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23 WA entimd.
JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER.
VOL. II.
Little Kisses.
Little Kisses at the gate
Meets me in the twilight lato;
Where the rarest roses be
Waits she with a kiss for me
Bound my neck her ringlets fall;
She’s the sweetest rose o*all!
“How much do you love mo, Kisses—
Little Kisses, crowned and curled?”
Then, with arms world-wide, she answered:
“Love you—love you—all tho world!”
Little Kisses at the gate
Whispers to tho white rose: “Wait?"
To the restless red rose she
Whispers: “Keep me company!"
And the rod rose petals fall
On the sweetest rose of all!
“How much do you love me, Kisses-.
Little Kisses, crowned and curled?”
Then, with arms world-wide, she answerd :
“Love you—love you—all the world!
Little Kisses, at the gate
Linger not too late—too late,
Lest some lonely angel far
Wandering from a loveless star
Where the earthless angels be,
Steal your face away from me
“How much do you love me, Kisses—
Little Kisses, crowned and curled?”
Shall I ever miss the answer?—
Love you—love you—all the world!”
—F. L. Stauton, in Atlanta Constitution.
Saved By a Phonograph.
Edwin Walters, geologist, botanist,
and explorer—at present engaged in
the discovery of the resources of the
Ozark region for the Kansas City,
Pittsburg and Gulf Railroad, is a
storehouse of information about the
Southwest, Mexico, and Central
America. Some of his stories of the
Southwestern Indians are romantic.
His familiarity with th\i cotlutry «u?d
the natives, particularly the Pueblos,
the sun worshippers, and his knowl¬
edge of Indian tongues and customs,
give his stories an ethnological inter¬
est.
He tells a story of how he escaped
interference, if nothing worse, from a
band of Jicarilla Apaches in tho Taos
Valley, in New Mexico, about two
years ago. He was on his way to
Tres Pedrns—three rocks—which lies
between Tierra Amarilla and the Four
Corners, that is where Colorado, Utah
and New Mexico como together. He
had with him a photographer, and
they carried their instruments in a
wagon. Among their impediments
was a phonograph. They were taking
impressions, both by light aud sound,
with their camera and the phono¬
graph.
When they came to the Taos range
which arose out of the Moreno Valley
and which lies north of Santa Fe
about 100 miles aud is north and east
of the Rio Grande River, he deter¬
mined to go over the range on foot
into the Taos Valley. Tho photogra¬
pher he sent with the team around by
the wagon road, a journey of two
days longer. The crest of the range
was 14,000 feet above the sea level and
the month was August. When he
started out he was lightly clad aud
unencumbered. He arrived almost at
the summit by night and there en¬
countered a terrific snow storm and
was obliged to retreat down the moun¬
tain. Ordinarily the trip over the
crest would have taken him only a
few hours. Under the circumstances
he was more than a day on the journey
and suffered from the cold until he
got down into the Taos Valley.
In the Taos Valley are three settle¬
ments. Fernando de Taos, a town of
about 2,500 Mexicans and Americans;
the Ranckero de Taos, where a Ger¬
man with a Mexican wife has a ranch
and flouring mill, and the Pueblo de
Taos, a settlement of Pueblo Indians.
It was to the Pueblo that Mr. Walters
was bound.
Mr. Walters arrived at Pueblo de
Taos, became the guest of San Juan,
the yolng chief, a fine young fellow
of 28 years,- whose wife was a beauti¬
ful girl of 18 years. He had had
previous acquaintance with San Juan,
And was hospitably received and made
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE 18 THE SUPREME LAW.
FORT GAINES, GA., FRIDAY. MARCH <;. 189(i.
himself comfortable to await the ar¬
rival of the photographer. He was
given a room in San Juan's house, in
the second tier of tho Pueblo. Tho
floor was spread with tanned ox hides.
In the centre was the hide of a pinto,
or piebald ox, and sewed around it
were black, white, and red hides, and
over these, in front of a bed, was a
bearskin. Tho bed was covered with
a sheet, woven by the women of the
house, and a pair of Navajo blankets,
so closely woven that they would hold
water. For food he was given venison
and bear meat, black beans, corn
bread, baked in the ashes, coffee, and
jam of wild plums and wild mountain
raspberries.
By means of n round piece of wood,
covered with beeswax, for a cylinder,
and a card with a kueedle through it
lor a diaphragm, ho explained in a
measure to San Juan the purpose of
the phonograph, aud this he did to
lesson the superstition of the Indians.
Pueblos abhor phonography, because
it implies tho uso of light, which to
them is sacred, being sun worshippers.
And they are equally Auspicious of
all the inventions of the white man.
When the photographer arrived with
the phonograph it was put in working
oigler, and San Juan and his wife were
delighted with the music and tho
speeches they could not understand.
But most of all they enjoyed the
sound of a light between a cat and a
dog given to the phonograph by an
animal imitator.
The Pueblo Indians are direct de¬
scendants of the Toltecs, but have lost
the arts which distinguished their an¬
cestors, and are now devoted mainly
to agriculture. They raise corn and
wheat, goats and sheep, and are a very
industrious people. Their oppressive
enemy is the tribe of Jicarilla
Apaches. At harvest time the Jica
rillas send spies down into the valley,
aud when they Bee the fruits being
garnered and the goats and donkeys
treading the grain from the sheafs
they go back to the mountains and
prepare for a raid.
Mr. Walters was anxious to secure
a cylinder for the phonograph record¬
ing the speech of San Juan. The
Pueblo consented to talk into the
mysterious machine, but when before
the receiver he was unable to speak..
“Tell us what you think of the
Apaches,” suggested Mr. Walters. In
a stream of Spanish came a bitter de¬
nunciation from the Pueblo, who had
many injuries unadjusted. He called
the Apaches everything abusive he
could think*of,' and spoke the names
of chiefs who were arch thieves. And
he did not stop until the cylinder ran
out. Meantime his wife and other
Pueblos listened approving]y. Not
long after this Mr. Walters and the
photographers continued their jour
nev.
Up the valley they went, now over
grassy mesas and again through can¬
yons so narrow and deep that they
could see the stars at noonday through
the narrow rift above them. One
afternoon they came out into a beau¬
tiful natural mountain park, with a
cold, clear stream running through it,
and plenty of wood and grass. Be¬
yond the park narrowed into another
canyon. In this park they determined
to camp for a day or two, the photog¬
rapher to make some views and Mr.
Walters to study the botany and to
prospect.
They were unpacking their camp
equipage and preparing to turn their
horses loose, when they saw emerge
from the canyon a band of about
forty Jicarilla Apaches. The Indians
were in full war regalia They were
painted black and red and had war
bonnets of eagle feathers on their
heads. Each carried a shining new
Winchester, and two or three revol¬
vers, which were the gifts of their
Uncle Sam
Thep hotographer was for catting
the horses loose aud at once making a
bolt.
“Make medicine first, thon,” snid
Walters, a-cheerfnl way af tolling him |
to pray. “And thou let’s bluff it J
out,”
And, ns they waited, tho Indians
rode up to them in siuglc file ns stolid
as wood.
“Buenos dios, ’ said W alters to the
first, who was evidently chief. Ho
was extra adorned with rod paint. Ho
grunted aud passed on looking
straight ahead. Pleasant greetings
in Spanish were offered to each, but
they ignored the white men, as their
chief had done. When they had
nearly all passed, Walters stood up in
the wagon and shouted :
“El bombre grande!” This was
passed up tho line aud tho great man
turned and rode slowly back, accom¬
panied by two of his sub-chiefs, while
the other Indians dismounted and
grouped themselves at a distanoe.
“This,” said Wulters in Spanish,
pointing to the phonograph, “is tho
great white man’s medicine box v It is
a box that talks and sings. It will
tell you everything.” Tho phono¬
graph sat on a rock, with its oar tubes
hanging down. The chief looked at
it * aud sneered slightly. Walters
turned to the photographer and said
in English:
“Slip San Juan’s cylinder iu there
in a hurry. Don’t be afraid. Always
act decisively with an Indium”
The cylinder was slipped in and
Walters picked up the ear tubes, and,
adjusting them in tho chief’s ears,
said:
“Listen and you will hear tho
Great Spirit talk to you out of tho
medicine box. ” At the same time he
slipped a pair of the tubs into his own
ears and watched the Indian’s face.
The phonograph was started and in a
moment, in excited Spanish, the
Pueblo’s denunciation squeaked forth.
The Indian’s lace was stolid for
awhile, but when his name was men¬
tioned he winced. When it recited
his wicked life and called down curses
upon him, he dropped tho tubes,
jumped into the air with a bowl and
took himself to a safe distance.
The photographer took tho tube out
and slipped another ono in, mean¬
while keeping his body between the
Indians aud the chief. One of the
sub-chiefs, a lank, huugry-looking
Indian, was invited to put tho tubes
to his ears and listen to tho Great
Spirit, but he declined with ill-grace.
His companion, a greasy looking in¬
dividual, whose ribs were well out of
sight, stepped forward and tho ma¬
chine was started. Ho. heard the
opening strains of “After tho Ball,”as
played by the Marine band. A look
of pleased wonder spread over his
face, and his head rocked in time with
tho rhymtk of the waltz. In a mo¬
ment came a bang of the drum and u
clash of cymbals, and tho trombone
bone man slid his instrument out
about four feet. The Indian dropped
tho tubes with a yell, and looked to
see where the trouble was. Then ho
lookcd at the phonograph a few min
utes and said:
“The devil is in the box.”
The Indians stalked off to their po- !
nies,mounted them from tho left side, j
and rode off in a dignfied manner,
They didn’t want the white men to
know that they were afraid of their
medicine box.
Walters and the photographer
stayed iu the mesa for a week. AH
about , . through , the ,, woods , they „ saw
,, the , blue , smoke . arising . . from the Ji
carilla ... camps, , but , they were not .
mo
tested, tor on tbe rock ,1,11 „„t the
terrible medicine ,• . , box.—Kansas Tr City
There are 48,000 artists in Paris, ,j
more than half of them painters.
The number of paintings sent in to
the exhibitions last year was about
40,000.
Life-Saving Stations.
The station itsolf is a two-sfcory
house built securely and solidly upon
some good site along tho beach; it is
comfortable and roomy, furnished by
tho Government, and has tho boat
room aud kitchen on tho lower floor;
„ large bedroom for tho keeper, an¬
other for the surfmen, and a store
room occupy the second story,
The boat-room is largo ami opens
by groat double doors upon tho beach.
It contains the life-saving apparatus—
always in perfect order and readiness.
Tho crow consists of a keeper and
six surfmon, though somo stations
number seven surfmen; there men
are graduates from no naval collogo,
but have sorvod their apprenticeship
with Old Ocean as tlioir master; they
must be able to handle a boat in the
roughest weather, und to face all tho
dangers of tho deep.
Each man must undergo a strict
medical examination, and must bring
to the station his certificate of good
health; aud ho is also obliged to sign
un agreement to faithfully perform all
duties.
The keeper receives a salary of $900
a year (up to 1892 it was but $700), ho
must bo at tho station all tho year
round, but is allowed a month’s leave
of absence in the summer if ho gives
up his pay. A surf man receives $65 a
month, is at tho station during eight
months of tho year, and has tho priv¬
ilege of leaving the station for twenty
four hours every two wcoks,—but in
lonely stations they genorally remain
for tho active season, which begins
September 1, ending May 1; when a
man loaves in May ho goes where ho
pleases, und if ho does not return iu
September the keeper gets another
man in his place for tho next winter
season.
The keeper is hold responsible for
the condition of everything connected
with tho station; ho must drill the
mon in their duties, divido the work
evenly, and see that tho men are
orderly. No liquor is allowed on the
promises; drunkness or neglect of
duty is punished by instant dismissal
from the service; the man who is de¬
tailed to cook must keep tho kitchen
iu perfect order; and each has his
shure of tho housework to perform,
for no women live at the stations.
Tho crew are numbered by tho
keeper from one to six, and at mid¬
night preceding September 1 the sta¬
tion goes into commission; at that
hour tho keeper gives patrol equip¬
ments to two of tho surfmen,and they
start out on the first patrol, and the
active season lias fairly begun: every¬
thing runs like clockwork after that,
and as strict a discipline is maintained
as on board a man-o’-war.—St Nich¬
olas.
Brcad as a Beauti Her.
Bread as the staff of life is a famil¬
iar enough idea, but bread as a means
of beauty has never received enough
consideration- It is a subject which
the persistent and consistent seeker
alter good looks will study. Obser
vation and physiological research will
show her that fine wheat bread means a
pasty or even rough complexion, that
pimples follow in tho wake of hot
bread, and that smooth rosy skins be
long to those who eat a coarse, whole,
grain cold breud. For tho latter are
best for the dsgestion, and good corn
plexions accompany only good diges¬
tions.— New York World.
Heart „ . Failure, ..
“Isn „ . t that Miss Smedley? I
thought she , was sick, homebody told
m11 ^ P _ “ nk , y t,d , , ^ . beT , U P' „
“Well he did sort o give her up
but not until he had tried five or six
years to get her.”—Chicago Tribune.
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George Stillman is suing to recover
immense valuable property in Brook
lyn under a deed given to an ancestor
by three Indian chiefs.
ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM-
NO. 9.
A Dug Brought the I’anlon.
It was a dog that brought liberty to
a convict in the Kentucky penitenti¬
ary recently. The intelligent brute
acted as a messenger between Govern¬
or Brown and tho felon,earrring the
pardon in its month from tho execu¬
tive mansion to tho prison, aud, after
gaming admittance, to tho recipient
of clemency himself. The dog is the
property of the Governor, and the
convict is O. G. Garden of Louisville,
who was sentenced two years ago to
serve a term of eight years for man¬
slaughter.
For somo time Garden has been
employed as a “trusty” at the Execu¬
tive Mansion, doing chores and run-*
uing errands. The dog, a lino-looking
specimen of the shepherd breed, i* a
family pet, aud is unusually intelli¬
gent.
It was part of Garden’s duty to look
after the animal, aud they came to be
fust friends. When the prison doors
I wore opened in tho morning the collie
! was there to meet Ins convict friend
and accompany him to the mansion,
j At night he returned with his
striped playmate to the grim portals.
i j When tho purdon was made out it
was suggested that tin: dog be per
j mitted to Qatr ? tLo w,:lcom0 of free -
■ dom to his devoted friend. The pa
per was enclosed in a stout envelope
and given to tho nnimul, which wa*
told to go to tho penitentiary. With
a wag of its tail, it Jefl the mansion
| aud down the old accustomed
ran
route to the prison. A telephone
message apprised the guards of his
coming, and ho was admitted without
j l ^ u ^‘
1 Garden Wfts in tho ? ard
awaiting the arrival of the Governor’s
messenger, never dreaming that the
j dog had been selected. Catching
sight of the well-known face, the dog
ran up to tho convict and )aid the en¬
velope at his feet. The glad cry of
happy surprise that tho over¬
joyed prisoner gave vent to on catch¬
ing up the official envelope and tear
iag it open was re-echoed by a suc¬
| cession of joyous barks from the four
footed harbinger of good tidings.—
i Cincinnati Enquirer.
The Heart of Ho!ham.
Tho real heart of Gotham, the brains
and genius of the metropolis, are to
be found iu a very small section of
this big city, writes a New York cor¬
respondent of thy Pittsburg Dispatch.
Between Fourteenth aud Fortieth
streets are found the men who write
j out dramas, who make our songs, who
compose tho music for our operas,
whose pens are responsible for many
of those bright little hits of humor
that lighten our lives, whose brains
invent many of the ideas that other
men utilize. It is no exaggeration to
say that this section is responsible for
nearly every bit of the new or original
literary matter that js produced in
this city. If it is not actually com¬
posed iu the little world, designated, it
is there critically examined, revised,
amended or put into the shape in w hich
it is finally given to the public. On
Broadway, between the streets named
one is constantly bumping against men
and women who are responsible for a
good deal of the music aud laughter
of this whole country.
Leap Year.
“Laura,” said the fond mother,
“what are the intentiousof that young
man you are permitting to call on yon
so often ?”
“Never mind that, mother,” an¬
swered the maiden. “I know what
my intentions are.”—Cincinnati En¬
quirer.
It Was.
Purchaser—You are sure the cheese
is old?
Grocer(cutting off a slice)—Yes sir.
Jimmie, come hold this bit of cheese
down until I get a piece of papeT to
wrap it up in.