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HONEY.
forth la Mask
return unto the hive,
,
Wbm all tbe air with humming Is alive
Prom pearly teas to day's last golden
l
___It behooves to work and not to dream !
Dpi « your honey store you want to thrive,
0m hungry drones with robber bees eon
rtve,)
That you may gather an the blossom-cream.
Yet tot me pease a moment on the brink—
B e t we en yon flower-calyx and its spoil
What labor iatervenetb i Only think,
What you deem play, to bee# and me His
toll,
Tat labor, perspiration, many a •fins?,
flo Tvs tbe honey—cheerfully I sing!
—Tbe Academy.
THE YOUNGEST CLERK
n ww-vw roBREST GRAVES.
8 it a beggar,
Jane?” said Mrs.
Troop. “Ob,
don’t send tbe
fgS gHKP poor creature
away 1 Give him
a glass of milk
'HSW and a bit of the
fm ^ cold beef. ”
“Pieaee, ma’am,” said Jane, “there
ain't so much as a drop of milk left,
and old you gave the last of the cold beef
to Gideon Gallop. And besides,
ma’am, I don’t think it is a tramp at
*2L It's quite s respectable young
in a brown linen dnster, and a
nsrpet hag.” “A
“Oh I" said Mrs. Troop. new
boarder, eh?”
“Well, ma’am, I ain’t quite Bare,”
oaid Jane, discreetly. “Folks v is so
different."
“Jsne,” mid Mrs. Troop, mysteri¬
ously, “I see it all now. It’s the
youngest clerk.”
••lla’am?” said Jane, in a bewildered
*Oh, don’t be so stupid?" oried Mrs.
Troop, who was one perpetually of those nervous
women who are instinot
with eleotricity, and who saw and
oomprehended things by flashes. “Call
Barbara, and make haste abont it!”
Barbara oame into the green gloom
et the little pantry, whose window was
thiokly shaded with morning-glory
wines—a tall, slim lassio, with solemn
blue-gray eyes, brown which hair, and a slow
grace of manner she must have
inherited from the bircbes on the
Mountain side and the reeds in the
•vamp, for other teaobers she had
i “What is it, mother?” said she. “I
just emptying the festhers out of
the old pillow-ticks. ’’
“Barbara," said Mrs. Troop, “don’t
bother about pillow-ticks. It’s the
youngest olerki He’s waiting just
Can •vet there on the poroh, with his bag.
we eooommodate him, do you
“Mother, w aajd Barbara, “what on
do you mean?"
“Why,' oried Mrs. Troop, with an
patient Msture, “don’t you remem
r old Mr. Fanshawe, the book
>per in Browne, Brownaon k
swns's, telling us about the youngest
ffc there who had the weak lungs
like small salary? And he said
d reoomuiend him here for his vaoa
n, and ha hoped we’d take him
HD and do what we could for him."
I” said Barbara, arching her
eyebrows “Tee, it seems to
me now that 1 do remember something
it But, mother, where oan we
eel him? sloping-roofed Every room ia chambers full—even
to tbe two in
“But garni" man,*’ said Mrs.
a poor young
, in a dtstr sMsd voioe, “with
f d iur r oozmbq ption and almost no
—*- — | n- — t---- we never oan turn
“No, of eouree not," said Barbara,
“Mother, lean msnege it.
tout tret any men. Tell him he may
“Aud ‘Ugh time, too,” said Mrs.
Proop, here toffrously, “with and wondering, him waiting
oa the porch no
ioubt, what all this delay meant.”
8ha bustled out* with kindly hospi
nlity. apparently There, listening ia the parple twilight,
to the song of
■e whip-poor-will* on the dr mountain
a —m i ia
brown linen, with a valise rest
m the floor beside him. How
bu. Troop to know that he had
word of the brief ool
id— l m ha Mid, lifting the straw
- ."v; - is early head, “I—"
i, yes, all yes!" about said it Your Mrs. Troop;
nr name is
•—with Browne, Browason A
•
v. « told all
*■ me
You the youngest
I-"
to explain. ”
f Mm. Troop.
yen a room and board for
a week. I can’t promise
sties they have a* the Oho*
k but everything shall be
knew I would be inter*
I had lost a eon
rags.” Mrs. Troop, I
d but—" am vary
to you,
m my daughter Bar*
Tro op, evidently de*
I
.
mm
“And your salary will go on jut
the Mine?’
•‘And my salary will oontinne jut
the e» m« . ’*
“That ia whet I cell reel genet
osity,” said Barbara. “Oh, I should
like to thank Messrs. Browne, Brown
son A Browne! Well, come in. Oar
little cottage is full of boarders, but
my mother and I will contrive to
make room for you somewhere.”
And the pale boarder slept that
night in a rose-scented room, with a
strip of bright rag-carpet on the floor,
hand-painted china vases on the
wooden mantle, and cheap muslin cur
tains at the window, after a supper of
blackcaps and milk, delicious borne
made bread, fresh honey and johnny
“Two dollars a week for snch fare
as thifs to say nothing of my canning
little corner room I” said Mr. Browne
to himself. “I never boarded so
cheaply before in all my life. ”
At the end of a week he was more
than delighted. Mrs. Troop was the
kindest and most motherly of hos¬
tesses. Barbara was the impersonation
of sweet and gracions refinement.
The mountain was fall of parple
glens, merry voiced cascades, winding
footpaths and breezy heights. Mr.
Browne enjoyed himself intensely. He
believed that he had come to the right
plaoe. “Don’t think,” said Barbara to
yon he’s
her mother, “that very strong for
a consumptive?” I
“It’s that herb tea and the diet of
honey and new milk that is building
him np," said Mrs. Troop,triumphant¬
ly. “I never knew it to fail yet in
lung diseases. Bat he’s very pleasant,
Barby, isn’t he ?”
“Very!” said Barbara, earnestly.
Mr. Browne had not been a month at
the little cottage on the mountain
when, overtaken by a sudden shower,
he sought refuge in an old, nnused
barn not far away from the honse,
where a thicket of blossoming elder¬
berries concealed the rude Btone base¬
ment, and a veteran yellow pine tree
flung its banner of black green shade
over the mossy shingles of tbe root.
Unused, except to stow sweet hay in—
and in one corner a little chamber had
been finished off long ago with a brick
chimney and a tiny paned lattioe.
The door was half open, and Mr,
Browne could Jisoern a little cot bed,
draped with white, a dimity covered
toilet stand, whoBo coarse, cheap bowl
and pitcher were enriched with parple
and crimson antnmn leaves in hand
painting, and a little needlework rng
which lay at the foot of the bed;
“Ah,” said Mr. Browne to that best
of confidants, himself, “I comprehend
it all now 1 I have displaced Mad¬
emoiselle Barbara from the little cor¬
ner room in the cottage. Upon my
word, I feel like a usurper I But how
good they are, this mother aud daugh¬
ter, whose only income is derived
from this precarious occupation of
taking boarders I How unselfish, how
utterly self-sacrificing I There are
good Samaritans yet left in the world,
thank heaven I”
When September oame, with ite
yellow leaves and its clusters of vivid
blue ssters on the edges of the woods,
Mr. Brown prepared to return to the
oity. “Yon enough
are sore yon are strong
to resume work f’ .said Mrs. Troop,
anxiously. “Mother," said Barbara, “he
isn’t
at all like an invalid. Either old Mr.
Fanshawe was mistaken, or Mr.
Browne has made an almost miracu¬
lous dteoovery."
Just at this instant Jane oame to tell
Mrs. Troop that neighbor Jackson was
at the door waiting to borrow a
drawing of tea. basted Mr.
The gentle widow ont;
Browne turned to Barbara.
“Yee,” said he, “I am going to re
tarn to New York. - Bal I shall leave
something behind me."
“We shall be very happy to take
oharge of anything for yon," said
Barbara, who was sorting over rad
ohaoked pears for preserving.
“Shall you? But you don’t know
what it is, Barbara,” suddenly lapsing
into extreme gravity. “It is m I
heart I am driven to confess that
have lost it—and to yon I”
“You are joking I” cried Barbara,
coloring and half-disposed to be in¬
dignant “I serious in
devar was more my
life,"asseverated Mr. Browas. “I do
love you, dear Barbara, truly and
tenderly. Bo you think you oould
dare to trust your future to me? Poor
aa I I oould yet give yon a
good bomeUfe
“Ota, I aa not afraid of that I” said
Barbara, with rising '2 color and droop¬
ing uyti—h— independent, have be— know, brought aud
iWieve up to be you
1 oould earn a little money
by art work, if I ever had the ohanoe.
II—if you really ear# for me—”
‘4|y own darling!” I love 1"
“Than—yea, do yon
So Barbara was wooed and won.
“Of eourse, the dear little mother
must live with us," said Mr. Browne.
“1 oouldn’t do without her!”
Mrs. Troop, who had'
joined toe group, looked worried.
“Is it a flat r’ said aba, wistfully.
“No. I ooeupy a whole house. ’’
“But, dent me!” oried toe
ia-law-aleot, “isn’t that extrsva
gsntr think said Mr. Browns,
“I not.”
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to
99
to
• *> v
MLNU X I a
leased Mr. Browne, while Barberm
ri*iJ irr soft eyes in sa»ss:si *2
am not the youngest clerk in the Arm
et ell the youngest clerk went out to
Bermuda, at the expense of the firm,
I hope he ia doing well in that cli
mate. This man was Ferdinand Brown,
I am Augustas Browne, the youngest
partner.” here? n
“But however came you
eagerly questioned Mrs. Troop.
“Didn't Mr. Fanshawe recommend
you? NotatalL to the hotel,
^ I came
but it was full ; and they thought that
perhaps Mrs. Troop's 1 would cottage be until proy-ded‘ there a
.wm
vacancy in the Choooma House. But
when the vacancy came I didn fc care
“£”<!» ...not poor si dir »IJ
Barbara, ia a low roioa.
•'Not la your «a«, of th. word,
Barbara, u i T h ll v _ •*»/!on/!
sweet if I have forfeited
your 7 favor,” ha uttered, fervently.
“Nor consumption?” he ad
“No, nor consumption,”
, j
baoa ***« a. all
along ” said Mr Browne. “But un
der the circumstances, do you eee how
I could help it?
“It is very strange, said . Barbara .
“I ought to be thoroughly indignant
with you; but somehow-aomchow I
lore you more dearly than ever.
Mrs. Troop could hardly believe her
own ears. A palace in Fifth avenue;
a double carnage driven by two fine
gentlemen who wore choicer suits
and glossier hats than the parson him
self; doable damask napktns, with
monograms embroidered on them, at
every meal; egg-shell china; all the
luxuries which she had dreamed of,
but had never known ! And all these
gifts bestowed by the hand of tbepoor
young clerk whom she had undertaken
to board at two dollars a week because
he was alone and friendless, and for
whom she had saved the choicest
slices of honeyoomb and brewed the
most invigorating herb-tea!
“One often reads of these things in
novels,” said she; “but how seldom
they come-true in real life!”
Kind, simple-hearted Mrs. Troop!
If she had been a student of the great
“novel” of Human Nature, she would
have known that we are all of us liv¬
ing romanoes at one time or another.
And why not? Is not the world al¬
ways full of Love and Youth. —Satur¬
day Night,
What the Cnim^te Eat.
''k. member of the English Parlia
ment, Florenoe O’Drisooll, has a live¬
ly paper in the Century describing Mr.
life and street scenes in Canton.
O’Driscoll says:
The food purveyors make a most
striking display; the fruiterers ex¬
posed on fiat trays bananas, pineap¬
ples, melons, figs, pesrs (the latter
beautiful to the sight bat hard and
tasteless), together with many Chinese
fruits whose shapes and tastes were
familiar to me, but whose names I
knew not. Some of these frnits were
most artistically peeled, pineapple
pealing being quite an art. A great
variety of vegetables was offered for
tale. Among them were the white
■bootsof the bamboo, which teemed
to be a favorite artiole of diet. Bnt
to. what use, indeed, may not this
wonderful grass be put? F>om it
Chinamen make almost svsrything
oonoebrable—hats, cloaks, sheets, oar
pets, roofs, buildings, baskets, ohairs,
oarrying-poles, fishing-tools—ths list
might bs prolonged ad infinitum. And
than they eat it as well.
Preeerving ginger in many forms
was a notloeable trade. The roote
were washed and left in water, as an
English oook treats potatoes before
boiling them. A number of men and
women holding a two-pronged fork
in each hand sat around a table with
the tabs of peeled ginger beside them,
they pioked ginger roote out of the
water, and, laying them on the table,
pieroed them all over very rapidly
with both forks until quits soft. The
pieroed roots were then pat boiled into an¬ in
other tab, where they were
syrup. Ths gin get want until through
various minor processes, eventu¬
ally it was packed in in tke European ear them shops. jars
in which it Is sold
The whole process was certainly a
clean one, and the smell of the aro
matte root in preparation was both
grateful and plea san t. I nothing
In the bakers’ shops saw
corresponding to oar English loaf;
■olid-looking yellow pattiee, slabs of
flabby brown emblematic of
oonoentraied dyspepsia; soonee, or
equivalent, apparently of fried
batter, Mid great flakes of milk
white, lUppery-looking of inch paste thick— not
above an eighth deftly an siloed with
to be rolled up and
• dearer-shaped tool into long strings
like macaroni. These foods were to be
everywhere in the oity, bnt
nothing light and open. To my ayes
the breadstuff* seemed end, solemn,
eoddened and bihoaa.
The most lionised ia
just now k the
Congo Free «* M •*;
rived at Antwerp from * t
bloody and victorious—
the
-
j ARMY LIFE,
! daily Rotrrnns at a post in
THK SOUTHWEST,
The-Outlet Are Not Confining and
Officers Have Plenty of Leisure
-—Opportunities for Promo¬
tion From the Ranks.
w-w-y I 1 jje Hf e 0 f a young feUow fresh
I from West Point at a post
-X. guch N.' a3 Fort Marcy (Santa
F M.) is iust about,
*bat he chooses to make it. His sal
J ^ raffioient to ^ re for him all
books he wan ’ or to b ' for bim
^ reputation at headqn lter8 in
WssWaKtos of brio, . .<*M«
!™“* SlBUav “4 «*»*
KflOWQ ftt5 tu8 vsnous f posfcflj ° .2“ lad ftDCl 80 .»
with hardly an exception most of the
‘^tenants are building up for
themselves a good name and putting
»mething worth knowing into their
oeacis.
^ ,,‘KSj ^oriTodlf^.
J * ^
the ew sitor8 in 8ea ch of health,
and nothing to see or do in the towQ .
The duties are not confining,' and in a
week th / * man hag about five
d ' ^ h m8elf Every foarth da he
g0 * 8 on as officer of tbe day; the rest
f tbe time is praot %ith ically at his own
ai , to do it about as he
nhoo , M- The onl thing he hl * to do
|Q enj J to loaf aroaud
town or in the bills readin ^ writin
and smoki Tbe life 8ee 9 wort h
, but there is any / amount of time
^ which he CftQ evote himgelf to
8tud ^ strangely under such condi
thfl ftr hag tnrned out but few
books o{ a nv sort. Captain King who is
about the onl weI1 . k nown officer
has devoted himself to writing.
It seems as if the bugle wa3 going
all day long and all night long as well.
It is the first thing yon hear in the
morning and the last thing you hear
before you fall off to sieep at night.
After a little experience the bngle
takes the place of a clock. By the
various strains the buglers play one
can tell time, whether guard it'^dinner mount time or
supper or sun¬
down.
Once herd the bugle is never for¬
got. Its tones bannt the memory for¬
ever. It is the most doleful and the
most inspiriting music. The horses in
a cavalry regiment catch the spirit of
its music and will charge or retreat at
its word of command without the
gniding influence of tbe riders. Cow¬
ards have been carried into the front
rank by their horses; many a terror
and panio-Btricken cavalryman has
been saved from disgrace by his ani¬
mal.
The first duty of the day is guard
mount at 9 o’olook. It is one of the
prettiest sights on a fine day to see
the men all ana%o in dress uniform undergo
inspection through the evolu¬
tions; and daily orowds of natives
watch it, year in and year out. There
are two companies of the Tenth In¬
fantry stationed here, in all abont 100
men. They make quite a showing
and are a well drilled, well disciplined
lot of men.
The band, in all its lace and fixings,
plays throughout the whole oeremony,
which lasts about half an hoar, and
the musio is well worth hearing. The
band attached to Fort Maroy is one
of the best in the army.. It is quite
large and the members of it are all
well trained musicians. After inspec¬
tion ocmes grand mount; the flag is
minted and the men not on duty go
marching back to their quarters.
The duties of the men are extremely
light, and the most of them have ab¬
solutely nothing to do bnt attend the
few drills and take their time at do¬
ing pattol work. The men grow fat
and healthy, and consider their lot
quite fortunate. They receive $13 a
month, a large part of which is held
back until at tbe end of five years
they get their discharge and the pay
whioh the Government has been sav¬
ing for them.
A great many of the privates are
well edneated and stadioos men, who
in the world went to WTeck and rain,
but who, sinoe they entered the army,
have beoome decent men. Induce¬
ments are offered to all the men to
make them steady. A man who shows
that ha has ambition and who studies
ia raised from the ranks and made a
petty officer. It seems to an ordinary
observer as if among the 100 men at
Fort Maroy most of them have oor
poral’s and sergeant’s stripes. And
when they get their chevrons they
have to work to keep them. ’ The least
evidence of falling from grace, and
baek they are apt to go into <the rear
ranks again.
Very Hospitably few h ous inclined e k e ep ers, they no matter be,
bow may
furnish the “spare room” so that
when Me stranger within the gates is
—bared into it a feeling of oomplete
ot the
and chairs, rugs snd carpets cry out in
In too many homes the idea
thst is carried out is to provide the
guest with a suitable bad, a bureau in
riothos that he or
brought tor um laud. daring Some toe
k
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m
TL« Ux.outo* uf m uioTcie boa* which
since last year has attracted notice on
the river Thames, found that his sys
tem was a little too laborious for the
hot weather. He preferred, in fact,
when going up the riyer to. simply
steer the, boat and smodte a pipe. Of
course, he turned to eleotricity. He
fitted no an ordinary double-sculling
boat with an electric driving gear
actuating twin screws. Each screw
shaft was supoorted by a frame made
of light bicycle tubes. A motor was
fixed at one end of the frame, and the
propeller ,, at , the ,, other. ,i All i .I . he
screw
had then to do was to take his storage
batteries on board, and he could sit
do#n at ... his ease ___ and li be carried ___• j in any
direction at hia own sweet will,
An American inventor has,however,
done better than this. He has in¬
vented a motor and shaft which can
be set on the sternpost of any boat in
exactly J the same manner as a rudder
. hung, and be removed , at / pleasure ,
is
aud applied to any other boat without
alteration, ’ T. provided, of course, ' that
the rudder ,, hinges are the same ___ j- die
tance apart on both. So that the
simplest rowboat can instantly be
turned into what is practically an
electric launch. The storage batter
ies weigh twenty-five pounds each,
and the six cells which are neoessary
for, , say a sixteen-foot . . _ »_ . ,__. boat, will .j weigh, ■ .
when fitted into boxes which can be
stored away 175* in any convenient place,
about pottade. Tb. floor apaoe
occupied by these boxes is employ- exactly
three square feet. By the
ment of this device a speed of eight
mile. .» hoar cau be attained, and
ten miles an hour is on record. The
motor, when adjusted for work, is cov
ered with a water-.i ? ht .he.tirob eap.
— Ot. Juouis Ulobe-democrat. •
Hearing With His Legs.
The novelty J of a telegraph operator
who , can scarcely hear ^ a i»»amb«iro locomotive
whistle working day after day at his
instrument is one of the marvels pre
»»wd*‘ city. The * man iliefFb is about .t.ti.. twenty-eight r r tbi;
years old. He has been deaf since he
was about three years of age as the re¬
sult of an attaok of scarlet fever.
Being so extremely hard of hearing,
the child’s sense of touch was devel¬
oped to the degree usually possessed
by blind persons. The slightest tap
upon a table or upon a wall, the roll¬
ing of a wagon wheel along the street
and all similar Bouuds were conveyed
to him by thfe consequent vibrations.
When about twelve years of age he
undertook the study of telegraphy.
Being a favorite with the operator at
his home, he was given the run of the
office. All the mystic signs, dots and
dashes of the profession we'e ex¬ he
plained to him. Day after day
conld be seen sitting at the table with
his knees pressed against it or resting
his elbow upon it. He was literally
feeling the messages as Being they were
ticked off over the wire. natur¬
ally quiok, it was but p short time un¬
til he was able to correctly read any
message coming into the office. Send¬
ing came just as easy, and to-day,
after sixteen years’ service at the key
and sounder, he is just as tine an op¬
erator as there is in the country. Of
late years his hearing has improved
to snch an extent that he can easily
hear the sounder, bat the old habit
of listening with his knee or elbow
still clings to him, and that is the way
all bis messages are read. —Pittsburg
Commercial Gazette.
Failure ol Night.
There comes a day when the man
between forty and fifty discovers that
he has involuntarily acquired the
habit of holding his book or paper at
a greater distance from his eyes than
he formerly did, because he finds that
he cannot read distinctly at twelve or
fourteen inches.
After this has gone on for some
time, he experiences unwonted fatigue
in the eyes after reading or writing,
and the fatigue is specially marked
when engaged in reading at night
This feeling of fatigue is soon followed
by increased sensitiveness to lightand
general irritability of the eye. As the
affeotion of the sight increases, the
letters or lines of printed matter ap¬
pear blurred or run into each other,
and if reading be persisted in, actual
pain is experienced in the eyes^ which
compels the reader to place his book
aside.
If, regardless aid of the hints that arti¬
ficial is required to make him see
clearly, he declines to provide himself
with glasses, severe headaches ensues,
or perhaps some serious disease of the
eyes. '*01d sight” often oomes upon
ns very insidnously, and many a per¬
sistent headache has been banished
forever by the employment of a prop¬
erly adjusted pair of spectacles, not,
however, by a pair choeen at random
from a heap lying on the counter of a
general dealer, bnt such as oan only
be obtained by consulting someone
who has made this subject s special
study.—New York Dispatch.
Chinese Pawnbrokers,
Among the Canton houses there are
occasional exoepfltona to the general
one-storied or low constructions.
Sothe of these are built like square
towers four or five stories high, with'
no outside windows save at a consider¬
able distance above toe ground, aud
no outside proje cti ons by which
thieves might climb up. Theesastab
eallsd pawnshops, but
they a ppeared to
■a of value,
ia
r
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HIS EXPLANATION OF A TYPO.
GRAPHICAL ERROR.
Off Again for the Sunny Clime of the
Land of Flowers.
__
„ . , hap
the printer ms/te there P- v **
C’U e me say we e onlv
so*preshytenans m Oe-rgia. They fl^d me
with postal o»rds to inform me that there are
o Iv 3,000 ru -I wr voters ? t0 r m that church—three that there ihons- were
an( j— no { three hundred—and that is about
right. I'he typoxetcera will make some tlnn
d*rs and they ate sometimes very exasperating
to the airhor. If a man writes a b d, per¬
plexing hand. Ike Horace Greeley or Alex
Stephens or Sunset Cox, the typo is excusable
for mis akes. When Cox was invited by Henry
Orndy to come to AL> lecture heac
cepte<l- Grady would then be wrote aud he him to learn what
fa ,g dab ject an-wered some
thing ti.at looked like “Just Human.” And
so it was adveriised and placarded all over
town. “Jusi Human” was on every wall and
Nobody was very mnch surprised, for
thev knew that Cox was a wit ami * w .ig and
that be could make that subject fit almost anv
of such S^sSS!
“Why, who ever heard a subject?” said
he to Gra iy. *T wrote you that my subject
»ould be ‘Irish Humor. The best way to de
cipher a bad handwnte ia to read it with
double wabbles like the fellow who ahot
on t the bull's eye in Longstreet's “Georgia
Scenes-” Don’t look ai any particular
K 4 j reading letter, sLSI
bnd no u | ty n a but am
pt rplexi d over the signature. More than once
I have cut it oil an i past, d- it on the envelop*
££££?, fails mdioaie whether she is
respondent madam, to and do not know a
maid or a so we
are from school boys tmd girls who beg for
original speeches or composition*. Years ago
I tried to obli-e them, bnt soon found it would
take all my time and was foicetl to decline
them. It grieved me to do this, forlremem
ber what an anxiou*, depressing task it was to
me to write an original speech or composition
W |, en i wa* a schoolboy. Some of the boy*
who write to me for help have an idea that I
a -Vi* KSS ‘f»“J r r.yS
m]8 a t P- Not long ago a boy wrote to me for
a very, very humorous and speech—one that would
bring down ihe house create a sensation—
and hoped 1 would ►end it right -‘While away. He
added a postscript-as follow*: you are
about it, I wish you would write me two, so
that I can take choice.’’
As ihese letters very seldom have a stamp
enclosed, the boys should not be surprised at
receiving no reply. of letters pardonable,
Another class are more
but they always grieve me. I moan letters ask¬
ing for chari y or for a donation to some
church. They aro always reasonable and make a
deserving case and 'it grieves me that
I cannot respond to their wishes and
expectations, the writers have an idea that
I am rich aud have a great big heart I wish
they knew how poor I am and how small is my
income. They would be astonished. It is a
great m sfortune to have a rich man’* way 8 and
a poor man’s purse. The results of th e war
pl.ioed a great many of us in that condition.
We were reared to live free and easy and we
kept an open house. It was a pleasure to be
generous and hospitable. mothers It was the special their
pleasure of our wives and to feast
visitors, and the fervants took pride in it, too.
Aunt Ann, our o d-fashioned cook, has not got¬
ten over it and ha rather s .ow off to company
with a fine dinner than to do la-s work on a
common one. She says: “I was raised where
dar was bundance of everything and I hkes to
see bundance yit. Quality folks can’t git
along without bundance. Old fashioned
darkies still call the aris oeraev “quality folks."
Aunt Ann is in trouble now. The city marshal
ha* levied on her house and lot for taxes. It is
only seven dollars, but she can’t pay it. She
thinks it is an ontrage on freedom. Her old
man voted for the populars beoause they prom¬
ised to tak<- off taxes and give them free school¬
books. If is the same old story of forty acres
and a mu's. And now the legislature is fixing
to add to our burdens of taxation- Tt>e educa¬
tional bill and the pension bill will take nearly
a million of dollars, but they will pass the bills.
Ihe reign of the demagogue is s ill upon ns.
But we are off to Florida dow, and before thi«
goes to nrcss we wilt be baskinr in the sun¬
shine and brnthing the balmy air of the
gulf coast. My daughter's boaso is ready,
her furniture gone down, the fi*h are
waiting, the sailboats sporting on the
b iy. I see the snrf rolling and flashing through
the island passes and I hear the murmur of tbe
water*. I see long rows of pelicans standing
like sentine s in the sand the tide has left. I
see t >e white-winged gulls floating in the air
and the black, ugly porpoises fuming eomer- lovely
sard s in the water. We will soon be in
communion with tropical nature in ail her
beauty, bnt we all are sad at the idea of leaving old
our pleasant home among the hill- of dear
Georgia. Some of our dearest kindred cannot
go, and dear friends will miss us and we will
miss them. It was sad to seo the old mare put
out for her feed—sad to see the titile Jersey go,
and sadd r still to leave the faithful dogs be¬
hind. Bu we have to bear these things. Next
aping when we return we will rejoice ail the
more for having been away during the winter.
There is not only health Florida, and comtortand pleas- it is
uro in wintering in but to ns
economy. My wife snd *1 will pay board, of
course, bnt that will not amount to half as
much as coal and wood and water and gas and
hoise feed and winter clo:hing and se.*v»nts’
hire and “ ‘bundanoeof company.” Just think
what a little child can do. For her sake her
mother bad to go to Flori la—end took her sia
ter with lv r. For all their sake* my wife avd 1
have gro«ing followed old and on —the ra ne old after story their of parei’ts chi'
running
dren
I shall return home about Christmas fdr a
week or two, bnt until then my addreas will
he Clear Water. Fla. The postal name to Clear
Wat r Harbor, but that do-au’t matter.—Bux
Aar. in Atlanta Constitution. »
WHITECAPPEBS SENTENCED.
They Get Three Years • fine
of $300. -
The six whiteesps who have been on
trial at Atlanta, Ga., the past week for
whipping old man EL J. Thurman, Mrs.
E. J. Thurman, and their daughter,
Vada Thurman, ia Murray county last
February, were sentenced Friday morn¬
ing to three years eeeh in the govern
t penitentiary at Col ambus, Ohio.
They will also have to pay a fine of
$500 seh. The whiteoappoa era
Aleck MeKinaiah, John Brad¬
ley, Lee Grice, NetlGentty, Bill Gen¬
try and Jim Griea.
w
The in the
Geatay-Griee whitaoap an<
at Atlanta, Ga, wee
a of
all six