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ATLANTA, GA„ TVEEK ENDING /UNE 15, 1901
NUMTtER 15
jz? Pore Joanner ^
*RS. DOBSON threw a
shawl over her head
and opening tho hark
door, hastened across
the yard and down tho
dusky road. It was a
rainy evening In No
vember. Tho wind
whistled through the
naked trees. The hills
were bare and cold, the
gardens dead, tho
meadows desolate. The
mountains were out
lined darkly against
the somber sky.
Mrs. Dobson moved
panting])' up the box-
bordered walk In Joan
na's front yard. The house looked
gloomy and de&ertod. The dead vines
which clung to the old veranda rustled
dismally in the wind.
She opened the door without knocking
and entered. Sally Sturges and Mary
Susan Tompkins sat in Joanna’s bedroom
talking solemnly in the ghostly firelight.
To Mrs. Dobson’s manifest disappoint
ment they had completed the task of
"la yin’ Joanner out.” Mrs. Dobson
’’loved to lay folks out.”
'Tlowdydo, Mis’ Dobson?” said Mary
Susan. “We're real glad you’ve come.
Me an’ Mis’ Sturges was feeiin’ sorter
lonesome n-sottin’ in here with nobody
but jist us an" Joanner.”
“I’d ’a’ ben over sooner—ef I’d ’a’
knowed Joanner—was gone!” gasped
Mrs. Dobson. "Whew! I’m plum beat
out! I’m gittln’ so portly here lately that
1 kin sceercely navigate.”
She went to the couch, and lifting the
cloth with which Mrs. Pitt's face was
covered, gazed long and earnestly at the
dead woman's statue-like features. Pend
ing over, she kissed the patient lips and
laid her hand caressingly upon the toil-
worn lingers.
“She^looks awful natcliul, now, don't
she?” she observed Interrogatively.
“She don't look much like Joanner
I’itt,” said Mrs. Sturges in her brisk,
matter-of-fact way, "but she looks more
like Joanner Bends than she's looked
fer the last ten ye’r. W’y, she looks
real happy. Debby!”
"Pore Joanner!" said Mrs. Dobson, as
she laid ffre, <;V,” gfg tegdflff.- *
* "1 sit a sight, o' store by Joanner," said
Mary Susan with the shine of tears in
her soft sweet eyes.
"I’ve neglected Joanner shameful late
ly,” said Mrs. Dobson, “but it looks like
1 ain't had no chanst to git out nowher'
sceercely sence the children's ben laid up
with the chickun-pox. Hawg-killtn
time’s a busy seasin, anyways, an here
Thanksglvin’ ’s a-eomin’ on, too.”
••■\Ye was awful sorry to lay her out In
that ole brown alpacy,” said Mrs. Stur
ges “She didn’t have nothin’ else that
was iitten, an’ Sam Pitt's too stingy to
git a s’roud.”
"’lnem Pitts is all as dost ns the bark
on a tree,” said Mrs. Dobson. "Sulvester
6avs in ids jokin' way that he shouldn’t
wonder ef the cat-air of the stummiek
wa’n’t sent on ole Mis' Drusiller 1 itt as
a jedgmint fer her stinginess. Sulvester,
lie’s so misehievious.’
“ Xn* 1 wisht vou could see Joanner s
ondcrclo’es. Mis ; Dobson!” Mary Susan
put in indignantly. “She ain t had nary
a stitch sence she were married. Them
raegedtv pieces slavin' over there in the
burerdror is the very ones I helped to
make fer her weddin’ outfit.”
-Joanner cerfn’y ain't ben extrava-
gunt." Mrs. Dobson acquiesced. u Her 3
Sam?” she inquired.
•Tie's alayin' on the kitchun floor,
gaily Sturges responded. ‘Tie's in licker
t0 "ne wouldn’t be a Pitt of lie wa’n’t In
ll. ker" said Mrs. Dobson savagely. He
up an’ sold all o' pore Joanner’s weddin
presents jist ftpurpls to gratify his sin
ful appertite. That tliere silver-plated
ice pitcher I give Joanner is a-settin on
Mis’ Blevuns’s parler table this very
minute Everybody knows Siius Blevuns
taken it on a licker debt. I give half
mv turkey money fer that pitcher, too!
Did Joanner die easy?” she inquired.
"She died easier nor ever she'd lived,
Mis" Dobson. She talked a right smart
to me, but she never had much to say to
nr,- Pitt. She helt my hand. ’You've
-he
Mr. Pitt.
ben awful good to me. Mary Susan,
1 want you to have Nathun's little
That's my last
I ain't got nothin’
she says. T reekin youall
think I never keered much about little
Nathun,’ she says. ’I never let on,’ she
pays.
clo’es as a keepsake
will an’ testimony,
else to leav
By Miriam Sheffey
says. ‘I ain’t ono o’ tho cryin’ kind. But
tiler’ ain't ben n hour when I ain't
thought about him. An’ of nights when
I'd be a-layin* in bed an' couldn’t sleep,
I'd git to thinkln’ about the little grave
out there under the stars, an'—O Mary
Susan!’ she says, ’I ain't sorry to 'lie,
Mary Susan,’ she says. 'Of course, I
ain't a complainin’ of Sam, but still I
ain't sorry to die. I'm plum beat out,’
she says. ‘Tell um to make my grave
alongside o’ little Nathun’s,’ she says,
‘Jist as dost as they kin git it. I’m
tired, Mary Susan,’ she says, ‘so tired.
Sing “Rest fer the Weary,” ’ an’ whilst
I were a-singln’ it. she died. I was glad
she went off so peaceful.”
“She ain't never ben the same sence
little Nathun died.” said Sally.
“She ain’t never ben 'the same sence
she married Sam Pitt." said Mrs. Dob
son.
“No, she ain’t. Debby. but she's ben
mo-y changed than ever lately. It was
the straw that broke the camel’s back
when he was took.”
“T wouldn’t ’a’ b’lieved that anybody
could 'a' changed as much as Joanner.”
Mary Susan began agnin in her tender
voice. “I used to set an’ look at her an’
wisht that T could he like her fer jist
one day. Looked like the sunshine come
when she come nil' went when she went.
1 reekin I never kin fergil the day she
run in an’ tole us about her weddin’ an’
said would T lip maid of lioner. She had
on a white dress, an' a big straw hat
with a daisy wreath round the crownd.
‘Me an' Sam’s agoin' to git married!’
she says. Maw taken her hand an'
stroked it. ‘Hadn’t you better wait
awhile, Joanner?' she says. ‘You're
young yit, child. T don’t like to see you
mnrryin’ Sam.’ ‘La, Sam’s reformed'.’
she says. ‘Youall jist wait nn' see how
well I’ll manage him! I ain't agoin’ to
have much of a weddin’,’ she says; ‘maw
an' paw Is so set agin my mnrryin’. But
I’m agoin’ to git married in white,’ she
says. 'Sam. he likes white,’, she says,
an’ then she turned as red as that there
shawl o' yourn, Mig' Dobson, an' run
away laughin’. Anybody that had ’a’
knowed Joanner then wouldn’t ’a’ ricer-
nlzed her three ye'rs later.”
"Looked like the whole place went into
mournin' the day Joanner got married,”
commented Mrs. Sturges.
“An' it wa’n’t two weeks afore her
troublps mnjmmccii " M
v- h tec or. ?" .-be inquired.
“Me an’ Mis Sturges.” Mary Susan re
plied. _ , ,
”T wisht T could stay, but T woman t
dnst to leave them cliildern all night with
nohodv but jist Sulvester. Childern ain’t
safe with a man-person. noways.
They're, all right with women-peoples. I
hope the funer'l 'll be on Friday. I don t
git out nowher’ of a Snd-day, bein's it s
my busy day, an' I wouldn't m iss Jo'in-
ner’s funer'l not fer money. Buryin’s
ain't ben very lively lately.”
"Mr. Pitt ain't never sobered up enough
yit to make no n’rangemints.” said Mary
S "Trockin Sapphire Loveday’U come out
in The Brownsville Trumput next week
with a piece about .Tnanner." saF! Mrs.
Dobson. ‘‘She’ll set up all night await In
for a inspiration.” .
“T wish T could write po’etrv like Sap-
phiry.” sighed Ma.rv Susan, looking wist
fully into the fire, "but I ain’t never Vcn
nn scribe.” _ ,, ,,
“Thov sav Sapphlry’s in a dorline, snia
Mrs. Dobson. “I’d bo in a decline, too.
ef T had sioh a face as that onto me. I
thank my stars I ain’t got no disflgger-
m '’Yon fergit Sapphire's ill-favered when
von read her pieces,” said Mary Susan,
who entertained a warm admiration for
tll “Yas‘ ! 'yon 1 'do!’ Mary Susan." Mrs. Dob
son admitted. "There’s that pome she
made about little David Spooner. _ r k.mw
that there piece by heart. It s a dors ben
one o' mv faver-ites. There's one verse
in pertic'ler that sorter takes my eye,
wher’ it says:
“No longer will you hear the childish
prat ter of little Dave. ,
Fer bis darlin' little body lies a-mold rln
He’S 1 £oiVe°t<f that bright celescbul shore
VTier’ he won't never have croup 1.0
He's'raised the fadin' things of time
An' left lovin' parients, an' two brother
in laws an’ six sisters benlnd.
“It’s so sweet an' comfcrtin , said
iMarv Susan, wiping the tears from her
eyes with the corner of her gingham
a! At'thls point the conversation languish
ed Even to- loquacious Mrs. Dobson be
came abstracted, and for some momenta
gazed steadily into the fire. The wind
wailed about the house, and the chill No
vember rain dashed against tho wooden
shutters. The fire reared and cracked up
the old-fashioned chimney. Out in tho
woodshed Joanna's dog howled piteously
as if lamenting the vanished spirit of his
mistress.
' It's sich a pity Joannor had to go an'
die jist when the bad weather is a-settin'
In,” said Mrs. Dobson at, last. "It's aw
ful dismul puttin’ dead folks away in a
drizzle.”
“An' flowers is so sceerco this time o'
tlio yo'r, too," supplemented Mrs. StuiVes.
”1 got some chrysanth’ums I ben a-sav-
in' fer Joanner,” said Mary Susan. "I
was nfeerd they’d be out o' bloom afuro
she died, though I didn't think she could
last much longer. She was ailers partial
to chrysanthe’ums. I know you won’t
b'ileve it, Mis’ Dobson,” she continued
with emphasis, "but Joanner’s maw ain't
ben nigh this house! She ain't even so
much as sent the hired man over to ast
after Joanner!”
"W’y Mary Susan! You don’t tell me!
But then I ain’t surprised at nothin' them
Demises does. Mis' Beinis is got the on-
ferglvunest dispersitlon ever I knoweu.
She said when Joanner got married t 1 at
she never expected to rieernlze her again,
an’ she ain’t rieemized her from that day
lo this. Of course, it was wrong In Jo
anner to run agin the wisltes of her
folks, an' she couldn't, ’a' done a. foollsher
thing than to ’a’ married Sam Pitt when
she niout ’a’ had the pick o' the country.
It was Jist as Mis Beinis said, she went
plum thoo the woods an' grabbed up a
crooked stick at last. Still. It looks like
they ought to have fergave Joanner. The
Lord knows the pore child was punished
enough. I don’t see how Mis' Beinis could
flaunt by her own flesh an’ blood without
speakin'. I ain’t never ben one to chur-
ish up no grievances. I wonder who'll be
Joanner’s successer,” she added, looking
across at Mrs. Pitts's motionless figure
reflectively.
“It sounds kinder heartless to be a
speculatin' that a way when Joanner's
a-iavin' over there with the breath 1 . .
hardly outen her body,” said Mary Susan
in a tone of reproach. “I reckon shorely
Mr. Pitt ain't goln' to fergit Joanner?”
"La, Mary Susan! You ain't no jedge
o' human nater, child! There aint but one
kind o’ widder-men that won't git’ mar
ried agin, an' them’s dead opes. , l f '"V
ba.no.dtv'vv’: i •’• better loo* ou.. I
allcrs ricernize them sympehums.
"That ain’t no sign.” said Mary Susan
argumentatively. ‘‘There’s ole Mr. Juw-
zer, now. lie’s been usin hairdye tex t.ie
last ten ye’r.”
-Yas, an’ he’s had his eye on Libby
Kate Meekins fer the last ten ye’r, too,
an’ all to no purpis. Libby Kate s super-
animated herself, but fill the same she
ain’t got no notion o' takln up with that
ole century plant. He puts me in mind
of a chicken that's mighty nigh dead
""Seems Tike that kitchun door ought to
opun an' Joanner come creepin' tho.o like
she used to.” said Mary Susan, glancing
over her shoulder expectantly. "She had
a way of stealin' around an’ lookin' i>e-
hint her an’ jumpin.’ She didn't (last to
cheep when Mr. Pitt was anywher
U '-^shouldn't think any o' the women
folks qjivwher’s hereabouts d look at Sam
after the way he's done Joanner," said
^ “'Phe fools ain’t all dead yit, Sally,
sale] Mrs. Dob°on. “There’s a plenty
waitin’ Jist around the cornder that d
take Sam Pitt at the drappin of a hat.
lie’ll have sev’rol offers before he settles
down. Of course, 1 (lou t mean no dis
respects to you. Mary Susan. 1 don’t
know as how you got any designs on
«am Ef you had. you'd be excusyble.
bein's as you was Joanner’s bosom
friend not to mention bein' maid of ifm-
or at her weddin.’ Besides, you're so «vll
perserved. But there's Betty To.wzer.
now. All she wants is somebody to say
•yes’ to. She’s one o’ these here chronic
matrimonial candidates. I shouldn’t won
der ef she’d be over here tomor,’ castin'
them languishing' glances o' hern acrost
the. coffin. She'll keep it up at the church,
even, all the time Brother Nubbins is
a discoursin’ about our dyear departed
sister havin’ attained to her final pre
destination. Afore T'd fling my self at the
men's heads the way she do, I’d boat
rocks on the road. But whut kin anybody
expect of a pore pale thing like Betty?
I'reekin she ain't never had no chances."
“There's the Widder Pfiterkin," Mary
Susan suggested.
"Slie won’t have no showln.’ Sam Pitt
ain't got no idee of .finin' hisself onto
them nine dvs-eptie cliildern.”
“I shouldn’t think Sary Jane Peterkin'd
be '' very strong advocate of matrimony,
she had a sleh a hard time with the dea-
kin.” said Sully.
''She cert'n'y did. Sally. It's agin my
principles to speak evil of the dead, but
of all the contradictious, cross-grained,
ill-dispersitioned menfolks ever I come
acrost, the deakin was the beatenest. Tho
•fullest piece Sapphiry Loveday ever
writ that J never taken p 0 shine to was
tbs tun about the deakin.
1 he deakin is dead an' in the tomb.
I>Ut weep not. dyear Sister Pgterkin.
for soon,
Arp on get the anguls in sweet heavun he
will bloom.’
"I ain't one to criticise, but I never
coiinl rfeoncile them lines with the dea-
" 1 s ator: 11 character. There’s Sapphiry
Loveday herself. She says she’s wedded
to her art, hut she’d be wedded to Sam
P’tt in less than six month ef she had
any tavso.”
./ V 1? t A the truth?” said Mrs Sturges.
Y v. it's jist as true as preachin!’
An' there's Sophronisby Judkins. She'll
be conspicuous in the race. I ain't got
110 likein fer Mis' Judkins.. Kf I couldn't
raise mv childern no better than she's
raisin hern, I’d eonimit suicider on mv-
self an' oil the childern, too. Slic'd have
to send that Tommy to a house o’
recreation yit. fer he'll never improve
to home. He's wed a wide row, ho has.
Kf he ain't possessed of the old Adver
sary. then my name ain't Debby Dobson.
He rocked mv Jersey heifer when she
et up tiiem stragglin' honeysueker vines
on ills' Judkins' gvarden tlnee. Afore
I'd let my childern rock the neighber's
cyows. I'd skin um alive. He sot my pig
pen afire, too, an' then tried to lie out of
it. the little sneak, jist as ef ever'body
didn't know it was tho wuek of lneenden-
tary. An’ to think that Mis' Judkins ae-
chlllv had the nsshoreneo to clrklate it
around that my pigpen had spasmodically
combusted! An’ that ain’t all the insults
she's heaped upon me, neither, not by no
means. Mis’ Judkins has even went so
fur as to put out rat n’lson. an’ ever’
last one of them peskv Judkins rats,
marked fer the tomb, Mary Susan, up
an' prevaricated over to my house! I
wouldn't do no sich low-lived trick a.s
that, an’ I let Mis' Judkins know prettv
plain that I don't sanctify no sich dotn's.
W’y the childern wucked fer two whole
days, diggiry little rat-graves in the
cyow-lot! Tilings got so bad at last that
we had to move plum out, an' go up to
Uncle Bijah's fer a couplfi o’ weeks. Mis'
Judkins is done ever’ thin’ she could
to peacify me. fer she knows it's to her
int’rest to ring in with the ‘F. F. V.'s’
but I'm past peaclfvin’. Mis' Judkins
is the meanest woman in Brownsville, but
nil the same I ain't never said a word
agin’ her. bein's as we're dost neigh
bors. No. sir, I ain't said one solitary
word agin' her. ‘Love thy neighber as
thyself.' is my motter.”
‘‘You ain't fergot Tishy Woodpecker,
have you. Mis' Dobson?” asked Mary
Susan, returning to the original subject.
"Well. I couldn’t wisht Sam Pitt no
wnss harm than to git j'ined onto Tishy.
I wouldn't talk about my neighbors the
way she do, not for no injueemont. She
kin say more hard things to the square
inch than any other woman of her slzo
in Brownsville. You all know I ain’t nev
er lien one to talk ag'inst folks behint
tho'r backs, an’ I kaint put up with it
in nobody else. Me and Tishy ain’t ben
on speakin' terms sence she give in my
name to bo prayed fer at the pertra-cted
meetin'. Me! W'y. I’ve had religion off
an' on fer wears! Ef I’d been in Tishv’s
place—well! I ain't one to set in Jedgmint,
but you all know Tlshy's got faults her
self, grievous faults. Eliza Ann Bunce’H
bo a-putrin' in her bid next. Don’t she
cut a turrlble tlgger when she goes switch-
in' up tho aisle of a Sund’y with her bon
net sot on catty wampus, her skyeerts
hangin’ slaunchwise. an' her back hair
put up slantindickiler? Ef there is any
thin' I do like it is style! Looks like
I'm plum ’bleeged to laugh, even ef the
eorp’ is here.” and Mrs. Dobson’s ponder
ous body shook with inward merriment.
“The way them Bunco’s turns the’r
cyows out to paster on the public road is
nothin' more nor less than scannelous.”
she resumed, when her amusement had
subsided. “That oio Sukey o’ their'n kin
onhook ever gatelatch in Brownsville.
'Tain't no wonder the pore thing lives on
cheerity. She don’t git no feedin'. Jedgin’
from her looks anybody’d think she’d ben
a-taldn' anti-fat on the sly.”
"I reekin Lavinny Orump's on the mar
ket yit,” Mrs. Sturges interrupted.
‘‘Well. I ain't saw no signs of her git-
tin’ off tho market anyways soon. Sam
Pitt ain't no model, not by no means,
an’ ef it wa’n't agin my principles to
meddle with other folks's business. I’d
Continued on third page
u
Ufye Naval Station at Charleston
• -.a.L
Historic Laiaton House to he teen ... .
v tftlM , # ° r/l f ° r naval site at Charteston.
HEN titles to proper
ty recently purchased
by the United States
government have been
perfected, and with the
ending of red-tape af
fairs incident to the be
ginning of a great
project, actual work on
the big dry dock and
naval station at
Charleston, which will
cost more than $5,000,000,
will be started. It is
unofficially announced
that construction of the
dock will begin by July,
and once started, the
powerful engines of the
ivy department will he kept busy until
e station is prepared to receive the
rgest battleship in the service. rt will
ke several years to get the plant en-
e y com Pl«*tf»d, but money will flow free-
during that time, and business men
y the acquisition of this valuable prop-
:.v will mean a new era of prosperity
' the city.
Tie navy department, which really had
3 power to pass the final word, only
ve Charleston the naval station after
victory In a hard-fought battle. Great
assure was brought to bear to have the
ition remain at Port Royal. Commit-
,s at Eiat place were organized and
>ney was raised by various means to
'eat the plan of moving. Former Sec-
ary of the Navy Herbert was the
impion of Port Royal before the senate
nmitteo, but the vietory was at last
|n by Charleston, and the first money
j the project is available. Other big
founts will be appropriated later on as
j necessity demands.
r U!l the acquisition of the Cuban and
rto Rican territory the navy depart-
fit was forced to call for a dry dock,
■able of holding the largest battleship,
ther south than Norfolk. This need
was accentuated during the Spanish war
The dock at Port Royal ha.s long since
been practically abandoned. The dock
there never came up to expectations. It
is a wooden structure, hard to keep in
condition, and barely able to accommo
date the larger ships. The depth of
water was not sufficient, and the old cof
ferdam made it impossible to get the
depth of water needed. Among naval
officers it was regarded as a failure. They
were dubious about taking their vessels
•n. and the result was that the cruisers
and battleships went to Norfolk and
Brooklyn. Some years ago when the In
diana was to have been docked with great
ceremony, she stn*,-gl e d and squirmed
and came near being stranded. Finally
after a week's effort, she struggled out
^ith a bigrh snrinp: tide.
And so it was that the dock was put
down as a failure. When it was found
ZmrnZn yearsagr °’ ,hat 11 would cost
$1,000.00(1 to properly repair the Pert Rov-
th-it It li b 'T r, ' t " ry Eong recommended
that 1, be abandoned. Another port had
e as tT m ^ the South Atlantic
-.t lag cities and small ones applied
far the honor. There was a struggle
~ was not unlike the
. tru gle of the Indiana in trving to got
Zn thS Water ' then Clfarlesfon
thTre r °hm "IT"'," ° f Wnt ° r 1,1 the harbor
there, but it is newly acquired Ten
years ago there was a bar at the entrant"
Of the harbor that would have effectually
prevented the admission of vessels draw
ing more than twenty feet of water but
under the skillful hand of the engineers
this bar has been wiped out. An elobarate
system of jetties was planned by the
government. Two great curved walls Of
^ anit » three miles long, were construct
ed. Through these the tide scoured a
channel a quarter of a mile in width. At
high tiae there is now a depth of thirty
feet of water on Charleston bar, and
even tills will be improved on. according
to the careful estimates of the govern
ment engineers. The jetties cost the
government $4,000,000. but the wisdom of
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naval station is on the Chieora Park
property, seven miles up the Cooper riv
er from the entrance to the bay. Historic
dwellings, a city park, railway buildings
suburban theaters and golf links will be
demolished to make way for this great
nayal project. The Trumbull and Law-
ton Places, famous manor houses in South
Carolina since colonial da vs, will be
razed. They are of typical southern ar
chitecture, and stretching far in four di
rections are widespreading oaks with the
riyer shimmering brightlv near by All
oi this property, with 200 acres from the
city, tint! marsh land to keep intruders
away, has been acquired by the depart
ment.
The dry dock will be <W feet long. There
will be a depth of thirty feet of water
oyer the sill, which will enable the larg
est ships built or building to move in
without restraint. The dock will he wide
enough tor all requirements of the navy,
and the dock proper will be of stone. It
will be the most substantial building of
the kind ever planned for a southern city,
and will profit by all modern Improve
ments known to the maritime world.
Around the big dock there will-he hand
some buildings, homes ant] houses, to
make it tile most complete naval station
along the south Atlantic coast.
While the station will he seven miles
up the river, it will have even more water
than at the entrance to the harbor Ships
will not depend on the tides to come and
fto. Less than a mile from the station
three big railway systems pass into
Charleston, and from this junctional point
of the railway lines a branch road will
be built to the station over which sup
plies and materials will be moved. Right
up to the water s edge the electric rail
way line from the city comes to a halt.
Tlie site is beautifully located. It is in
a fine stretch of healthy country, removed
from the din of the city and practically
an ideal spot for the requiremy.its of
Lncle Sam’s magnificent navy.