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THE CLEAN, GREEN HILLB.
The clean, green hills have called to me
amid the city’s stress,
"Come back to us, O wearied heart, and
hnd thine old redress,
The long-lost beauty of thy days, the
vanished loveliness!
"Return to us and hero regain the dreams
lost long ago,
Whether the April grasses wake or wheth
er the keen winds blow;
Oh, lind again the quiet hills, theh' se
crets know!”
•
The clean, green hills, the silent hills,
the ancient place of peace!
I heard their voices calling me, and
craved the old surcease,
O clean, green hills, how long, how long
before 1 find release!
—Charles Hanson Towne in Broadway
Magazine.
The Feet of the
Children.
\
By Norman Duncan.
“Once of a still night at Twist Tickle
(when I was grown to be eleven) my
uncle came betimes to my room to
make sure that I was snug in my sleep.
’Twas lull weather without, the first
chill and frosty menace of winter
abroad; clear, windless, with all the
stars that ever shone a-twinkle in the
far velvet depths of the sky beyond
the low window of my room. I had
drawn wide the curtain to let the
companionable lights . come in; to
stare, too, into the vast pools of shad
ow's, which was the sea, unquiet and
sombre beneath the serenity and
twinkling splendor of (he night. Thus
I lay awake, high on the pillows,
tucked to my chin: hut feigned a rest
ful slumber when 1 caught the sigh
and downcast tread of his coming.
" ‘Dannie,’ he whispered, ‘is you
awake?’
“I made no answer.
“‘Ah, Dannie, isn’t you?’
“Still I would not heed him.
“‘I wlsht you was,’ he sighed, ‘for
I’m wonderful lonely the night, lad,
an’ wantin’ t’ talk a spell.’
“ ’Twas like a child’s beseeching. 1
was awake at once—wide awake for
him: moved by the wistfulness of this
appeal to some perception of his need.
“ ‘An’ is you comfortable, Dannie,
lyin’ there in your own little bed?’
“ ‘Ay, sir.’
"‘An’ happy?’
" ’Grand, sir!’ said I,
“He crept softly to my bed. ‘You
don’t mind?’ he whispered. I drew
my feet away to make room. He sat
down, and for a moment patted me
with the tenderness of a woman. ‘You
don’t mind?’ he ventured again, in
diffidence. 1 did not mind (but would
not tell him so); nay, so far was I
from any objection that 1 glowed with
content in this assurance of loving
protection from the ills of the world.
‘No?’ said he. ‘l’m glad o’ that: for
I’m so wonderful old an’ lonely, an’
you're sort o’ all 1 got, Dannie, t'
fondle. 'Tis pleasant t’ touch a thing
that's young an’ not yet smirched by
sin an' trouble. ’Tis some sort o’ cure
for the souls o’ broken folk, I'm think
in’. An’ you don’t mind? I’m glad o’
that. You’re get tin’ so wonderful old
yourself, Dannie, that I was a bit.
afeared. A baby yerterday an’ a man
the morrow! You’re near growned tip.
Eleven year old!’ with a wry smile, in
which was no pride, but only poignant
regret. ‘You're near growned up.’
Presently he withdrew n little. ‘Ay,’
said he gently; ‘you is housed an’ clad
an* fed. So much I’ve managed well
enough.’ He paused—distraught, his
brows bent, his hand passing aimless
ly over the sears and gray stubble of
Ills head. ‘You’re happy, Dannie?’ lie
asked, looking up. 'Come, now, is you
suie? You’d not he makin’ game o'
the old man, would you. Dannie?
You'd not tell tin you was when you
wasn't, would you? Is you sure you’re
happy? An’ you’re glau, is you, t’ be
livin’ all alone at Twist Tickle with a
ol* feller like Nick Top?’
“ ‘Wonderful happy, sir.’ I answered,
used to the question, free and prompt
in response; 'happy, sir—with you.’
“ ‘An’ you is sure?’
"1 was sure.
“ ‘l’m glad o’ that,’ ho continued, but
with no relief of the anxious gloom
upon his face. ‘l’m glad you is com
fortable an’ happy. ! ’low.’ said he,
‘that poor Tom Callaway would like t’
get word of it. Poor Tom! Poor ol’
Tom! Lord love you. lad! he was
your father: an’ he loved you well—all
too well. I ’low' he’d be wonderful
glad just t’ know you was comfortable
an’ happy—an’ good. You is good, isn’t
you? Oh. 1 knows you Is! An’ 1 wlsht
Toni Callaway could know. 1 wlsht he
could: for 1 ’low ’twould perk un up a
bit in the place he’s to. t’ get wind of
*|t that his little Dannie was happy
with ol’ Nick Top. He’ve a good deal
t’ bear. I’m thiukin’, where he’s to: an’
Would give un something t‘ distract
hb- mind if he knowed you was doin’
w*ll. But, Dannie, lad,’ he pursued,
with a lively little Cash of interest,
•thly’s a queer thing about tint. Now
Lhiri, mark you! ’tis easy enough t’ send
Aloft; but when it comes t*
In* a line or two o’ comfort f the
poor damned folk Below, they’s no
mortal way that I ever heard tell on.
Prayer,’ says he, ‘wings aloft, far be
yond the stars, t’ the ear o’ God His
self; an’ I wisht—oh, I wisht —they
was the same sort o’ telegraph wire t’
hell! For,’ said he, sadly, ‘l’ve got
some news that I’d Rind o’ like t’
send.’
“I could not help him.
“‘l’m tired!’ he complained, with a
quick-drawn sigh. ‘l’m all wore out;
an’ I wisht I could tell Tom Callaway.’
“I, too, sighed.
“ ‘But I ’low,’ was my uncle’s woe
begone conclusion, ‘that that there
poor ol’ Tom Callaway ’ll just have t’
wait till I sees un.’
“My uncle looked up. ‘Dannie,’ said
he, ’you don’t mind my sittin’ here for
a spell on your little bed, do you?
Honest, now?’
“’Twas woeful supplication; the
voice a child’s voice; the eyes—dimly
visible in the starlight—a child’s be
seeching eyes.
“ ’Jus’ for a little spell?’ he pleaded.
“I said (hat I was glad to have him.
“ ‘An’ you isn’t so wonderful sleepy,
is you?’
“ ‘No, sir,’ I yawned.
“He sighed. ‘l’m glad.’ said he. ‘An
I’m grateful t’ you, lad, J or bein’ kind
t’ ol’ Nick Top. He ain’t worth it,
Dannie —he’s no good; he’s jus’ a ol’
fool. But I’m lonely the night—most,
wonderful lonely. I been thinkin’ I
was sort, o’ makin’ a mess o’ things.
You is happy, isn’t, you, Dannie?’ he
he asked, in a flash of anxious mis
trust. ‘An’ comfortable —an’ good?
Ah. well, maybe; I’m glad you’re
thinkin’ so. But I ’low I isn’t much on
fetchin’ you up. I’m a wonderful poor
hand at that. I ’low you’re gettin a
hit beyond me. I been feelin’ sort o’
helpless an’ scared; an’ I was wishin’
they was somebody t’ lend a hand with
the job. I overhauled ol’ Chesterfield,
Dannie, for comfort; but somehow I
wasn’t able t’ put my finger on a won
derful lot o’ passages t’ tie to. He’ve
wonderful good ideas on the subjeck o’
manners, an’ a raft of un, too; but the
ideas he’ve got on souls, Dannie, Is
poor an’ sort o’ damned scarce. So
when I sot down there with the bottle,
I ’lowed that if I come up an’ you
give me leave t,’ sit on the side o’ your
little bed for a spell, maybe you
wouldn’t mind recitin’ that there little
piece you’ve fell into the habit o’ usin’
afore you goes t’ bed. That wee thing
about, the Shepherd. You wouldn’t
mind, would you, just sort o’ givin’ it
a light overhaulin’ for me? I’d thank
you, Dannie, an’ you would be so kind;
an’ I’ll be as quiet as a mouse while
you does it.’
“ ‘The tender Shepherd?’
!!‘Ay,’ said he; ‘the Shepherd o’ the
lambs.’
“‘Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me;
Bless thy little lamb tonight;
Through the darkness be Thou near
me;
Keep me safe till morning light.
’“All this day Thy hand has led me,
Anl I thank Thee for Thy care;
Thou has warmed me, clothed and fed
me:
Listen to my evening prayer.
“ ’Let ray sins be all forgiven;
Bless the friends 1 love so well;
Take us all at last, to heaven,
Happy there with thee to dwell.’
“And now the lower stars wore pal
ing on a far-off flshu of light. I had
been disquieted, but was by this wax
ing glow made glad that the sea and
rock of the world were to lie uncover
ed of their shadows while yet I was
awake. ’Twas a childish prayer—too
simple in terms and petition (as some
may think) for the lad that was I
to utter, grown tall and broad and
lusty for my years; but how sufficient
(l recall) to still the fears of night!
I sat up in my bed, peering through
the window, to catch the first glint of
the moon and to watch her rise drip
ping. as I used to fancy, from the
depths of the sea.
“‘But they stray!’ my uncle com
plained.
“ ’Twas an utterance most strange.
‘Uncle Nick,’ I asked, ‘what is it that
strays?’
“’The feet o’children,’ he answered.
“By this I was troubled.
*’ ‘They stray,’ he repeated. ‘Ay: ’tis
as though the Shepherd minded not
at all.’
‘“Will my feet stray?’
“He would not answer; and then all
at once I was appalled—who had not
feared before.
‘“Tell me!’ I demanded.
“He reached out and touched my
hand —a fleeting, diffident touch —ami
gently answered, *Ay, lad; your feet
will stray.’
“‘No, no!’ I cried.
“ ‘The feet of all children.’ said he.
‘ ‘Tis the way o’ the world. They
isn’t mothers’ prayers enough in all
the world t‘ change the Shepherd’s
will. He’s wise—the Shepherd o’ the
lambs.’
“ ‘ ’Tis sad. then.’ I expostulated,
‘that the Shepherd haves it so.’
“ ‘Sad?
“ ‘Ay—wondrous sad.’
“Tin not able t’ think ’tis sad.’
said he. ‘ ’Tis wise, Dannie, I’m think
in'. t’ have the lads wander in strange
paths. I’d not have un suffer fear an’
sorrow, God knows! not one poor lad
of all the lads that ever was. I’d suf
fer for their sins meself an’ leave un
go scot free. Not one but I’d be glad
t’ do it for her. But still ’tis wise. I’m
thinkin’, that they should wander an’
learn for theirselves the trouble o’
false ways. I wisht,’ he added, simply,
‘That they was another plan—some
plan t’ save un sorrow while yet it
made un men. But I can’t think o’
none.’ ” —From Norman Duncan’s, The
Cruise of the “Shining Light.”
SADDEST FACT ABOUT GOTHAM.
It is the Presence of the Man Always
Fawning for a Tip.
William Allen White writes of New
York City and Emporia (his home
town) in the American Magazine.
Following is Mr. White’s account of
the saddest thing he sees in New
York:
“Country dwelling American men
and most of the women are instinc
tively democratic. And, being demo
cratic, the cities sadden us country
people. For the city—and New York
is typical of urban America —fosters
too much of the sham relation be
tween men that one finds where class
lines are set. The eternal presence
of a serving class, whose manners
may some day petrify into servility,
the continual discovery that the man
who brings the food or sweeps the
street or drives the cab considers
wholesome conversation with him
from his patrons as a sign of low
breeding, the presence of the man
who fawns for a quarter, all these
make the countryman in New York
desire to rush home and organize a
Sitting Bull lodge of Ancient and
Amiable Anarchists.
“It is not the extravagance of the
rich, but the limber knees of too
many of the poor, that disgusts the
countryman, in New York. The sad
dest thing in that great city to one
who comes from the frank, wholesome
clean, happy faces of the country is
not tho eyes, not the overfed, puffy
necked figures of the lazy, respecta
ble, hotel-dwelling women, who get
no more exercise than stuffed geese,
not the besotted faces of the men
about the barrel houses —though a mer
ciful God knows they are sad enough,
but ladder than they are the loath
some wooden faces of the men who
stand decked out like human mani
kins in purples and greens and what
not of modish silliness and for a
price surrender themselves to be
made part of the landscape. For
years Mickle, the painter, was the
lowest form of humanity we had in
Emporia. He was the town drunk
ard, once they fined him for beating
his wife, drink made him a loafer
and a brute. But some way one felt
down in Mickle there was the soul of
a man; some way one knew that he
would not do certain things for mon
ey; some way one always understood
that Mickle could always look into
depths of personal degradation below
him and tell whoever tempted him
there to go to — s —. But, on the
other hand, some way the flunky is
just a flunky and he seems to have
given up the right to resent personal
insult when he assumes the miser
able part. And for a man to com
mercialize his American birthright
seems a heart-breaking tragedy.”
“Plugging” a Hotel Guest.
The hotel detective stepped out of
the elevator and walked over to the
counter.
“Well, I plugged him.” he said.
“Plugged him? Who? What for?
Where did you hit him?” quickly
asked a friend, who was standing by.
“Didn’t hit him auywhere; just
plugged the keyhole of his door. Nev
er hear of plugging before? When
we have a guest whom we suspect is
getting ready to leave without settling
or whose credit is exhausted and fails
to settle up, we just wait till he leaves
his room, and plug the keyhole in the
door. Then he has to settle up or
leave his baggage. The plug fits over
the end of a key. It is placed in the
lock and turned. The key is then
withdrawn, leaving the plug in the
in the door."—Kansis City Star.
Only Reported Dead.
A stratling case of the sudden reap
pearance of a person supposed to be
dead is reported from the village of
Monte-Segall, near Pavia, where a
soldier, supposed to have been killed
in the fight between the Italians and
Abyssinians at Abba-Garima and
mourned and almost forgotten, fright
ened the wits out of his relations by
quietly knocking at the family door
the other day and observing as it was
opened, “Well, here I am.
He afterward explained that, though
left on the field for dead, he recov
ered from his wounds, and on being
released, went to London, where he
obtained work as a waiter, and then
getting a little shop of his own,
made money enough to make him
think of seeing Italy once more.—
London Globe.
His First Care.
Bacon—You say Santos-Dumont nev
er smokes when he’s up in his balloon?
Egbert —Never; but when he comes
down the first tiling, he likes Is to be
helped to alight.—Yonkers Statesman.
Georgia Cullings
Curtailed Items of Interest
Gathered at Random.
Governor Terrell Honored.
Three hundred representative Geor
gians gathered about the banquet
board in the Piedmont hotel in At
lanta to pay a wonderful tribute to
Governor Joseph M. Terrell. This
farewell dinner is the spontaneous ex
pression of loyal friends from Tybee
to the Tennessee line. It is a remark
able fact that out of something over
three hundfited invitations sent out,
not more than a dozen or so were
declined, and these with words of re
gret and praise for the movement.
* * *
A., B. & A. Increases Stock.
The Atlanta, Birmingham and Atlan
tic Railroad company has secured
from Secretary of State Philip Cook
an amendment to its charter under
which it is permitted to increase its
capital stocw from $24,351,400 to $35,-
000,000, of which $10,000,000 will be
preferred stock and $25,000,000 com
mon stock.
Of the new stock it is understood
$2,000,000 will be issued at once and
will be negotiated along with $8,000,-
000 of bonds for the purpose of com
pleting the road.
* * *
Only a Salaried Employee.
Thomas F. Stocks, Atlanta water
commissioner, who is charged with
v receiving commissions from the Rag
land Coal company of Ragland, Ala.,
was exonerated in the report submit
ted to the council by the special com
mittee.
The committee finds that Thomas F.
Stocks is only an employee of the
Stocks Coal company, which is not a
corporation, but exclusively owned by
Frank M. Stocks, the father of Water
Commissioner Stocks, and that he is
paid a stated monthly salary.
* * *
Scaled from $70,000 to $6,000.
By cutting out duplicate orders
eliminating those which would not
stand the test, the railroad commis
sion, a few days ago, slashed the Pen
nington & Evans Lumber company’s
demurrffge claim of $70,000 to $6,-
170.
Several weeks ago the Barfield, Ga.,
lumber dealers presented a claim tor
something over $70,000 against the Au
gusta, Douglas and Gulf railroad.
After eliminating duplicates and go
ing over the claim carefully, the com
mission has recommended the pay
ment of $6,170 to Pennington & Ev
ans. The claim was based on failure
to deliver cars promptly.
** * ,
Cotton One-Third Off.
The present condition of the cotton
crop in Georgia, as compared with the
outlook at this time last year, pronu
ises an output of at least a third
less than was made last year. In
many of the counties the-reduction
will be 50 per cent and in a few
cases even more than that, while the
average decrease will, as stated,
amount io about 33 1-3 per cent.
Over a hundred counties in Georgia
are big producers of cotton and it
would seem that of these only six have
anything like an average crop. In
practically every county it has been
plant the third time, which means
that Georgias crop will be fully three
weeks behind this year.
* * #
Must Have SIOO,OOO Capital,
Attorney General John C. Hart has
rendered an opinion to Secretary of
Slate Cook, which is vital to the in
terna.3 of the organizers of life in
surance companies operating upon a
limited capital.
Attorney General Hart holds that
no insurance company may, under the
provisions of the act of the Georgia
legislature, approved August 22, laU5,
be incorporated as a stock company
in this siate wi.h less than SIOO,OOO
capital stock, paid in.
The question was raised by Secre
tary of S.ate Cook, upon the applica
tion of the Home Industrial Life in
surance company of Rome,which made
appiica.ion for a charter, the capital
stock of the company oeiug oniy $25,-
Ouu. Secretary Cook referred tne ques
tion to Attorney Genera! Hart, who
rendered the above stated opinion.
* * *
Road Can issue Stock.
An order modifying the restraining
order recently granted by Judge Pen
dleton upon peti.ion of Louis P.
Pa ire against the Atlanta, Birming
ham and Atlantic Railway company
and the A., B. & A. Construction ccm
aay, preventing a meeting of the
sme,.holders for the purpose of reis
su.ug - nek, was granted by Judge
1 r-u.... a a few days upon application
tne aeftudants.
According to the terms of the order
-.he two companies ar allowed to issue
STOP AT THE
ZETTLER HOUSE.
The best SI.OO a day house in the
city.
25,3 FOURTH ST., MACON. G<L,
Mrs. A. L. Zeltler, Proprietress.
stock it they desire, but are required
to give bonds, insuring the piaratifL
Pane, against damages in lieu of. s
ae restraining order preventing the
„eetir.g of the stockholders of the
companies.
* * *
No Negro Elks Allowed.
The Macon Lodge of Elks have won.
in their fight, against the negro or
ganization which planned a little over
a year ago. The state supreme court
has upheld the courts of Macon in
their action, forbidding the formation
of a colored Elks’ lodge.
The case went before Judge Felton
in the superior court. He was dis
qualified and allowed Judge A. L.
Miller to preside. The fight was won
on an injunction which was first sign
ed by Judge Feagan at McDonough,
and ih-en decided in Macon by Judge-
Miller. The final results have been
obtained as far as the state are con
cerned. Negroes in Macon had plan
ned a local lodge of Elks and the
membership was practically secured,
but members of Macon white Elks
took action in time .to secure an in
junction, which has teen sustained.
* * *
Rate Practically Two Cents.
While the passenger rate was re
duced to 2 cents per mile on only
two lines, the Atlanta and West Point
and the Western and Atlantic, the
practical effect by reasoi of competi
tion of paralleling lineA will be to
make that rate effective <fl many other
roads. 1
Take, for instance, the’Jfesiern and
Atlantic, with its 2-cenUrate. The
Southern has a rate of :\l-2 cents.
It is . natural to presume A hat from
Atlanta to Chattanooga, kjjh certain
intermediary points, the •kouthern
must cut its rate to 2 centSS|r mile
to compete with the W. & AY£ V
Other instances of these coqjjjtitive
lines with differing rates ekis* and
of course the cheaper rate is bpund
to prevail on both roads. The GeoVgia
and the Atlanta and West Point are
rather happily situated in this respect,
as competitive lines do not appiy with
such force to them. It may be seen,
h'owever, that the ultimate effect will
be to make practically a rate all over
the state of near 2 cents. General sat
isfaction with the rate promulgated is
heard.
BRIEF RESPITE FOR BUIIDRICX.
Ten Days Longer of Life is Given Con
demned Murderer by Governor.
George W. Bundriclt, the Crisp coun
ty, Georgia, murderer who was under
sentence to be hanged at Cordele June
11, was gran:ed a ten-day respite by
Governor Terrell, although the prison
commission declined to recommend
executive clemency or interference.
Bundrick escaped some time ago im
mediately after the governor had
granted him a respite, and recently
nave himself up in California.
BURGLARS ARE VERY KIND.
Robbed Clothing Store and Promise, in.
Letter or Apology to Pay Later.
An Augusta, Ga., clqthiug store pro
prietor possesses a note of apology
from two burglars that is unique, to
say Ihe least. It reads:
"Please pardon the liberty (and
don't cry oveg the other things) that
we took, but we just couldn't go to
the Jamestown exposition shabbily at- *
tired. When we rethrn we will be
flushed and we will pay you back.
“YOURS.”
MAIN LINE OF HAYWOOD DEFENCE.
Effort Will Be Made to Show Existence cf
Counter-Conspiracy.
In the further cross-examination of
Harry Orchard, at Boise, Monday,
counsel for William D. Haywood re
peatedly threw the suggestion of a
great counter-conspiracy formulated
and carried out by the enemies of
the Western Federation cf Miners and
indicated a determination to construct
their main line of defense on that
field.
LACE CURTAINS MENDED.
To mend lace curtains lay on iron
ing board, then take lace or net and
dip the patches the size required in
to cold raw starch. Spread these
patches over the worn or tern part
and iron with very hot flatiron. When
you wash the curtain repeat this plan
of mending.