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Gall May Be An Irritant
Or a Tonic
Ef / Had the Gall
By James A. Hall
Ef I had the g-all thet sum folks hcs.
I'd be a duke. or. mebby, a kins,
Er forty-fust cousin of a . millunaire,
Er head of a railroad, er ennythine—
Ef I had the gall!
I’d trace my ancestry all of the way
Back to the monkey* of the Congo land—
Claim kin with the lizards, an' frogs, an' things.
An’ I’d have a pedigree to beat the band
Ef I had the gall!
I'd split the street with a. rubber tire.
I’d sport the latest ot fashion’s frills,
I’d litterally set the town afire
And never worry about the bills—
Ef I had the gall!
I’d make my little, old hillside farm.
That's mostly composed of big boulders of flint,
Look like a ten thousand acre estate.
An’ wuth about a millun an' a naif—in print—
Ef I had the gall!
I'd pay forty ccnt3 to the scrap iron man
Fer an' ole rusty sword, all covered with scars.
To shew how my granddaddy battled his way
. Through about a dozen of his country’s wars—
Ef I had the gall!
Ef I had the gall thet sum folks hez,
The aim of my life would be simply to show
That I'd been everywhar an’ seed everything.
An’ know'd everything they wuz to know—
Ef I had the gall!
pect your neighbors to take your word for it. An
nounce that you can and proceed to prove your as
sertion. Having learned this lesson, there is another
one just as important. When you have an oppor
tunity to better yourself, when you are listening to
a conversation which stimulates in' you original
ideas or suggestions; where you see where you can
improve on the existing order of things; where you
see that pretense, in Americana, “bluff,” is helping
your opponent to get ahead of you—ACT. Assert
yourself: step in; be something besides a machine;
don't be overawed by a loud voice or supercilious
manner. If you know your ground so thoroughly
that strategy cannot trip you, go ahead and win that
recognition which will cause people to be glad of
your counsel in crises, or which will make them anx
ious to trust you with positions which entail re
sponsibility and self-confidence.
This is the brand of "gall” which is successful,
and it is never offensive because it is intelligent.
It does not override the rights of others, because it
only steps in where it sees that a blunder is imminent
or'that incapacity has been plainly demonstrated. It
is not conceit, because it has as a basis honest real
ization of self merit and potentialities, mingled with
a determination to grasp the first opportunity to
demonstrate these qualities where they will most
benefit the possessor.
It is gall, too, which is born of virility and abound
ing good health, and that is why it is predominant
in the American character. We see it in exagge
rated degree in adventurers or individuals who live
by their wits or prey on others; and get a false, un
just impression of the genuine article. At the
same time, let us not underestimate the value of the
everlasting hustle, hustle, hustle, enterprise, initia
tive. which refuses to stagnate and will not be sat
isfied with any measure short of the best.
ARCHITECTURE As a Career for Young Men|^ w ~* l “ a * Usjr
Sunny South Is publishing a serlas of articles on tho Inducements and obs acles which various professions and trados present io
youngmon. Interviews nom competent authoriUes will be given wl:h each article,ana the principal occupations recognized,will he treated.
The authorities quoted In this week's article are : G. L. Norrman. W. T. Downing. W. F. Denny.
Stance, distinguishes the architecture of beauty and grace In their construction.
Prance from that of England. Modern architecture, however. In tha
Wise dodderers of olden days used to look tire
lessly for the “philosopher’s stone;” in other words,
a marvelous chemical substance which should trans
mute all that it touched into gold—an inorganic
Adidas. They never found it. But we are often
tempted to think that with the magic development
of this great country; with its division into cliques
and sects and religious and political and social
creeds—we have come nearer to finding tfie “phil
osopher’s stone” in the twentieth century than did
Shall We Change Reading,
As Clothes, With Season?
BRING, now heralded by a multitude
1 s ^ff ns > i ni P e l s the observation that
" we should change our reading, as we
do our clothes, with the seasons.
Who, when slender blades of grass
are peeping through the moist, warm
earth—when nature proclaims with a
thousand voices that she has suffered
a change as beautiful as it is ever
strange—wishes to be shackled to
some massive tome of heavy philos
ophy? Such reading is for the win
ter’s season, when nature is inhospit
able, and when one naturally turns,
during the long, bleak evenings, to
beaped-up fire, student’s lamp, and perhaps, the old
familiar, pipe, as holding out the truest comforts to
be found. Not only should we relegate the heavy
philosophers to the back shelves now, but some oth
ers as well. It seems to us that Dickens is preemi
nently a “fire-side” author. His descriptions of the
radiant comfort of the home circle, or of the gas
tronomic prodigality of the old-time English inn,
seem to enhance our shut-in content; while our
snugness, in turn, gives a mellower tint to the pic
tures of creature comfort portrayed by his master
hand. The full flavor of his Christmas stories, for
instance, cannot he had except during that joyous
season. How happily, then, they fit in with the
mood of most of us, and what an incentive they are
to; the uncalculating generousness and good will
How
By HAL STEED.
Written tor ISDe Sonny South
ARCHITECTURE Is primar
ily an art. It was as sucb
the Greeks treated it, and
the Romans also later on;
and the newer nations bor
rowed freely .from the
styles of the older. All
places of amusement, the
public baths, the temples,
the private tombs and
residences, were embel
lished ’by the genius of
great architects. Michael
Angelo himself was first
an architect. .
It is one profession whose greatest re
sults have already been attained, or at
least have never been surpassed in fine
ness of proportion and design; and like
all the arts it has flourished most In times
of great political and financial success.
Its perfect examples were erected in
Greece just before that country was con
quered bv the Romans, and Rome in
turn was in greatest splendor architect
urally in the rich and shameful days ef
Nero. And so In the history of every
country the flower of Its art seemingly
blooms in its final perfection on the e' e
of the downfall; and one might almost
saV that a full appreciation of beauty
and grace is an outgrowth—.though an ex
quisite one—of the nation's degeneracy.
The style of the Greeks and of the
Romans, their arches, their symmetri
cal columns, and the variety of their
decorative ornament, has been copied and
dapted by every country, each accord
ing to national feeling and expression.
Out of this adaptation there gradually
grows an individuality which, for in-
France follows the example of ancient
Greece in Its encouragement of architec
ture. It supports the. Beaux Arts, the
school where architecture In common
with other arts, is taught. Every ' year
the gupils try for the grand prix, a
scholarship paid for by the government
•which sends the winner to Rome for two
years’ study and travel in Italy. Plans
for all public buildings must be submit
ted in a contest decided by a jury ap
pointed by the government. This com
petition applies to all architects, however
celebrated.
No such system exists in England or in
America, though the architecture of this
country is now In a promising stage. Not
only does this 'apply to the many public
buildings where originality and art have
not been restrained by practical needs,
but also to commercial structures in the
larger cities, notably In New York.
There one sees high and ungainly build
ings, but bareness is relieved in places
by classic ornament; t"helr empty, cold
corridors are given variety by the pres
ence of graceful columns. The black and
dirty and monotonous brn-wn stone houses
—relics of a barbarous and provincial era
in municipal art development—are being
replaced by residences and apartment
houses which, at least, have the novelty
of variety, even if, in certain instances,
they are chea.p imitations of European
styles. And the supervision of municipal
architecture is no longer in the hands of
those gentlemen who pronounce it "ar-
chyteeture."
In various other cities of America the
authorities are encouraging beauty in
municipal architecture, qs it applies to
public buildings; and private residences,
even business houses, show a market? i
smaller cities, at least, Is largely oorn '
inercial. The requirements of space ana
the convenience of arrangement interfere
with rules of proportion and grace. In
the construction of an office building
ingenuity Is more necessary than an ar
tistic sense, which would mean much
where a public building or a church was
concerned.
Architecture would probably require
more special qualifications than almost
any other profession, and more varied
qualifications also. It demands not only
the artistic instinct, but also a certain
practical, resourceful ability. Its demands
along these lines, and also what It of
fers young men who may contemplate it
as a profession, are set forth for the
benefit of interested readers of '1 he Sunny
South by three prominent architects of
Atlanta—W. F. Denny, W. T. Downing
and G. L. Norman.
Mr. Downing is opposed to advising
young men on the selection of their vo
cations, holding that he who has it in
■him to 'become an architect does it in
spite of advice. He tells, however, what
is expected of those who already have
decided to take up architecture. He says;
MR. DOWNING’S VIEWS.
“Speaking in a general way. I would
say that the architect should first of all
have the knack of solving puzzles; or. in
other words, the ability to work out any
problems .that might be presented to him.
and to work these problems out In such
a manner that the result will he in proper
proportion and have as much artistic feel
ing as possible, but the ability to work
out the problem is of prime importance.
Where a young man has this prohlcm-
contTnhted~'c£^ E.
UNO L/TT, who is re
ported to be seriously
Ilf not mortally ill, is
(regarded by many
'well-informed per
sons as the real ruler
of China. He is note 1
as the unalterable
opponent of all re
forms, attempted r*
proposed, and in this
(policy ’he has the
warm support of the
majority of tee
Chinese. He is the
movement In the
Wanton Slaughter of Birds That Destroy
^ Crop-Devouring Insects ^ ^
By HELEN HARCOURT. t white man has ill-treated him, declares
Wrii.cn or, 1$he £unny .SotzfH ' war upon the whole race of palefaces.
HO does not love the birds, I The trouble lies in a lack of observation
the cheery, sweet singers I anf * discrimination.
’ Hawks and owls are classed as birds
those keen, plodding seers of what we are pleased to
call the “dark ages.” And chat “philosopher’s I that should permeate the Yuletide season!
stone” is “gall,” the subject of the bright little poem ! heartily then do we condemn old Scrooge! when, if
which precedes this editorial. It is what has raised
America high above all the other nations of the
world in enterprise and achievement, and it is the
quality which is today arousing the ill-concealed
envy and antagonism of the conservative nations of
the old world, hitherto content to work out fortune
and prestige by the archaic, frayed paths which sat-
ised their fathers and grandfathers, along back
through fifty generations.
Now, th^re are two constructions to be placed on
the term “gall.” One which is generally accepted
and has the sanction of the dictionary is “cool im
pudence, assurance, cheek.” We all know the in
dividual gifted with this characteristic when we see
him. He is not abashed by rebuffs, and he is always
equal to emergencies. As a general rule, he is
somewhat careless of the rights of others, and, is not
at all backward in wounding the feelings of friends
and strangers, if thereby his own ends are fur
thered. Exacting demands of the times have creat
ed a feminine class with this same trait, but it is not
nearly so numerously populated as that of the male
species.
The book agent, the insurance man, the hill col
lector, and the drummer, are supposed to be the
most vivid types of the people with superabundant
gall. Our idea is that they but skim the surface of
society. Take a drag net and probe the depths of
the various sets and you will find plenty of “cool
impudence,” in other than these professions. Nor
have people of crude culture and imperfect breeding
a monopoly. We have witnessed exhibitions of
“nerve” by persons of the most undeniable educa
tion and rearing. Sometimes it is innate, and no
amount of physical and moral cudgeling will erad
icate it. Again, it is acquired, because its user has
come to believe that it is a necessary attribute to
progress. We all know, however, that parties with
this specific brand of hustle are not especially pop
ular. 1 hey do too much elbowing, they are too
thick-skinned, and they are too clumsy and obvious
ly selfish to gain many friends. What they get
from the world is wrung off by sheer physical force
and an abundant callousness, which refuses to be
fazed by snubs or open hints.
We propose to take the “gall" which Mr. Hall so
pithily describes, strip it of some of its more offensive
features and show where it has become the “philos
opher s stone” mentioned in the opening paragraph.
1 o begin with, a man must have assurance if he
w'ishes to make the most of his talents, in a financial
sense. 1 his is essentially an age wherein advertis
ing plays a large part. Even the physicians and
preachers are becoming converted to this doctrine.
The Bible authorized assurance when it told the
little story about “the light hidden under a bushel”
and the city that sat upon a hill. You may have
inexhaustible merit—but how is the world to know
it? People are not going around with cathode rays
to locate it. If you can perform a prescribed task
as well as or better than other people, you must
not wait for some one to ask you about it, or ex-
the story were read at any other time, we might
come to think lie was not so unduly crabid after all,
and give to him more than his due of sympathy.
Neither do we, at any time except during holidays,
wish to be carried by Irving on that delightful visit
to Bracebridge Hall, when we make the acquaint
ance of the coachman, the busiest man in the county
with his packages and commissions; the rotund
cook, who "in the nick of time knocked thrice” as a
prelude to the yearly feast; the young men, the
maidens, and the mistletoe; and the old squire him
self, the perfect English country gentleman. How
delightful they all are—but reserve them for the
Christmastime, when mayhap the ground is white
with snow, and their company will lend a zest to
the proper observance of the hallowed season. It
: s natural that Shakespeare, “touching all the shores
of thought,” should require selection with regard
to the seasons. The tragedies, delving deep into
the dark psycholgies of life, should now be laid
away until the sombre season comes again.
Who can be in the mood to appreciate the tense
characters and turbulency of Hamlet or Macbeth
with the scent of blossoms all around, and the blue
sky overhead ? Rut old King Lear may moan, and
Tom be “a-cold” in vain, when we are kissed by
warm sunshine and fanned by southern winds.
And who, with the aid of nature’s stagecraft, would
not enjoy the more some of the comedies?—the
“Midsummer Night’s Dream,” in which the descrip
tion of Titania’s bower wafts to us the very incense
of spring:
“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlip and the nodding violet grows,
Quite o’er canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-rose and with eglantine.”
As you like it, with its romanjjc setting in the
blooming Forest of Arden, and the merry wives of
Windsor, with its compelling picture of English
out-door fun and merriment, surely should not be
approached except when our tense energies have
been given pause, and our imaginations quickened,
by the soothing alchemy that comes with the rising
sap and budding trees. The poets, too, must fall into
their proper places, and we turn now to Words
worth or Bryant, with their songs of forest and
stream, rather than to Poe, with his ill-omened
Raven—whose weird mysticisms seems fitly accom
panied by screaming winds outside and red-lighted
study lamp within.
Dietarians say that to enjoy good health, with
the coming of spring we should leave off the heavy
substantials that have sustained us through the
winter, and replace them with the lighter but more
wholesome products of the dairy and the garden.
So, we believe that a keener appreciation and larger
enjoyment of literature will be had if we change our
classics when we see the yellow' signals of the hardy
jonquil. When the green woods tempt us, we can
afford for a time to leave off the heavier diet, and
cater to the lighter appetite. And besides, nothing
will be lost, for a gentle philosopher, whose love of
nature and understanding of men qualifies him to
speak, has said:
“One impulse from a vernal wood,
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can."
qf our woodlands and gar
dens? Who? Why, sun
dry farmers and fruit grow
ers who go about with one
eye shut and ’the other only
■half open, when any good
deed Is to be seen, whether
that deed belongs to bird
or human neighbor. IMen
who open wide both eyes
when misdeeds can be
found, faults picked out or
wrongdoing detected. Men who see but
one side of a question, wilfully or igno
rantly shutting out the other. Of such
are those who lift their hands against
their own best friends and helpers, the
legion of .birds.
It Is the old. old story of the innocent
suffering for the guilty. Because a few,
a very few, species of birds have been
convicted of sins, real or fancied, their
whole race is ostracized and warred upon
by those who “have eyes, yet see not.”
It Is another illustration of the saying
that “A little knowledge is a dangerous
thing.” A farmer..sees a hawk dart upon
a chicken that has wandered tempting
ly out into the open. A sportsman finds
the mutillated body of a game bird that
he did not,have thy,.pleasure of killing
himself. £St.raigHjtw^J;thes<> two, the far
mer a no ie si»ort:»r>ian. f‘y otft, the one
against an hawks as marauders, the other
against all hawks and owls as destroyers
of the game birds that their master, man,
desires to monopolize. Such men are like
the ignorant savage, who, because one
of prey, but only a few of these are
enemies of the tillers of the soil. Prac
tically these birds may be divided into
four classes. First, those that are whol
ly beneficial; second, those chiefly ben
eficial; third, those in which these quali
ties are about evenly balanced; fourth,
those that are really harmful. These lat
ter are the only ones against which war
should he dealared. Yet even they, un
conscious sinners that they are. only do
what their nature teaches them to do in
order to support their own lives. Do not
we do the same?
In this harmful group. find the
duck hawk, which preys chiefly on ybung
water birds, the goshawk. Cooper’s hawk
and the sharp-shinned hawk. The duck
hawk is a true falcon, and captures its
prey by superior flight in the open coun
try. The others named above are all
aceipitrine hawks, and capture less by
long flights than by short, swift dashes
and doublings. The goshawk. Cooper’s
hawk and the sharp-shinned hawk live
chiefly on game birds and poultry, and to
the depredations of these three is due
the persecution of their entire family,
the other, and far more numerous mem
bers of which are our friends rather than
foes.
Cooper's hawk is preeminently the
"chicken hawk.” It is by fa,r the most
destructive to the interests of the poul
try raisers, not because it is singly more
rapacious than the other two, hut simply
because it is more numerous, so that the
aggregate loss is greater. It is not as
large as the goshawk, hut Is strong
enough to carry off a full grown chicken
of the lighter breeds, or a cotton tail raVi-
bit. Its favorite dainty, however, is a
nice fat pigeon, and it behooves the
owners of pigeon or dove cotes to he
ever on the watch, for this hawk never
loses a chance to pick up either of these
plump 'birds. Squirrels, red and gray,
and chipmuncks are also favorite tid
bits.
GOSHAWK IS AUDACIOUS.
The goshawk, which is the largest ot
the four harmful species, is a far-north
specimen, and seldom visits the United
States except in the fall and winter. It
is so large and audacious that, it has
been known to swoop down into a poul
try yard and seize a full grown fowl at
the very feet of its owner. It sometimes
enters inhabited houses through doors or
windows, in pursuit of a fleeing victim,
or to steal a dressed fowl or a roast of
beef. Neither does it hasltate to attack
a man if brought to bay, wounded or en
raged. nor is it a despicable antagonist.
Now these four hawks are proper tar
gets, in self-defense, for the rifle and
shotgun. These fotfr, and only these, for
they do no good deeds to offset their
harmful ones. Few farmers, alas, pause
to discriminate between friend o.* foe.
They do not stop to inquire which mem
bers of the feathered world are their
helpers rather than the opposite, but
wage equal warfare upon them all, vis
iting the sins of the few i^pon the many.
Not content with a personal warfare,
they imbue their boys with the idea
that they are doing themselves and others
a great service In killing birds and brea'ff-
CONTuTuED^>r^T>URTH^PAGE^
Yung Lee
head of a powerful
northern part of the empire and is the
enemy of all missionaries, as well as all
others who would import foreign Ideas
and fashions into China. He it was who
was charged with the responsibility for
the murder of Professor Hubert James, of
Poking university. Yung Lit belongs t>
that conservative party in China which
regards the western commercial invasion
with honor, and in vdtich the seeds of re
bellion against prrgressive government
are constantly sprot ting.
ICHAEli De'vITT,
the great.Irish leader
who celebrated his
fifty-seventh birth
anniversary by a
visit to the commons
during the reading of
the Irish land bill,
had not been in the
house since his resig
nation of three
years ago on a -
count of the Brer
war. Mr. Davitt is
Michael Davitt easily first of Irish
statesmen. He founded the land league
and for forty years he has fought with
his voice and his pen for Irish indepen
dence. He has hern imprisoned for - U-
tious speeches thtve times, notably in 1ST",
when he served seven years of the lift? a
which has been alloted as bis sentence.
AVINIA EGAN, of
S hreveport, I< a..
Whose appointment
to the board of lady
managers of the St.
I.oil is world's fair
completes the mem
bership of that or
ganization, ;s a lead
ing reformer aipoug
tiie women of the
south, and is noted in
that part of the
country for the ac
tive part she ho-
Southern Poets O. Authors
George William Bagby
(This is the nineteenth in a series, of ar
ticles on southern literary celebrities be
ing published by The Sunny South. One
will appear each week until the series is
exhausted.)
By EDWARD YOUNG CLARKE, JR.
Writ.en .or 7>f>e v—. - V
HE powerful influence ex
erted by a good dialect
writer has long been rec
ognized, but when is com
bined pungent humor with
natural dialect the com-
. binatlon wins immediate
distinction for the author.
An old scientist once said
to a friend that nothing
so surely affected the
depths of his heart as
strong dialect humor. He
often was known to get
down an old volume of negro dialect
stories, remarking:
“When I wish to have a good laugh
'and learn some lesson of life so as never
to forget it, I always fall back on my
dialect book, for it as my second Bible.
From it I have learned more lasting les
sons and gained greater mental refresh
ment than from any other source, except
God's Holy Word.”
There is a naturalness and ease about
good dialect humor that wins almost in
stantaneous lodgment in the heart; and
If there be refreshment or valuable les
son in the passage it almost invariably
remains to accomplish its work.
The south has brought forth, at least,
one man whose witty and humorous writ
ings have gained for him lasting fame.
His humorous work is to be found in
almost every recitation book of any merit
in America, and no dialect reader has
failed to use with success his many and
varied productions.
Dr. Bagby was horn In Buckingham
county, Virginia, and educated at Edge
Hill, N. J., and the University of Penn
sylvania. He took his degree in the study
of medicine, and made his residence In
Richmond. He was correspondent for
several papers, wrote some very witty
letters under the pen-name of “Mozis
Addums,” and made 'a reputation as a
humorous lecturer. From 1859 to 1862 he
was editor of The Southern liiterary Mes
senger, ably succeeding John R. Thomp
son in that positlen; and from 1870 to
1878 he was state librarian of Virginia.
His death occurred in the year 1883,
and the south lost thereby one of her
best humorous writers. The renown of
Dr. Bagby has not been as great as his
work merited, but n^any are beginning
to look wiith greater respect upon the
work left behind him.
His best known humorous production
we give below:
JUO BROWNIN’S ACCOUNT OF
RUBINSTEIN’S PLAYING.
“When he first sot down he ’peared
to keer mighty little ’bout playin’, and
wished he hadn’t come. He tweedle-
leedled a little on the trlble, and twoodle-
oodle-oodled some on the bass—just fool
in’ and boxin’ the thing’s jaws for
bein’ in his way. And I says
to a man settin’ next to me.
s’I, ‘What sort of fool playin’ Is that?*
And he says, ‘Helsh!’ But presently his
hands commenced chasin’ one .’nother
up and down the keys, like a passel of
rats scamperin’ through a garret very
teen hundred and fifty-seven thousand
five hundred and forty-two hemi-demi-
semi-quivers. and I know’d no mo
swift. Parts of It was sweet, though,
and reminded' me of a sugar squirrel turn
in’ the wheel of a candy cage. “ ‘Now,’
I says to my neighbor, ‘he’s showifig
off. He thinks he’s a-doin' of It; but he
ain’t got no idee, no plan of nuthin’. If
he’d play me up a tune of some kind or
other, I'd—’
“But my neighbor says, ‘Heish!’ very
impatient.
“I was just about to git up and go
home, bein' tired of that foolishness,
when Iheard a little hird wakin’ up
away off in the woods, and callin’ sleepy-
like to his mate, and I looked up and I
see that Ruben was beginnin’ to take
interest in his business, and I set down
again. It was the peep of day. The light
come faint from the east, the breeze
blowed gentle and fresh, some more birds
waked up In the orchard, then some more
in the trees near the house, and all begun
singin’ together. People’ begun to stir,
and the gal opened the shutters. Just
then the lirst beam of the sun fell upon
the blossoms; a leetle more an techt the
roses on the 'bushes, and the next thing
it was broad day; the sun fairly blazed;
the birds sang like they’d split their little
throats; all the leaves was movin’, and
flashin’ diamonds of dew, and the whole
wide world was bright and happy as a
king. Seemed to me like there was a
good breakfast in every house in the land,
and not a sick child or woman anywhere.
It was a fine mornin’.
“And I says to my neighbor, ‘that's
music, that is.’
“But he glared at me like he’d like to
cut my throat.
“Presently the wind turned; It begun
to thicken up, and a kind of gray mist
come oyer ithings; I got low-spiriteds
d’rectly. Then a silver rain began to fall;
I could see the drops touch the ground;
some flashed up like long pearl ear-rings;
and the rest rolled away like round
rubies. It was pretty, but melancholy.
Then the pearls gathered themselves into
long strands and necklaces, an dthen
they melted into thin silver streams run
ning between golden gravels, and then
the streams joined each other at the
'bottom of the hill, and made a brook
that flowed silently except that you could
see the music speclaly when the bushes
on the 'banks moved as the music went
along down the valley. I could smell
the flowers in the meadows. But the sun
didn’t shine, nor the birds sing; it was a
foggy day. but not cold. Then the sun
went down, it got dark, the wind moaned
and wept like a lost child for its dead
mother, and I could a-got up then and
there and preached a 'better sermon than
any I ever listened to. There wasn’t
a thing In the world left to live for, not
a blame thing, and yet I didn’t want the
music to stop one bit. It was hapjjier
to be miserable than to be happy without
being miserable. I couldn’t understand
it Then, all of a sudden, old
Ruben changed his tune. He ripped and
he rar’d. he tipped and he far’d, he
pranced and he charged like the grand en
try at a circus. ‘Peared to me like all
the gas in the house was turned on at
once, things got so bright, and I hilt up
my head, ready to look any man In the
face, and not afeared of nothin’. It
was a circus, and a brass 'band, and a big
ball, all goln’ on at the same time. Ho
lit into them keys like a thousand of
brick, he gave ’em no rest, day nor night;
he set every living joint in me a-goin’,
and not being able to stand it no longer,
I jumpt spang onto my seat, and jest
hollered:
’Go It, my Kube!’
“Every blamed man, woman and child
In the house r.iz on me, and shouted,
‘Put him out! Put him out!’
“With that some several p’licemen run
up, and I had to simmer down. But I
would a fit any fool that laid hands on
me, for I was bound to hear Ruby out
or die.
“He had changed his tune agin. He
liopt-light ladies and tip-toed fine from i
eend to eend of the key-board He ;
played soft and low and solemn. I heard
the church bells over the hills. The can
dles in heaven was lit, one by one. .1
saw the stars rise. The great organ of
eternity began to play from the world's
end to the world’s end, and all the angelo
went to prayers. Then the music changed
to water, full of feeling that couldn’t
be thought, anc. began to drop—drip, drop,
drip, drop—clear and sweet, like tears
of joy failin’ into a lake of glory.
“He stopt a minute or two, to fetch
breath. Then he got mad. He run his
fingers through his hair, he shoved up
his sleeves, he opened his coat-tails a
leetle furter, he drug up his stool, he
leaned over, and, sir, he just went for
that old planner. He slapt her face, he
boxed her jaws, he pulled her nose, he
pinched her ears, and he scratched her
cheeks, till she farly yelled. He knockt
her down and he stompt on her shame
ful. She bellowed like a bujl, she bleated
like a calf, she howled like a hound, she
squealed like a pig, she shrieked like
a rat. and thek he wouldn’t let her up
He run a quarter-stretch down the low
grounds of the bass, till he got clean
into the bowels of the earth, and you
heard thunder galloping after thunder,
through the hollows and caves of per
dition; and then he fox-chased his right
hand with his left till he got away
out of the trible Into the clouds, whar the
notes was finer than the pints of cambric
needles, and you couldn’t hear nothin'
but the shadders of ’em. And tlien lie
wouldn’t let the old planner go. He :
fetched up his right wing, he feteht up !
his left wing, he feteht up his center, he
feteht up his reserves. He fired by fije.
he fired by platoons, by company, by regi
ments, and by brigades. He opened his
cannon, siege-guns down tha.\ Napoleons
here, twelve-pounders yonder, big guns,
little guns, middle-sized guns, round snot,
shell, shrapnel, grape cannister, mortars,
mines, and magazines, every livin' bat
tery and bomb a goln’ at the same tlmo.
The house trembled, the lights danced,
the walls shuk, the floor come up, the
callin’ come down, the sky split the
ground rockt—Bang! “With that bang!
he lifted hisself bodily into the ar\ and
he come down with his knees, his ten
fingers, his ten toes, his elbows, and his
nose, strikin' every single solitary key
on that planner at the same time. The
thftvg busted and went off Into seven-
Lavinia Egatz
taken in the crusade for the elimination
of eihihl labor. Miss Egan's work in this
direction and her whole-hearted chum
pionship of the working woman in the
south have given her a foremost place in
the world of reform.
EOROB F. SWIFT
the millionaire park
er of Chicago, is
dead. His life story
reads remarkably
from the fact that he
was the pioneer :i
the refrigerate;::
.transportation busi
ness, and is pm
tlcallv the father nl
tho present ext:,
sively planned indus
try. Following are
some of the leading
George F. Swift
events in his career:
1839, June 21, born at Sandwich, Cape
Cod, Mass.
1861, January 3, married to Miss Annis
M. Higgins.
1861, left his father's farm and set up a
retail butcher shop at Barnstable, Mass.;
purchases made in Boston suburbs and
as far west at Albany, N. Y.
1869, moved his business to Brighton,
Mass., enlarged it. trading In cattle be
tween Buffalo, Albany and Boston.
1872, forme'd partnership with J. A.
Hathaway under the name of Hathaway
& Swift, and removed to Albany.
1875, Hathaway & Swift transferred
their business to Chicago, shipping live
stock to eastern markets.
1S7S, Swift Bros. & Co. superseded
Hathaway & Swift; slaughter house
established and dressed meat first shipped
in refrigerator cars.
1SS5, Swift & Co. incorporated.
1886, estimated that the company em
ployed. all told, 1,600 men.
18SS, first branch established at Kansas
City. Others as follows: Omaha. 1890; S:.
Eouis, 1S92; St. Joseph, 1896; St. Paul, 1S97;
Fort Worth. 1902.
1S9S. abandoned his residence in the
stock yards district at Forty-fifth street
and Emerald avent e and moved to ISIS
Ellis avenue.
1903. March 29. diet at his home.
IDL.IAM H. JACK-
SON, a noted confed
erate cavalry leader
and proprietor of the
Belle Meade stock
farm, is dead a! his
home, Belle Meade.
Ho was 6S years of
age and had been in
failing health for
more than a year
and dangerously ill
for several weeks.
Two children, Wil-
IVm. H. Jackson liam H. Jackson, Jr.,
gnd Mrs. Seline Elliston, survive him.
General Jackson was a brother of the
late Howell E. Jackson, associate justice
of the United States supreme court. Gen
eral Jackson was a native of Tennessee
and a fine sample of the southern gentle
man. He was a graduate of West Point
Military Academy, and while engaged in
the Indian campaign in New Mexico
fought a bear with a saber and received
permanent injuries to one of his legs.
More than thirty years of his later life
had been devoted to improving the breed
of thoroughbred race horses at the Belle
Mead farm, a spot which drew lovers of
fine horse flesh from all countries. Priam,
winner of the English derby in 1S30; Van
dal, Sir Richard, Highlander, Great Tom,
Tremont and Iroquois were among the
products of Belle Mead. It was also the
home of Gamma, the mighty mare who
dominated the turf almost sixty years
ago; Proctor Knott, Bramble, Clifford,
Getaway, Egmont, Rancocas, Maid Mari
an, Red Banner and many others almost
as famous. Including the winnings of
the get of Plenipo, $40,406. for four years,
the total winnings of the get of Belle
Mead stallions amounted to upward of
$2,500,000 from 1870 to 1893. In the last ten
years several hundred thousand dollars
have been added to the total. General
Jackson took great pride in his farm, and
visitors found it a most hospitable place.
Guests from all over the world have been
entertained there
* A N S TRULSON,
who was one of the
first persons to start
a popular subscrip
tion for the famine
sufferers In northern
Sweden, and who has
already collected
more than $20,000 in
that charity, is the
editor and proprietor
of The Svea at Wor
cester, Mass. Mr.
Trulson was a resi-
Hans Trulson , dent of Chicago be
fore the great fire and after that disaster
went east, and for several years was
foreman in the famous Washburn & Moen
mills. He embarked in the grocery busi
ness, bought real estate and finally be
came a Journalist. He has made a suc
cess in this line, The Svea being an in
fluential Scandinavian paper.