unspeakable gift. There Is material for a
column in that.
This pastel from Paris suggests the question whether much
of what we call genius really falls by the wayside unknown,
and without ambition to be known; and if so, why?
It is commonly held that genius is lowly bom and edu
cated in the hard school of necessity. True it is that many
of the world’s greatest have reached the goal of fame through
the gauntlet line of work and want,
The point raised is this: Do not slavish labor and abject
poverty, which are synonymous, crush and cheat of assertion
infinitely more genius than they spur into expression?
Probably for every Milton that has raised his calm, blind
face to heaven and visualized angelic hosts to the earth-bent
eyes of men, a score of "mute, inglorious Miltons” have re
turned to the dust with as great "Lost Paradises" in their
inarticulate souls. Some of these voiceless ones may have
been too great to sing, deeming expression vanity. But this
thought, too, might be dilated into a column on "What Is
Greatness?” Most of them, no doubt, were too hard pressed
by the twin wolves of labor and poverty to find time or mind
to sing.
Unable to command the leisure to enjoy the beautiful and
answer the prayer of his nature, maybe this artist in the
Paris chair lodging turned tramp or criminal to find a vent
for his artistic sense.
The ranks of labor hold hopeless aesthetes in thrall. Fan
cy the man of genius trying to catch the music of the spheres
amid the rattle and jar of machinery. He must keep on the
treadmill for barest bread, while others have liberty to dig
with no better tools than he possesses for the pot of gold at
the foot of the artistic rainbow.
Woe to the poet who essays to sing in this materialistic
age! The discordant rumble of commerce—the empty cackle
-of society—there is no interval in which he will be listened to
The literary genius of the first half of the nineteenth century
would have perished still-born in the latter half. The lament
is frequently heard that the giants are becoming extinct.
Have not the few victories of genius over want blinded
us to the many great minds that have writhed crushed and
emaciated at our doorsteps?
Small wonder, then. If they have been driven to chair lodg
ings end crime,
E VERYBODY knows what a nervous
and erratic character is General
“Joe” Wheeler, of Alabama. When
he delivered a speech In the house he
was like a fly on a hot griddle, and The
Record alweys contained about a dozen
columns which he added to his speech af
ter he had apparently concluded. At San
tiago, it will be remembered, he climbed
a tree in his anxiety to see everything
that was going on, but all the war stories
told about him In connection with the Cu
ban campaign do not equal the incident of
the civil war which an ex-confederate in
the senate recalled.
One day the confederate ?.rmy was hur
ried off upon a forced march to Intercept
Grant. At the close, of the day the sol
diers were without Rations, end Colonel
Russell seized a flour mill, which was run
by a little stream emptying into the Ten
nessee river. Th 0 mill ground away for
an hour or two nnd then the water in
the creek was exhausted. At this Junc
ture General Wheeler arrived upon the
scene.
"What’s the trouble?” said Wheeler.
"No water,” said Colonel Russell.
General Wheeler danced around In his
nervous fashion. “Colonel,” he said, “why
didn’t you establish a line of men with
buckets, ns they do at a fire, and have
them pass water up from the stream be
low and throw It upon the wheel?”
Colonel Russell did not laugh. He drew
himself up. saluted his superior in mili
tary fashion, and sneezed. If a phono
graph had caught the sneeze there would
have been evidence that the colonel swore.
How Slzolls Are Dodtfsd
A CURIOUS fact as regards shell fire
seems to me to be that the nearer
you are to these terrible explosions the
less likely you are. to be injured, short
of the shell striking you before bursting,
writes an English correspondent.
An instance of this occurred not long
ago. Two of the staff were in the chem
ist's shop in the market square; a big
shell burst immediately outside; most
of it came through the window and went
out at the roof; the four persons stand
ing at the counter were uninjured, but a
white man and a nigger about a hundred
yards away were both cut in two and died
on the spot. I certainly do not think
any one here wishes to be under shell
fire again under similar circumstances,
and yet it has its funny Incidents.
It often occurs to me how comic the
scene would be to an aeronaut hovering
over the town toward evening.
After a heavy day’s shelling, when the
sun is about setting, the owners of the
various bomb-proofs emerge and sit on
the steps or the the sandbags of their
shelters conversin' 1 ’ with their neighbors
and discussing the occurrences of the
day. All of a sudden tinkle goes a bell,
and down go all the heads, just as one
has often seen rabbits of a summer even
ing disappear into their holes at tho
report of a gun. In a few minutes the
explosion is over, and up they come
again to see what damage has been done
by the last missile.
Use of Abbreviations
N amusing story illustrating Brit
ish officialism comes from South Af
rica» The colonel of a pioneer regiment,
repairing the railroad after one of Gen
eral DeWet’s many breakages, discov
ered a fine, empty house, which he pro
ceeded to occupy as headquarters. When
the news of the colonel’s comfortable
quarters reached Bloemfontein he re
ceived a telegram which read as follows:
"G. T. M. want house.”
The colonel was unable to make out
what "G. T. M.” meant, and applied to
officers, who translated it as “general
traffic manager.”
"All right,” said the colonel. “If he
can use hieroglyphics, so can I.” So he
wired back:
"G. T. M. man G. T. H.”
Two days later he received a dispatch
from Bloemfontein ordering him to at
tend a board of inquiry. On appearing
in due course he was asked what he
meant by sending such an insulting mes
sage to a superior officer.
“Insulting,” repeated the colonel, inno
cently. "It was nothing of the kind.”
“But what do you mean?” demanded
his superior, “by telling me I can ‘G.
T. H.?’ ’’
"It was simply an abbreviation," re
plied the colonel. ’G. T. M. (general
traffic manager) can G. T. H. (get the
house).’ ”
Comparison of Casualties
A DMIRAL VAN REYPEN, surgeon
general of the navy, has prepared
an Interesting statement showing that
there were more casualties in the
United States navy during the recent
trouble in China than there were during
the entire Spanish-American war.
As there is no exact time fixed for the
opening of hostilities in China, June 13 is
adopted. The period of trouble in China
runs from June 13 to October 13, tho first
regiment of United States marines depart
ing from China on the latter date. With
in that period there were 129 casualties
from all causes, of which 30 resulted In
death. The greatest number of casualties
came from gunshot wounds. June 21,
there were 34 casualties of this kind. The
cases of heat stroke also ran high, with
2 deaths, 11 serious cases short of death,
and many minor ones. The entire num
ber of gunshot wounds was 96.
During the Spanish-American war the
gunshot wounds not only were fewer in
number, but decldely less fatal, the per
centage of deaths 'being 19 In the Spanish-
American war and 26 in China. This wad
largely due to the fact that the Spaniards
used the small Mauser projectiles, while
the Chinese used large bore guns, shell
and shrapnel
The marine guard in Pekin suffered the
worst loss, for out of 66 men 8 were killed
and 9 wounded, making 30 per cent of cas
ualties.
Army Health Statistics
C URGEON GENERAL STERNBERG
has received a report from Colonel
Greenleaf, chief surgeon of the division
of the Philippines, giving some interest
ing statistics, in regard tq the health of
the army in that quarter. The report
is dated Manila, January I5th last. At
that time the strength of the command
was 67,415, and the percentage of sick was
7.49. The. consolidated weekly report of
hospitals in the division shows 2,400 sick,
of which 300 were cases of malaria fe
ver, 326 dysentery, 253 wounds and in
juries, etc. There were 83 deaths among
the troops during the month ended Janu
ary 15th.
Colonel Greenleaf says that he regards
the health of the command as good.
JHe Sew Her Husband
A NUMBER of returned officers from
r* South Africa recently attended an
exhibition of moving pictures in London,
■when In one of the South African scenes
they recognized an officer friend. The
wife of the officer, on being told of this,
wrote to the manager and asked that this
picture might be put on on a certain even
ing, when she would purposely journey
from Glasgow. She had not seen her hus
band for over a year, but at last observed
him in a group—on the screen of a cine
matograph.
NINTH PAGE
The Advancement of Nee*
Zeeland d Frank Carpenter
Doom of Greatest Gambling
City on Esrthd Curtis Brown
Goortfiens Helped Capture
These Filipinos
TENTH PAGE
Mescal d Jos* Do Olivares
At th* Reinbow’s End
Jock London
Sunshine
Glenn Allen, Miss., March 15, 190L—Ed
itor Sunny South: You will find Inclose] tS
to pay foe. six yearly subscriptions to tho
dear family paper I - love so much—the
old, reliable Sunny South. I am so glad
to see the very fine paper you issued
March 9th. I am also very proud to
know that the dear old paper is to be a
weekly again.
I procured these subscribers In s few
minutes after I received the first num
ber since the change. Yours respectful
ly, W. B. PINSON, M. D.
Old friend in New Garb >
Nashville, Tenn., March 20, 1901.—Editor
Sunny South: I have just returned from
a trip into a sister state and on my re
turn find the two last Issues of The Sun
ny South. My family was so well pleased
with the old friend in new garb that I
cannot refrain from writing to you telling
you of the pleasure you are bringing to
subscribers. We are delighted that The
funny South is to come every week. The
hew management has worked w^vJei 1 ? T
and certainly deserve success. Yours
truly, T. W. WILLIAMS.
Should Reach Ev*ry Hem*
Cumberland, I. T., March 16, 190L—Ed
itor Sunny South: I am so pleased, grat
ified and rejoiced that the Sunny South
has again become a weekly paper. The
Sunny South was formerly (when a
weekly) the best literary paper in the
United States and I doubt not that it
will become to be even a greater paper
than it ever was. It should reach every
southern home.
Two of your editorials in the Issue of
March 9th, "Why the Country Boy Has
the Advantage,” and “Genius and Some
of His Fellow Worms,” are excellent.
Respectfully, JOHN H. MASON.
QUAINT Bits From
Aw Animal Life
O /ERWHELMED with grief by
death of his mistress, "Gip,” a bird
dog owned by Mrs. J. Shepard, who died
at her home in Norfolk January 29th,
aged eighty-four years, starved himself
nearly to death and had to be shot. For
five weeks the dog did not eat a morsel
of food of any kind nor leave the room
in which Mrs. Shepard spent her last
days, save when he went to the Center
cemetery and laid beside his former mis
tress’s grave for hours at a time.
Immediately after the death of Mrs.
Shepard a noticeable change came over
“Gip.” On the day of the funeral he fol
lowed the procession to the burying
ground. Since then he has whined al
most continually night and day. The best
in the market was bought and cooked for
the dog, but he would not touch It.
Seeing "Gip” fast starving to death, it
was decided to end his sufferings, and the
faithful animal was shot. The dead dog
was known by the contingent of New
Yorkers who own summer residences in
Norfolk, and was a pet of Frederick M.
Shepard, of East Orange, N. J., head of
the rubber combine and nephew of the
late Mrs. Shepard.
Captured Live American Eagle
A LIVE American eagle was captured
by policemen of the Fiftieth street
station in Washington park, Chicago, re
cently.
Captain James Madden was driving
across the north end of the park when
he saw the big bird flying only a few
feet above the trees. He hastened to a
telephone and notified the sergeant at
the station to send out men to assist him
in capturing it. Patrolmen Crane and
Lavin, who have done more or less eagle
catching in the west, succeeded in snar
ing the big feathered creature.
They first secured some strong cord,
and then getting a chunk of meat from
a butcher shop, went over to where the
captain was waiting. The eagle was soar
ing just above the artesian well. A noose
In the cord was laid in an open place and
the | the meat placed in the inclosure. The po
licemen then withdrew to a clump of
bushes. They waited several minutes,
during which time the eagle was narrow
ing the circle in which It tf&s flying.
Suddenly, with a shriek, it pounced upon
the meat. Policeman Crane jerked the
string and the native of western hills was
caught by the claws in the noose.
This is the second eagle captured in
Chicago this winter. The first one was
killed In South Chicago by a hunter.
Dog’s Long, Cold Rid*.
F LOATING on a cake of ice and whin
ing and shivering, a fox terrier was
discovered by persons at work on the
docks yesterday afternoon near the har
bor. The ice was flowing into the river
fiom the lake in large cakes, and the
current carried it at a high rate of speed.
How the little dog got on the cake of ice
is a mystery-
Several dock hands put out !n boats to
rescue the suffering animal, out the
heavy rush of the See cakes and the
rapid current made progress for row-
beats almost imiossfble, and the dog, in
his ice boat, went plunging down the
river. Passing under the State and
Clark street bridges the animal was seen
by many sympathetic pedestrians, and
some one telephcred to the Chicago ave
nue police station.
When near Franklin street George Lar
sen, a boatman on one of the freight
scows, caught sight of the castaway. He
pushed out in a rowboat and rescued the
dog. On its collar were the initials "E.
J.” Where it came from is a mystery,
but vesselmen say it is possible that .’he
icy ride began across the lake.
Rooster Polls s Cert
O J. PLUMASON, of Luverne, Minn.,
is the owner of a giant Buff Cochin
rooster which has been trained to trot
in harness, pulling a tiny cart, in which
rides the baby son of its owner. Golden
Duke is the name of this strangest of
fowls, and It is a prize winner in its class
as well as a freak. The big bird was
broken to harness by the boys of the
Plumason household, and now seems to
enjoy its work. It wears a little har
ness and is guided by reins which It car
ries in its bill. It is the master of several
gaits, and at the word of command,
given by the small child who is driving,
it will walk, run, trot or come to a stand
still. At home In the country the b'g
rooster often pulls the cart and its occu
pant for half a mile or more without
stopping.
Followed His Dog to Daath
pHARLES MELCHOR’S downfall began
with the death of his dog, Don, and it
was the succession of events following
the tragedy that has culminated now
with the old man’s suicide by drinking
carbolic acid.
Melchor was for fourteen years an
engineer in a South Omaha brewery.
Soon after Don’s death a stranger sought
to sell Melchor another dog. The old
engineer grabbed the animal and threw
It into the furnace, where it was burned
to death. For this act he was discharged
by the brewery. Yesterday his body was
found at Loveland, la. It lay beside the
railroad track. An empty vial labeled
carbolic acid was lying near it. Today
the body was identified as that of Mel
chor.
Anothar 014 Goose
A GOOSE on the farm of Mr. Watkins
Oilfach Maen, South Wales, reached
the extraordinary age of forty-one years
last spring. Up to ten years ago this
goose laid regularly, and has hatched
and brought up hundreds of goslings.
For some time now she has not mixed
with or taken any notice of the other
geese and the solitary journey of. the poor
old thing toward the end of Its long and
useful life is pathetic to behold, although
she Is treated with every kindness by ber
kind-hearted owner,
LessThsn a Penny Cosy
Jackson, Miss., March 18, 1901.—Editor
Sunny South: You certainly must possess
a secret that has never before come to
light in the publishing world in order to
be able to publish such a magnificent pa
per as The Sunny South for less than a
penny a copy. And the wonder grows
when one reads the paper and discovers
that the class of matter is equal, even
superior, to that found in higher priced
northern papers. But I am one of the
beneficiaries of this secret and will not
attempt to discover it, resting with th*
wish that you may prosper. Yours tru
ly J. B. ANDERSON.
Strong Editorial PaR*
Charleston, S. C., March 18, $K)L—Editor
Sunny South: I wish to take this method
of expressing to you my sincere thankr
for the excellent paper you are publish
ing. I have been a subscriber to The
8unny South for many years and have
watched It with the pride a southerner
feels in southern enterprises. Its change
into a weekly I regard as a move in the
right direction and its improvement is
marked. I regard the editorial page as
its strongest feature and the subjects
and your handling of them ean but cause
the admiration of thinking men and wo
men. May you prosper! Yours truly,
B. H. BROOKS
Greet Literary Journal
J. J. Peterson, Attorney and Counsel
lor at Law, Eutaw, Ala., March 12, 1901-—
Editor Sunny South: I am delighted to
know that the south at last is to have a
journal of literature.
It is very embarrassing to a southern
student to come lr. contact with his
northern brethren in literature, when
they can speak of so many magnificent
and growing publications—publications of
a literary nature—that thrive north of
the Mason and Dixon line; that are fed,
as it were, by northern capital, and are
furnished almost entirely by northern
and foreign talent—and, alas, he must
remain silent as to the literary worth ot
his own clime.
I have often met literary students of
the northern states—and students of ac
knowledged genius and ability—who fall
to see the worth of the south, because
our people seem to be so Indifferent to
self-culture, from a literary standpoint.
Where are our great magazines that
throb the pulse of the literary world?
Echo answers where? Poe was a south
erner, but the south denied her genius
the food and raiment that were neces
sary for the maintenance of life, and the
north had to take him In his distress and
proclaim his gifts to the world.
Such should not be the case. The south
ern people should aid In the advance
ment of southern interests.
I trust that your magazine will become
a shining light in the literary world,
and if there be any favor that I can per
form in its behalf, I shall be glad to do
so without charge. May success be yours.
Yours respectfully, J. J. PETERSON,