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A STORY OF SLAVERY DAYS. Three White Men Whipped All the Me st mu Indignation Mooting. “In the days of slavery,” said an old soldier, “the worst trouble we used to have was in keeping tho negroes at homo. You know in those days a negro wus not allow ed to leave his master’s plantation with out a written pass. When this rule was violated, the offender was liable to the most severe punishment. This punish -4 meat was administered with a long whip on the slave’s bare back. Fifty lasbes was the regulation punishment for a slave’s running away. “There is one Incident that I will never forget. I was living near Pendleton, in this state, and tho slaves around there were thick. Near tho village was Samuel Maverick’s largo plantation. Late one afternoon I heard that about 10 negroes had congregated near Mr. Maverick’s, in a dense wood, to hold some kind of indig nation meeting. Gatherings of the kind. In those days were not frequent, from the fact that the slaves had some idea of the punishment that would accrue when they were discovered. In the wood of which I speak was a small one room cabin. The rumor was that the negroes were to meet at the cabin. “My purpose was to get two men to join me, surround the cabin and whip the slaves. Two friends willingly went with me, and we arrived near the edge of the wood about dark. Our horses were fas tened in a dump of bushes, and we crept toward the cabin. All the negroes were in the house. They never took the precau tion to place a guard on duty, because they did not believe they could ever be found. We easily surrounded the house. One man was sent-to watch tho lone window, while the other and I wont to the door. “Tho negroes were having a high old time. They were discussing a recent whip ping when one of their friends received a terrible flogging from a hard taskmaster for a very light offense. Just as the in dignation proceeding was at its highest I shoved open the door and slipped in. My friend followed to prevent any of tho men escaping. Our presence had tho effect of stampeding the entire bunch of blacks. An angel could not have surprised th§m more. One big buck danced up to me, but I gave him a swipg with a heavy stick, and he fell to the floor paralzyed. No oth er attempt was made to raise trouble. “I told the crowd that I had to whip ev eiy man. It caused a storm, but the men had to submit. While my friend stood at tho door with a pistol I took tho slaves out one at a time and gave each 50 lashes on the bare back. The woods echoed with the cries of pain, though it made little differ ence. I was tired out with my part, and after a spell turned the lash over to the man at the door to act as executioner. Finally the last man was pulled from tho cabin, and when he was whipped we start ed home. The negroes fled as fast as they got their punishment, collecting in groups later to march home. We could still hear their cries as they stung under the effects of tho leather. The whipping had its good result, however, and that was tho last in dignation meeting in that part of the country. “Only one man escaped the whipping, as I thought. Ho was\ho old fellow, Jack Burt, who used to plAy the fiddle at the dances, and for that reason I did not want to hurt him. On making an investigation I found that he had brought his violin along and had it carefully hidden near the cabin. I ordered him to get it and play while I whipped. This he at first refused to do, but I told him 300 lashes would re sult if he refused. Os course Jack had to play. He drew his bow through a chunk of rosin and made his violin hum while tho voices of the crying darkies kept time weirdly. Every man who was whipped cursed the fiddler, though the fiddler pat ted his foot on the grass and seemed deaf to the groans. It was about tho most pe culiar combination that a man ever saw, but it pleased Jack gnd my two friends. “Twenty years later I was driving along the road near homo one day when I was overtaken by a negro on a mule. He called me by name and asked If I remembered him. I told him that I could not place his dusky face. I did not say anything about tho song you hear now about all coons looking alike, for it was not known then. The negro told mo that ho was in the cabin that night and that I did not whip him. I could not believe this. Ho explained the matter, however, by saying that he ‘clum up de chimney,’ and I guess he told the truth. Anyway I was glad of it 20 years later.”—Charleston Letter in New York Sun. Seventeenth Century Dress, A friend who is making a tour of the old libraries of Europe in search of some thing or other that is altogether too deep for mo came across a quaint old volume on dress, and he was thoughftul enough to secure a copy of the book for mp. It is one of Blanche’s, and we who have made a study of dress put Blanche where the schoolboy puts Bancroft. Blanche has studied the history of dress closely and more intelligently than almost any other costume historian. I find in this book, which is a history of British costume, that stiff collars were first Worn during the reign of James I, which, I think, covered the early part, or, I should say, the first quarter, of the seven teenth century, lacking two or three years. It was not until 1560 that starch was used, and then Queen Elizabeth had to get q Dutchwoman to come over to Lon don to stiffen up her ruffs. This Dutch woman and her husband taught the Eng lish how to make and use starch at the rate of £.5 for the course. Blanche is also responsible for the statement that the most expensive and the most artistic dress worn by men was that in vogue during the reign of Charles 1—1625 to 1648. In relation to women'soostume, it seems that the nineteenth century girl is not tho pioneer of the mannish mode. It was way back in 1700 that women first wore gar ments that were modeled after those worn by men. The 1700 woman did not wear bloomers or short skirts, but she did wear coats and waistcoats.—Vogue. Testy Tennyson. Tennyson was once dining at the house of his brother-in-law, Professor Lushing ton, and among the guests happened to be an inoffensive stranger who, never having had the honor of being in Mr. Tennyson’s company before, every now and then stole a glance of curiosity at the illustrious poet. Suddenly, however, those present were startled by Mr. Tennyson, who had been rather quiet for some time, looking up from the tablecloth and glaring wrathfully round the table. He fixed the young man With his glittering eye and said, loud enough to be heard by all present, “You are looking at me, I tell you.” The col lapse of the young gentleman was, of course, complete and instantaneous, the lesson enforced in his mind being that while a cat may look at a king it is some times at the cat's peril.—New York Trib une , —».—■ •• - KNOWN BY HIS SCARS. That Is the Way Uncle Sam Keeps Trank of Hi, Enlisted Men. While a good many people know in a general way of the Bertilloa system for the identification of criminals, com paratively few know of the simple method which Uncle Sam has been using for a number of years past to keep track of th J men who eat his rations and wear'his uniform in the regular army. The system employed by the war department might be termed the ‘ ‘nat ural method” and is at once simple and ingenious. It does away with all ap-, paratus except «a vertical measuring rod and a pair of scales. It is known as “the soar system” and has been found wonderfully effective. There is an unwritten theory in the army that ervery man who enlists will at some time or other desert. This is not entirely true, but the desertions are numerous enough to make it worth while to keep track of the offenders. In war the penalty for desertion is death, but in peace it is a long term of impris onment, and the subject is liable to pun ishment no matter how long a term has elapsed since his offense was committed. Strange as it may seem, the men who desert most readily are the ones who straightway go, back and enlist again/ though usually in some remote section of the country. The “recruiting card,” as it is.called, is big enough to contain two 6 inch outlines of a man’s form, front and rear view, with a good sized border for mar ginal notes. When the recruit is strip ped for his physical examination, he is gone over from head to foot, and every appreciable scar or permanent skin blemish is recorded. Its location is ac curatelynoted by a dot on the card, and its description is written on the mar gin. The hands and face usually have the greatest number of scars, but those on the body are apt to be the more pronounced and characteristic, as it is usually a more severe wound that pene trates the clothing and leaves its record on the flesh beneath. Moles are also noted, their color and other birthmarks or blemishes that would not ordinarily disappear with time. The question may arise as to what if a man have no scars, moles or birth marks. That.would be enough to identi fy him, for in all the thousands of men who have been catalogued by the de partment there has never been one who bore less than three clearly defined scars, while seven or eight is the more usual number, and there are some cases where the number runs up to 30 or 85. Further, so infinite are the chances of combination that there have never been two individuals whose height, weight and the number and location of their scars came anywhere near coinciding.— Washington Star. Slum Work In London. To accomplish any substantial result in slum work in London, a woman must not only give time and strength but life itself. Miss Meredith Brown, the English philanthropist, who has been the champion of the factory girls for some years, says that women who know only the slums of New York and Chica go have no conception of the horrors and misery of the slums close to the aristo cratic parts of London. The girls which Miss Brown’s special mission reaches are so rough and lawlfess that the Sal vation Army would not take them in, and the directors of a mission which had invited the girls to tea refused to allow them into the building again. The girls came to the feast with pillow slips under their aprons and snatched everything to eat off the table before their hostesses could stop them. Finally the courageous women inter ested in the welfare of these young semisav.iges decided that to reach the girls they would have to live among them. Ten dauntless women took up their residence in a rickety old house in the very heart of all the misery and squalor which makes the wild girls what they are, and their efforts at last were met with more than an encour aging response. “But it is very hard on the health,” says Miss Brown. “Two years will break down any one, so we have lost some of our best workers. ” New York Commercial. Made a Difference. ” “I can’t take that half dollar, madam. It’s a counterfeit.” “Why, I got it here yesterday morn ing. ” “ Are you sure?” “Yes, sir. I bought a pair of shoes for $3.50. I handed you ass bilk You gave me a dollar bill and this half dol lar in change. Therecan’t be any mis take about it. I haven’t had any other 50 cent piece in my possession since. ” “Let me look at it again. H’m—the coin’s all right It looks a little suspi cious, but on closer examination I find it’s only battered. I’ll take it. ” “Oh, I beg your pardon. Now that I think about it I didn’t get it here at all. A fruit peddler gave it to me in charge this morning. I had forgotten it. However, if it’s all right you’ll take it, so it doesn’t make any”— “H’m—on looking at it still closer, ma’am, I find my first impression was correct. It’s a counterfeit and a bad one. I shall have to refuse it, ma’am.” —Chicago Tribune. • A Society Mystery. • Mrs. de Fashion—So' 'Clara Pretty has married Mr. Noble. Why, he’s poor as a church mouse. Mrs. de Style—No prospects either. Mrs. Highup—No, and no family. Mrs Wayup—What on earth could she have married him for? Mrs. Tiptop—lt’s the greatest mys tery. Mrs. Topnotch—Yes, everybody in society is puzzled over it, but it seems impossible to solve the problem. * Mr. Noble (in parlor car of fast ex press train) —My darling, why did you marry me? The Bride —Bccaw* 1 love you.— Na* Weekly ♦ AN ARTISTIC REVENGE. * The Elevator Boy Made Life MUerabl. For the Stoat Stenographer. The elevator boy was a genius, although nothing of tho kind had ever been charged up against him. When the fat—that is.to say, stout, for only men and tho lower animals are fat, women of that style of architecture being invariably stout—when the stout stenographer on the ninth floor repulsed the admiring advances of the ele vator boy, she did not know that she was laying a mine for the destruction of her pbace of mind if not of herself. The ele vator boy, brooded upon tho snubbing be had received and resolved that he should - be gloriously revenged. But how? as the cheap novels say. Tho elevator boy did not know nt first, but the next time the stout stenographer entered his car to ride to the ninth floor an inspiration came to him. The inspiration came on a Monday morning. At noon of the same day the elevator boy, shooting downward from the pinnacle of the building, found the stout stenog rapher waiting at the ninth floor to go down and get her cup of coffee and peach pie a la mode. D “Nine, down!” piped the stout stenog rapher. The lift stopped, and with great dignity and politeness the elevator boy opened the door. The stout stenographer entered. The moment her foot pressed the floor of the cage the elevator sank two inches. The elevator bqy closed the door without a word, a glance or a smile, and the downward journey was resumed. The three men who were in the dropping box, however, gazed about with a wondering expression on their faces. When their eyes took in the proportions of the stout steno grapher a satisfied look came into their countenances. They-understood why the elevator had dropped two inches under the pressure. The stout stenographer colored a rich, autumnal red and looked daggers, sabers, broadswords and other cutlery at the boy. He said no word other than “Main floor. All out!” After the lunobeon hour the stout stenog rapher sauntered Into the rotunda of the big building once more. She had forgot ten the incident of the two inches. “Go ing up!” cried tho elevator boy, and she accelerated her movement toward the lift. Four men and two were inside. The boy again, with princely politeness, held the door open. She entered. At the pressure of her foot the elevator promptly dropped two Inches. The four men, aroused from after luncheon reflections by the sudden lurch, looked about inquiring ly. They saw the stout stenographer and smiled. The two women smiled with smiles of even greater dimensions and duration. The boy was a hewn monument of imperturbable dignity. The stout ste nographer glared about her. She half sus pected, but could not be certain. It was in this fashion that things con tinued for six days. She tried to catch the boy off his guard and slip into the lift when his attention was attracted to other things—the cigar stand, for Instance—but all such endeavors were unavailing. That fatal drop of two inches always manifest ed itself. She felt that she was a marked woman and the talk of the town. Once she resolved to walk up the nine flights of stairs rather than submit herself to the ig nominy of that elevator, but by the time she had reached the fifth floor, dishearten ed and perspiring, she rang the bell for the lift. “He Will not expect to catch me on this floor,” she said. But he did. She stepped inside. The elevator dropped. An ill bred man, who pretended to sell wire fencing on the eleventh floor, snickered. The stout stenographer turned upon him, but seeing the quiet, solemn face of the elevator boy she remembered in time that she was a perfect lady. On the sixth day the stout stenographer capitulated. She caused this advertisement to be inserted in a newspaper: “Wanted—Aposition by a capable ste nogapher; wages not so much a consider ation as a position with a firm doing busi ness on the ground floor.” The next day she went forever out of the tall building. The boy found the adver tisement in the paper and pasted it up in his cage, where he could see it all daylong. Such is adequate, beautiful, glorious re venge when undertaken by an artist.— Chicago Record. An Early Mention of Daguerre. M. Daguerre’s invention enables him to combine with the camera obsetira an en graving power—that is, by an apparatus, at once to receive a reflection of the scene without and to fix its forms and tints in delibly on metal in chiaroscuro—the rays of the sun standing in the stead of burin, or, rather, of acid—for the copies thus produced nearly resemble aquatina en gravings exquisitely toned. As to the pre cise details, M. Daguerre objects to impart them to any one till he has received some definite answer from the government, with whom he is in .treaty-foe the sale of his secret. The n pon itrhrsaid to be 300,000 francs. It iSpecessary, observes M. Arago, to see the works produced by tho machine, which is to be called the daguer reotype, fully to appreciate the curiosity of the invention. M. Daguerre’s last works have the force of Rembrandt’s etchings. He has taken them in all weathers—at all hours—a sketch of Notre Dame was made in a pouring rain (the time occupied by the process being lengthened under such unfavorable circumstances), and a sketch was produced by the moon’s light which required 20 minutes for its completion. As might be expected, the Invention fails where moving objects are concerned. The foliage of trees, from its always being more or less agitated by the air, is often but imperfectly represented. In one of the views a horse is faithfully given, save the head—which be never ceased moving—in another a decrotteur, all but the arms— which were never still. The invention will be chiefly applicable to still life—that is, to architectural subjects, etc. Aldine Magazine, 1839. Insects That War With the Mosquito. There are two natural enemies of the mosquito—the dragon fly and the spider. The latter, as we know, wages constant warfare upon all insect life, and where mosquitoes are plentiful they form the , chief diet of their hairy foe. The dragon fly is a destroyer of mosquitoes in at least two stages of life. The larva dragon fly feeds upon the larva mosquito, and when fully developed the former dines constantly ‘ upon the matured mosquito. The dragon fly as a solution of the mosquito pest ques tion is not wholly satisfactory, for while there is no serious difficulty to be encoun tered in the cultivation of dragon flies in ’ large numbers, yet it is manifestly impos sible to keep them in the dank woods where mosquitoes abound, the hunting ground of the “darning needle” being among the flowers and dry gardens wnere . the sunshine prevails. For this very im portant reason the scheme of hunting one kind of inseet with another must be aban doned as impracticable.—Washington Star. 1 ♦ » i y OLD TIME SWEETNESS GONE Molwwm Is Kow Mads Into Bum and Brown Sugar Cant Be Boucbt. “The old fashioned molasses is rapid ly disappearing as an article of com merce,” said a prominent grocer,.“and in its place have come a number of sirups which are more costly and by do means as satisfactory, especially to the little ones, who delight, as we did when we were young, in having ’lasses on their bread. Most of the molasses goes into the distilleries, where it is made into rum, for which, notwith standing the efforts of our temperance workers, the demand is constantly on the increase, especially in the New England states and for the export trade. The regular drinker of rum will take no other liquor in its place if he can help it It seems to reach the spot more di rectly than any other dram. ’ "The darker brown sugars have also disappeared, and they are not likely to return, owing to the methods of boiling and the manufacture. Granulated sugar is of the same composition, as far as saccharine qualities are concerned, as loaf, cut loaf cube and crushed and differs from them only in that its crys tals do not cohere. This is because it is constantly stirred during the process of crystallization. The lighter brown sug ars taste sweeter than the white, for the reason that there is some molasses in them. Housekeepers have difficulty these days in finding coarse, dark sug ars, which are always preferred for use in putting up sweet pickles, making cakes and similar uses. As they cannot get brown sugar any more, it may be well for them to remember that they can simnlate brown sugar by adding a teaspoonful of molasses to each quarter of a pound of the white granulated sug ar. This combination does as well in all household recipes that call for brown sugar as the article itself, and besides it saves them a great deal of hunting for brown sugar, which, as said before, has disappeared from the market.”—Eastport Sentinel. HE COULD FORGIVE HER. For In HU Opinion Mrs. Siddona Did Not Marry an Actor. Mrs. Siddons, the actress, was bom in 1755 at the Shoulder of Mutton inn, Brecon, South Wales, of parents con nected with the theater, her father, Roger Kemble, being a strolling man ager. The child Sarah, was reared in a theatrical atmosphere, and at 10 she was playing Ariel. As she grew up she became very beautiful and hod many admirers, among whom was Henry Siddons, a young actor in her father’s company, who had little difficulty in winning the girl’s heart. Mr. and Mrs. Kemble had made up their minds that Sarah should not marry in the profession, in conse quence of which they strenuously op posed the marriage, and young Siddons, in a fit of retaliatory humor, composed a song detailing their opposition and his trials, which brought about his speedy dismissal from the company. Sarah left the company, too, and hired out as lady's maid in Warwickshire for two years. During this time the lovers carried on a lively corespondence and finally, gaining the reluctant consent of the Kembles, were married at Trinity church, Coventry, in 1778, when Sarah was 18. It is said that Mr. Kemble told her if she ever married an actor it would make him discard her forever. After her marriage he said, “I may forgive you without breaking my word, for you have certainly not married ‘an actor, * whatever the gentleman himself may think is his vocation.” This is on au thority of Lady Eleanor Butler, who knew the persons.—St Louis Globe- Democrat. HU Bread Upon the Waters. Fifteen years ago Carrie Burch was a servant girl in a California household where William F. Hastings was also employed. The girl became ill and had to leave, but had no money. Hastings loaned her S2OO, and she went away. The years rolled by without the S2OO being returned, and Hastings had for gotten the occurrence when he received a letter from a barrister in London stat ing that an estate of $78,000 had been left him by a Mrs. Hall, formerly Miss Carrie Burch of California. Hastings could hardly believe what he read, but he baa the money now, and for his gen erosity to a strange girl years ago he has become independently rich. When the girl left* California, she went to Australia as a nurse and there married a retired English merchant, who died some years afterward, and the widow then returned to London and lived there until t -r death. —Exchange. A Good Reason. The general passenger agent of one of the Chicago trunk lines received a letter from a Kansas man the other day requesting a pass for himself to Chicago and return. There was nothing about the letter to indicate that the writer had any claim whatsoever to the courte sy he requested, but the railway man thought that perhaps the Kansan had some connection with the road in some way, possibly as a local freight agent. So he wrote back, “Please state explic itly on what account you request trans portation. ” By return mail came this reply, “I’ve got to go to Chicago some way, and I don’t want to walk.”—Ex change. A Bakevhop Machine. One of the latest appliances for use in a bakeshop oven consists of a machine which takes the whole meat and grinds it, mixes water with it and kneads it in’o dough ready for the oven. Open the doors of opportunity to tal ent and virtue and they will do them selves justice, and property will not be in bad hands. —Emerson. In 1620 the first large copper coins were minted in England, putting an end to private leaden tokens. » AN OPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. M WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “CASTORIA,” AND “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” as our TRADE mark. I t DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, qf Hyannis, Massachusetts, was the originator of “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,'* the same that has borne and does now eoer V bear the facsimile signature of wrapper. This is the original ** PITCHER’S CASTORIA,’’ which has been used in the homes of the Mothers of America for over thirty years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is the kind you have always bought ° n and has the signature of wrap- per. No one has authority from me to use my name ex-: cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher is President. a March 8,1897. Do Not Be Deceived. Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting a cheap substitute which some druggist may offer yo“ (because he makes a few more pennies on it), the in gredients of which even he docs not know. “The Kind You Have Always Bought” BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE CF • J.J J IK // g 9 Mr * J JS Insist on Having The Kind That Never Failed You. YttE CENTAUR CW4B9ANT. TV MUfifiAV ITMtT, NCW V»M -|W ' ' 1 "I ww —GET YOUR — JOB PRINTING DONE AfT The Morning Call Office. ! a —S—S-——s-s—-- We have just auppliod our Job Office with a complete line of Stationer! kinds and can get up, on short notice, anything wanted in the way oi LETTER HEADS, BILL HEADS. 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