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FLED FROM TIIE BOXERS.
THE THRILLINC EXPERIENCE OF A
CHINESE CHRISTIAN FAMILY.
j|r*. Wun's Story Beinj Driven from
riee to Place, the Refugees Finally De
cide to t.ive Themselves to Their Per
secutors amt Die lor Their Faith.
The following experience is that of
the family of Deacon Wau, of the
First Congregational church in Pekin,
told in the words of his wife. The
iamily lived in a large court with sev
eral other families, some of whom
W ere Boxers. Here is Mrs. Wau’s
story:
We were not afraid, though we felt
auxious on account of our four chil
dren. If w’e should be killed and they
left, who would care for them? June
13 I was alone in the house with the
children. All day the neighbors had
been talking of the terrible things that
were to happen to the Christians. I
heard of the burning of the Methodist
Episcopal Mission and the London
Mission —heard the shouting on the
street of “kill, kill, kill.” About 8
o'clock I could see the flames of the
American Board chapel and hear the
noise made by the multitude gathered
about the place. My husband did not
come, and I thought he had been
killed. 1 took the children all up
stairs and then sat down and waited.
They were crying for their father.
While trying to comfort them, a friend
tame quietly up stairs and told me
not to make any noise, but to come
out on the street, where my husband
was waiting for me. My little two
year-old girl was asleep, and I
thought I would first go and see what
was wanted and then come back for
her.
We went out in the street, and there
in a dark corner was my husband. His
first words were: “Where is our pre
cious baby, can it be that you have left
her?” I said no, I wanted to see him
first, and then if we were going to try
to escape, I would go back for her.
After we got the baby we made our
way along in the dark to a rear court
where a Christian family were living.
From this court Mr. Wau climbed to
the top of a temple belonging to a rich
man living in a court at the front. I
stood below and he whispered down to
me what he saw and heard. We heard
the church at American Board chapel
fall and a general shouting of voices.
Afterward a man went by, calling out
if there were any followers of the for
eign devils about they had better es
cape at once, as a house-to-house
search is to be made by the Boxers
before midnight. Every follower may
be killed. From the temple roof my
husband saw them go to our house
three times.
At last he said it is no use to think
we can escape them, but we will try.
Don’t let the children make a bit of
noise. I will carry them one by one
to the roof here, then we can talk and
plan. He took the children up, and
one by one carried them along the
wall, then got onto the roof. I told
my little girl not to cry, that papa
would be very careful. She said “Yes,”
and was perfectly still. Ido not know
how I managed to climb to the top
of that eight foot wall, to walk along
the narrow top and then crawl up the
roof of the temple. All the time it
seemed as if 1 was helped from be
hind. A big tree overshadowed the
too£ and we hid under the branches,
watching the burning of the chapel
and homes of the friends we loved. All
over the city were fires, and the
screaming of the mob was terrible. It
was a horrible night. At last we
climbed into the tree and reached the
ground—bruised and torn. We hid in
a little empty room back of the tem
ple.
At last, about light, one of the ser
vants saw us and told his master. We
all six got down on our knees and
entreated them to hide us for a few
days, but they said no, there was to
be a house to house search in the
city, and if they sheltered Christians
they would be killed themselves. My
husband walked ahead, carrying the
baby and I followed after with the
other three children. Soon we met a
band of soldiers. Some did not notice
us; others said: “Yet’s kill them."
One said: “Let them go; cannot you
see it is a whole family. Let them off
this time.” Eveu with their knives
drawn I did not tremble.
We walked for some distance till we
came to a large family cemetery. The
keeper was a kind man and lived there
all alone. He told us to come in and
said he would do his best, but the
owner of the place was a Boxer, and
it was not safe for Christians to stay.
He got us some supper. It was very
poor and dry. Our lips were cracked
from fever and thirst, and I asked
him to give us some porridge.
We had a quiet night, but in the
morning he said it would not do for
us to stay. Then my husband became
discouraged. He said the best and
only thing for us to do is to go and
give ourselves to the Boxers. We will
only ask them to please kill the chil
dren first, and then you and I will
die together. The suffering will not
last over two hours, and then all sor
row" will be over. I agreed to this. He
then called the three oldest children,
Wen Ping, Paul and Peter. Said to
them:
“My children, your father would suf
fer for you if he could, but he cannot
The Boxers will ask you if you are
Christians. If you say no they will
let you off, if you say yes then they
■will kill you; but that only means
suffering for a little, and then we will
be with Jesus.” The children one af
ter the other said: “I will say lam a
Christian, I loVe Jesus, I am not afraid
to die.”
It did not seem as though we could
walk any more. The keeper said at
last he would see if he could get the
cart of a friend. He went out, and we
all had prayer together. After a time
the cart came, and we started for Pe
kin. We did not meet any Boxers, but
saw them in the distance. We went
to one of the church member's homes,
onl> to find it in ruins, then to a place
we owned, but had rented. Our ten
ants not only would not take us in,
but refused to pay us money they owed
us. We drove from street to street.
At last I saw my husband was nearly
desperate, and I whispered to him,
God has let us come all this road and
we have not met Boxers; we must not
seek death; perhaps He means us to
live.”
The carter then got to talking with
some people and learned that the
Methodist Episcopal mission had not
been attacked, so with great joy we
made our way across the city and
were received with open arms. The
children jumped up and down in the
cart and said: “It is almost as nice as
getting to heaven.” It did seem so to
us after the auxious hours. During
the siege our dear little girl died, and
heaven seems very near to us now.—
The Congregationalist.
LONGEVITY IN FROZEN FISH.
After Eleveu Years This One AVas Thawed
Out. and Sli© Started a Hatchery.
I have read with a great deal of in
terest an article headed “Life in Froz
en Fish.” While it does not seem
credible that fish can be frozen until
they are as hard as a stone and upon
being placed in cold water for a few
moments only become as lively as
ever, it is nevertheless true.
In 1873 I was residing at Junction
City, a pretty little city located in a
romantic spot on the banks of Mill
creek in central Wisconsin. The coun
try at that time was new and fish and
game were plentiful. Mill creek was
at the time famous as a trout stream,
it being no trouble at all to catch 50
pounds of speckled trout in a half
day’s fishing. Feb. 15, 1873 —I remem
ber the date because it was my twenty
first birthday—l took down my rifle
and struck out into the forest for the
purpose of killing a deer. I had wan
dered along the banks of the stream
for a distance of perhaps two miles
when I ran into an old hunter who had
cut a hole in the ice, through which he
was fishing for trout. He xvas meet
ing with great success, for scattered all
around him could be seen the speckled
beauties, where ne had thrown them
as he took them off his hook. I was in
vited to help myself, which invitation
I cheerfully accepted and I proceeded
to put a number of the fish in my game
bag.
It was just 4.47 o’clock when I re
turned home that afternoon, tired and
hungry, and after hanging up my
rifle took one of the largest of the trout
and placed it out in a large cold-stor
age warehouse that stood near my
house, intending to present it to
“Uncle” Satfi Carson for his breakfast
the next morning. The fish was for
gotten and as a result lay in that ware
house solidly frozen until June 10,
18S4. Now, here is tne strange part
of my story, which I should hesitate
to relate had not the article referred
to paved the way, as it were.
On the night of the date last men
tioned, just about 11 years aider this
fish had been placed in the cold stor
age, the building was totally destroyed
by fire. During the process of the fire
the fire department, in the effort to
save the property, had thrown suffi
cient water to fill up the cellar, which,
by the way, was walled up in rock
and cement, and was, therefore, xvater
tight. Three years later it was de
cided to rebuild the cold-storage ware
house and men set to work pumping
the water out of the cellar, which the
rains had kept well filled. To our
amazement, 447 fair-sized speckled
trout were taken out, besides the old
one, which had evidently fallen into
the cellar at the time the warehouse
was destroyed, thawed out and
spawned. The original trout was
easily identified, one of its eyes having
been accidentally knocked out and a
part of its tail broken off before it was
placed in the warehouse.
Any one doubting the truthfulness
of this story can easily be satisfied by
writing to Frank Blood or Arthur
Sturtevant f Steveus Point, Wis., or
to Eugene Sheppard of Rhinelander,
Wis. —George E. Oster, in Chicago
Inter Ocean.
Life Aboard an Arctic Boat.
“The days and weeks pass without
;our taking any account of them. We
get up at 6.30 in the morning. At 7
we feed the dogs. At Bwe have break
fast, and at 12 we dine. Then we work
till 6.30, when we have supper, after
which we smoke and play cards or
chess till bedtime. It is not at all
cold. Rarely does the thermometer
descend below zero. Yesterday the
sun shone gloriously. The ice reflected
it with a blinding glare and Iu bril
liant colors. The ship has withstood
all the assaults of the ice. It is splen
did to see how it breaks up ice that is
sometimes three or four feet thick. At
other times, when it is even thicker,
the ship is rpshed against it at full
steam. The shock splits and breaks it
very often for a distance of 40 or 50
yards. The Duke of Abruzzi is always
on the bridge, and loses no opportuni
ty of getting ahead. Sometimes he
does not even come down to his meals.
Whenever we get the smallest open
ing he orders us to go on and we are
glad of it, because the more we ad
vance at the present! time the less we
shall have to do next year.”—Leslie’s
Popular Monthly.
On the Kneiuy’ Fire, of Course.
“I think the enemy has got our
range, captain,” said the officer of the
day.
“How in the world are we to cook
our dinner?” replied the captain, ab
sent-mindedly.—What to Eat.
THE WEEKLY NEWS. CARTERSYILLE, GA
Start The New Century Right!
Don’t try to get along with those old fashioned,
out of date farm implements. What’s the use, when
our prices on up-to-date implements are so low ?
EVERY TEST-^
for quality and durability, has been given
the machinery which we sell and recommend,
“Tried and true” makes are the only ones
good enough for our customeis.
WE ARE PROUD
■* n—M. i
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line of
STYLISH
BIGS
OLD VETS INSTALLED
Georgia Soldiers’ Home Opened
With Befitting Ceremonies.
AMIDST MUSIC AND ORATORY
Great Throng Gathered to Witness the
Exercises—Twenty-Four of
the Old Heroes Are Al
ready Cosily Ensconced.
The Confederate Soldiers' Home at
Atlanta was opened with impressive
ceremonies Monday morning, and
when the shades of night fell, the re
treat sheltered twenty-four as brave
and loyal hearts as ever responded to
the bugle’s call to charge. There be
neath the shade of trees which soften
the sun’s rays upon their spacious
home, surrounded by their friends and
comrades in arms of other days—those
who have worked with untiring energy
to see the home a reality—they sat
down to rest with peace and comfort
to crown the last of their valorous
days.
Despite the rain and continued
threatening weather hundreds of vet
erans. wives and sons and daughters
and grandchildren of veterans gath
ered at the soldiers’ home to witness
the exercises which would formally
dedicate it to the noble cause for
which it was designed thirteen years
ago. when it was still only an idea, but
an idea with a purpose behind it. Vis
itors and veterans gathered upon and
around the north piazza, which served
as a speaker’s stand, and listened to
words of eloquent eulogium and touch
ing pathos evoked by memories which
can never die.
To the left of the speakers’ table at
one end of the piazza was stationed
the Fifth Regiment band, which pro
vided spirited music, and next to the
band were the old soldiers who had
gathered to their new home, and to the
occasion, though the tide of youth had
long since ebbed, they brought still
the spirit to applaud the sentiment of
the orators and to give a ringing cheer
for “Dixie.” To'the right of the speak
ers' table sat the trustees of the home
and many ladies, members of the
Daughters of the Confederacy and oth
er patriotic societies. Under the trees
before the piazza stood many to whom
the exercises were of deep signifi
cance —the veteran whose floodgates
of memory were opened, the youth
who esteems the heritage of valor and
of youth that is his.
There with bared heads, all heard
the exercises through, and not a few
handkerchiefs sought eyes when Pres
ident W. L. Calhoun, closing the day,
in voice marked with deep emotion,
said:
“This is the proudest day of my life,
when I can welcome these, my com
rades. to their home. I now formally
declare the doors of the Confederate
Soldiers’ Home opened.”
Twenty-four of the forty-four veter
ans already positively admitted to the
home arrived there during the day
and were assigned to their rooms.
White hairs and crutches were in evi
dence. The first of the inmates to ar
rive was Curran Becton, from Jeffer
son county, who served in the First
Battalion, Georgia sharpshooters.
The home was well prepared to re
ceive all the old veterans who gather
ed there and could have taken care of
many more. Thirty of the sixty sleep
ing rooms, each accommodating two
persons, have been substantially and
neatly furnished, and are ready for
occupancy.
ACTOR SLAYS ACTRESS.
Bloody Tragedy Enacted In Parlor of
a Chicago Hotel.
Monday night, in the parlor of the
Vernon Hotel, in Chicago, Edward For
shay. of Kansas City, an actor and
assistant manager of theatrical com
panies, shot and killed Miss Edna
Stokes, an actress, whose home is at
Sedalia, Mo., with whom he was deep
ly in love.
After killing the woman Forshay
ran, but was arrested. When taken to
the police station he said that he in
tended to kill himself, as he could not
live w r ithout Miss Stokes’s love, but
that his nerve failed him at the last
minute.,
ORDER WAS INEFFECTUAL.
Strikers Seem to Have Totally Disre
garded Southern’s Ultimatum.
Vice President Gannon, of the South
ern railway. Monday said that so far
as the road was concerned the strike
incident was closed. He refused to
say how many of the machinists nad
returned to work at the regular hour
Monday morning in accordance with
the irltimatum given them at all the
shops, but said that the road was fill
ing the places of all those who had
failed to resume work.
Electric Bolt Kills Father and Son.
J. H. Gallup and his son Ralph, re
cently from Grand Ridge, 111., were
killed by a bolt of lightning while they
were standing by an open window at
their home in Welch, La.
Texas i-ioneer Dead at Eighty.
Guy M. Bryan, aged eighty years,
president of the Texas Veterans’ Asso
ciation, and in his prime one of the
best known men in Texas, died at Aus
tin Tuesday of paralysis.
Wlllll EffisV mucous patches in
the mouth, erup-
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colored splotches,
/hggfi swollen glands, aching muscles
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PENSION ROLL INCREASES.
Veterans of Spanish American War
Makes Beneficiary List Stretch Out.
Uncle Sam’s pension roli is still on
the boom. The fiscal year ends June
30th, and already 43,399 new names
have been placed on the roll for the
eleven months, with prospects of sev
eral thousand more during this month.
Last year 45,344 names were added,
but the increase this year is expected
to be larger. The Spanish-Ameriean
war pensions thus far include 3,525
names. Claims filed for service in the
war with Spain thus far number 43,874.
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ON HER ACCOUNT.
On her account they left the laft.
Where rich papa's soap factories stand.
And, ’mid the Old World’s classic show.
Where rank is high, if funds are low.
She fought the fight mamma had
planned.
At that strategic dame’s command
She led her trumps for court cards, and
At length kind Fortune did bestow
On her a Count.
And so she’s titled, great, and grand;
Mamma is proud; the Count is bland;
All three ure pleased, but this we
know:
Most pleased are those he chanced to
owe,
For now he draws with lavish hand
On her account.
—Joe Lincoln, in the Century.
HUMOROUS
Blobbs —I told her she was a bird.
Slobbs—What did she say? Blobbs—
Wanted me to fly with her.
Nell—When they came back from
their wedding trip he had $2.89 in his
pocket. Belle —He always was close!
Slllicus —I like to think that life is
all music. Cynicus—lt is. It is made
up of people who are either sharps or
fiats.
“What shall I make the backstop
out of?” asked the carpenter, who was
fixing up the baseball grounds. “Why,
pitch pine, of course,” replied the
manager.
“So your mother-in-law died on the
steamer on the way over, eh? What
was the disposition of the remains?”
“Unusually quiet and peaceful,” re
plied Henpeck.
Wigg—l thought Miss Farland wrote
fiction. Wagg—So she does. Wigg—
But she's the author of a cook book.
Wagg—Well, I guess there's a good
deal of fiction in that.
Muggins—Where’s your burglar
alarm? Did you have it taken out?
Buggins—lt went off one night and
never came back. A thief broke into
the house and stole it.
“Have you been through calculus?”
inquired the college professor. “Not
unless I passed through at night on
my way here,” replied the new stu
dent; “I’m from Kansas, you know.”
Clerk —Anything else, sir? Can’t I
sell you a nice umbrella? Customer —
No. Everybody steals my umbrellas.
Clerk—Oh, but these we sell are so
poor nobody would think of stealing
them.
Hoax —I hear your friend Kaufman
went out to Colorado for his health.
Joax —Yes; and he’s located there per
manently now. That so? What’s his
position? Horizontal, and about six
feet deep.
She was rather plain, but wealthy
He had proposed and requested a kiss.
“O!” she giggled, girlishly; “I don’t
like to kiss a man with a mustache.”
“Nonsense,” he replied; “I don’t mind.
Your mustache isn’t very heavy,
really.”
The editor of the woman’s page was
looking over his proofs. “Where is
that pudding recipe?” he howled. The
office goat gulped down the fag end
of a galley slip. “Ba-a-a-a!” he re
marked, which, being interpreted,
means: “The proof of the pudding is
in the eating.”
Found Fault with His Cavalry.
“Gentlemen,” said Frederick the
Great. “I am entirely dissatisfied with
the cavalry; the regiments are com
pletely out of hand; there is no accu
racy, no order; the men ride like tail
ors. I beg that this may not occur
again, and that each of you will pay
more attention to his duty. But I know
how things go on. You think I am
not up to your (lodges, but I know
them all and will recapitulate them.
When the season for riding drill comes
on, the captain sends for the sergeant
major and says, ‘I have an appoint
ment this morning at , tell the
first lieutenant to take the rides.’ So
the sergeant-major goes to the senior
subaltern and gives him the message,
and the latter says, ‘What! the cap
tain will be away? Then I’m off hunt
ing; tell the second lieutenant to take
the men.’ And the second lieutenant,
who is probably still in bed. says.
‘What, both of them away? Then I
will stay where 1 am. I was up till 3
this morning at a dance; tell the cor
net I am ill and he must take the
rides.’ Finally the cornet remarks,
‘Look here, sergeant-major, what is
the good of my standing out there in
the cold? You know all about it much
better than I do, you go and take
them; and so it goes, and what must
be the end of it all? What can I hope
to do with such cavalry before the ene
my?”—From “A History of Frederick
the Great.”
Whj He Wt Tardy,
Not long since a little chap who at-
Walnut Hills, arrived about half an
tended the Windsor street school on
hour late. He was not only tardy,
but brought with him a very dirty
face.
“Willie,” said the teacher, “why
are you late, and why didn’t you have
your face washed before you left
home?”
“Please, mam.” said Willie, “my
grandmother went skating last night
and was too tired to get up this morn
ing to get me ready for school.”
The teacher, of course, did not
think that Willie had told the truth.
She investigated, however, and found
that Willie was a truthful lad. His
parents were dead and he made his
home with his grandmother. The old
lady had joined a skating party the
night before. She enjoyed the sport
and got along very well while on the
ice. having been an expert skater in
her younger days. When she awoke
next morning and attempted to get
out of bed she found her benes
“cracking like a horse fiddle,” to use
the lad’s own words, and it took the
services of three neighbors to pry her
out c! bed. —Cincinnati Enquirer.