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PICKENS COUNTY HERAIJ).
VOL. III.
One-third of the earth is controlled
by the Anglo-Saxon race.
The area of the Russian Czar’s in
dividual possessions of land is greater
than the entire extent of France.
“Lynching in most cases is simply a •
result of lack of confidence in law,”
says the Columbus (Ohio) Dispatch.
The Connecticut Supreme Court has
decided that pension funds, though
deposited in abank, cannot be attached
for debt.
Postmaster-General Bksell thinks
that a postal telegraph bueiuosa
would add enormously to the annual
deficit of tbo country.
It would take 12,000,000 years to
pump the sea dry at the rate of 1000
gallons per second, so some man of
figures has calculated.
Neighborhood rivalry runs so high
in one part of Wasco County, Ontar¬
io, that they steal bridges and move
them to other roads, Au organized
watch has to be maintained to pre¬
vent more depredations of the same
kind.
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A new diplomatic departure has
been initiated by France in the send¬
ing of an agricultural engineer to Ber¬
lin as a technical agricultural attache
to the French Embassy. The station¬
ing of similar attaches in all countries
is under consideration.
' The annexation fever is increasing,
notes the New York Mail and Ex-
press. Pittsburg, Penn., is thinking
of annexing Allegheny City. The
consolidation would give Pittsburg
348,904 inhabitants, and make it rank
eighth instead of thirteenth among
American cities.
The average density population
per acre in London is 57.7, and the
average death rate is 23.2 per thou¬
sand. In some parts of Whitechapel,
in the tenement region, the density of
population is about 3000 per acre,
and the death rate is 41.4 per thou¬
sand.
New York City appropriated in one
year, for sanitary purposes, $135,-
000, while fourteen States, including
some of the largest and wealthiest,
appropriated $449,000. “This,” coin-
ments the New York Independent, “is
the penalty for being the gateway of
the nation.”
> The Brooklyn Standard-Union is
authority for the statement that per-
eon3 in that city residing along the
line of the trolley roads get sufficient
power for the running of small ma¬
chinery by attaching wires to the
service pipes of the gas and water
systems, which become conductors of
the electricity which escapes from the
rails into the ground. Saloon keepers
and others, it says, get all the power
in this way that they want to ruD
their fans free of charge.
The Japanese Government has
placed orders for two great battle
ships with English firms. One is to
be built ou the Tyne by the Elswick
firm, who have already turned out
several first-class cruisers for Japan,
and the other by tho Thames Iron
Shipbuilding Company, As the
builders are not restricted in cost,
the firms named promise to surpass
the latest type of British battle ship3
in speed and power, It is estimated
that these additions to her navy will
cost Japan $10,000,000 at least, The
ships are to be delivered fully
equipped within four years.
> The English sparrow domesticated
here finds a defender in I. M. Pray,
before the American Naturalists’ So¬
ciety, who says that it is not the evil-
minded, litigious, greedy or pug¬
nacious bird which it has been as¬
serted to bo, but a useful, diligent
and peaceable tomtit of a creature,
worth twice its weight in cuckoos or
chickadees, and of inestimable sor vice
in consuming noxious varieties of
tree-destroying worms and insects
which other birds won’t touch, If
this is true, observes the New York
Tribune, Mr. Pray ought to be sent as
a missionary to those communities
which decree the extirpation of the
sparrow aud offer bounties for its de¬
struction.
WE BEElt TECH HEWAIIX) OI> HONB»T BOR.
JASPER. GA.. FRIDAY, JULY 2T. 1894.
RECOMPENSE.
I oast a pebble in tho sea,
Thinking that never more
As long ns life is a mystery
’Twould come back to the shore,
'Twns thus she threw my heart away.
It sunk into tho sea,
But time is good, and yesterday
’Twas given back to me.
—Tom Masson, in New York Sun.
Polly Ward—'‘Flagman,”
BY ALBERT M. STRONG.
OLLY WARD had
a grievance. Tears
of angry disap¬
pointment stood in
her eyes as she sat
t under the low
spreading bran¬
C*'i ches of the old
elm tree in the
front yard of her
pretty little home, aud all this had
been caused by the big, broad-shoul¬
dered young fellow who was now mak¬
ing his way across the open prairie to
the “Q” round house, dinner basket
in hand and with the usual roll of
overclothes under his arm.
The Brotherhood of Railroad Fire¬
men were to give the first dance of the
season that night, and Joe Quinn, the
bright young engineer, with whom
Polly had been keeping company for
over a year, had promised to take
her, and now, just as the evening
shades were falling, and it was nearly
time to don the pretty dress made
with such loving care for the event,
he had come to the house and told her
that it would be impossible for him to
keep his engagement. He had been
called to go out on No. 5, the “Lim¬
ited,” and could not get off. It was
enough to vex a saint, thought Polly.
John Ward, Polly’s father, had been
in the employ of the “Q” company
for many years and had risen from a
position as a laborer to that of fore¬
man of the round house. On the
night of which we write he had been
home to his supper and had been
obliged to return to the shops again to
complete some repairs to a locomotive
that could not wait. Polly was alone,
and, with nothing else to do, sat un¬
der the big tree and grieved over her
lover’s defection.
Across the level prairie she could
dimly see in the growing dusk the out¬
lines of the monster shops and engine
house. On the turntable track, down
near the water tank, she saw the
bright rays of an electric headlight
that she well knew was on the big
“ten-wheeler” that her lover was to
run that night. She could see the
flaring “torches” of Quinn and his
fireman as they worked around the
ponderous machine, getting her ready
for the mad rush of the fast limited
express.
The mellow tones of the engine bell,
softened by the intervening distance,
floated across the plain, rousing Polly
from her reverie, and telling her that
her lover had started for the passen¬
ger station in the city, two miles
away. She watched the headlight un¬
til it disappeared around the curves,
and was about to start for the house,
when her attention was attracted by
voices on the other side of the tight
board fence that inclosed one side of
the lot scarcely ten feet from where
she sat.
“Tell you it’s a dead sure go if we
only hustle. That’s Quinn backing
down now on the 57. He’ll run the
life of ’em out of here, and a couple
of good oak ties stuck in that trestle
will do the job slick enough. Nobody
will be watching very close, and we
can sneak the safe into the woods
easy enough.”
“Bill,” saida second voice, “I don’t
just fancy killing such a lot of people
as that’ll do. Can’t we flag ’em at the
trestle ’n go through the car same as
the other gangs do? There’s six of
us, ’n we oi'«ht to bluff that express
man easy enough.”
“No use to talk about it now,
Hank,” responded the first speaker.
“The boys have got the thing all fixed
’n we can’t change it now. Come on,
we’ll have to run if we get to Rock
Creek before Quinn does.”
As they finished their low-toned,
hurried talk two men came from be¬
hind the fence and started on a run
down the road toward the railroad
track.
Polly was a bright, quick-witted
girl and generally very self-reliant,
but now she stood in the black shad¬
ows of the big tree, completely para¬
lyzed by the atrocity of the awful plan
these men had revealed.
They were going to wreck No. 5 to
rob the express safe.
How could she give the alarm in
time to avert this terrible sacrifice of
human life? It was over half a mile
from her house across the prairie to
the shops, and from them it was nearly
as far to the main track, to reach which
one would have to cross the intricate
tracks of the great switching yards,
which at this time in the year were
crowded with grain cars. Could she
get to the shops, find some one trust¬
worthy. tell her story to them, and
still leave time enough for her messen¬
ger to reach the main track to stop the
train?
While these questions were flashing
through her brain the little clock in
the hall chimed tho half hour. It was
half-past 8 and the train left the euty
at 9. She had only thirty minutes
left. Suddenly she started toward ttye
house on a run, crying:
“I can do it! I know I can.”
On Joe’s last trip in she had given
little lawn party, aud Quinn, with the
characteristic love of a railroad mnf,i
for light and color, had brought ov
from the shops a lot of railroad * , la
terns, white, blue, red and gre
hang in the trees, and now they”3
stacked in the hall awaiting their ri
turn to tho store room. Iu a seeon 1
Polly was beside the pile, holding firt
one, then another between her
and the great arc light at the shops
She soon touud what she wanted,
redone, aud with it clasped in
arms rau to the kitchen for matches
with which to light it. .
Match after match was struck, ont;
logo out, but at last success croWnod
her efforts and the light burned bright
and clear ; in another moment sho was
speeding down the road toward only tin
track, bareheaded, thinking
Joe and the awful fate that awaited
him if she were not in time.
Leaving the city of the
and Q. road runs south nearly two
miles in almost a straight line, then
makes a long curve to the left an 1
straightens out to the east. In the in-
ner radius of this curve the company
located the shops and switching yards,
and a little farther back, and east of
the shops, had laid out a little town
for its employes. On the street
est the shops was the home of
Wards, and this street crossed the
railroad nearly a mile from their
house, and considerably more than
that from the yards.
Polly was thoroughly familiar with
all the surrounding country, for, in
the summer just passed, on the pleas¬
ant Sunday afternoons, the big en¬
gineer would take the little maid for a
long walk, and, lover like, would
choose the least frequented paths.
One of their favorite rambles had
been down the shady street to the
railroad and occasionally down the
railroad track through “Quinlan’s
Cut” to Rock Creek. She knew the
place well. It was at the foot of a
short but very heavy grade, and, as
the road left the deep rock cut, name i
after the contractor who had blasted it
through, it ran over a high embau,
ment and around a curve to Itoi>
Greek, which it cresset, auatresti
thirty feet above the stony bed of the
little stream. The trees m the bot-
tom obscured the view of the
even in daylight, and at night
headlight would show on it until it
would be too late to stop.
It was the intersection of the
and the railroad at the top of the
grade that Polly was straining every
nerve to reach before the threatened
train should arrive.
Down in the city Engineer
had looked over the train register and
bulletin boards in the train dispatch¬
er’s office, and was back where his en¬
gine was standing, just outside the
passenger shed. Torch in hand he
was taking one last look at the massive
machinery before starting on this his
first passenger run. The train was re¬
ported ten minutes late, and he had in
his pocket an order from the superin¬
tendent to make up that lost time
over his division.
“Did you fill these rod cups, Tim?”
he called to his fireman, who was busy
in the cab of the engine.
“Oi did, sor.” “Say, Joe did ye cut
out th’ driver brake?” asked Murphy.
“I had to. Some one got to monkey¬
ing with the pipe and broke the con¬
nection. Maybe we won’t need it ; if
■we do she’s got a mighty good lever
and a hundred and sixty pounds of
steam, and that’ll answer, I guess. ”
“Hello! Here she comes,” called
Joe, as the bright headlight of an ap¬
proaching train shot into the farther
end of the big passenger station.
The engine was soon coupled to the
cars and in a few minutes the huge
machine was drawing the its long, heavily
laden train out of depot. Joe at
throttle, vigilant and cautious, care¬
fully watching the little varicolored
lights on the semaphores, and running
slowly until the crowded confines of
the city should be passed. All the
worry and vexation of the long wait at
the station for the delayed train had
vanished, and now, with the cool night
air blowing in his face, tho engineer
was filled with the exhilaration that
is known only by those hardy fellows
who drive the iron horse; that knowl¬
edge of mastery over the powerful ma¬
chine that seems almost human in its
work ; that obeys almost the slightest
touch. Soon the city is left behind
and as he nears the long curve at the
outer yards and sees the last sema¬
phore signals at “safety” he gives the
throttle lever a light pull. Under the
increased pressure the iron giant leaps
forward like a thing of life.
Meantime how fared it with the lit¬
tle woman we left flying down the
street?
Polly reached the road crossing out
of breadth and trembling liko a leaf.
She stopped in the middle of the track
and listened, The train had not
passed; of this she was sure; she
would have seen it from the road if it
had.
Ah! A bright light is dancing on
the rails at the end of the curve, and
now she can plainly hear the low rum¬
ble of the heavy train on the rails. A
moment later the brilliant electric
headlight is throwing its powerful
rays down the lino, and now, for tho
first time since sho loft tho house, she
thinks to look at her lantern and is nl-
most, frozen with horror to find it had
gone out. A little glowing coal still
on the wick told its own story:
I I* Wft s out of oil. What shall I
“God help me now.
; do? oried the girl in an agony of ats-
tress, as she held the glistening shape
at arms’ length and could see no sign
of light within the dark globe,
Then, even as the hoarHe noto of the
duplex whistle broke on the night air,
giving the crossing signal, less
eighty rods away, there came to
mind, as plainly as if sho had seen
very incident he told of, a story of
-igor tjover that .would savp his
Y.
* jgifc $ * * * *
One br afternoon in tho su
m( . ri p 0 u y was sitting on tho porch
, 0 , ving> wb jie j oe j 0un g 0 d on the steps
u her feet Ho had toltl ber many
tft los of thrilling interest of life on tho
road> and mauy 6 ] 10W i n g the humor-
OU8 B i do D f the men of his vocation,
She had been listening attentively,
wliile watching his face as he told
of a particularly exciting event in his
own ijf 0j her loving eyes had discov-
ered a little scar) on i y a faint line
| at)Wi on his forehead,
j “What did that, Joe?” sho asked,
j aB sho puabed back the curly hair that
b1i9 might see it plainly,
i “()h, a brakeman out on tho Cen-
tral Branch. Hit me with a lantern. ”
“Why, Joe? Were you fighting?”
“Fighting? Not much. Why, my
dt , ar that man saved my life when he
d j d »
; “Tell me about it, please, Joe,”
beaded. his pretty listener,
“It happened when I was running
hat little passongor engine on tho
branch, four years ago. I had been
tout all day on a ‘special,’ two officers’
'ears full of big officials on a tour of
inspection. When we got to tho end
tof the road, they decided that they
must go back to E— that night.
had commenced to rain and it was
dark as tb(J _»
“Joo?”
“Well, so dark you couldn’t see
an ything. I had broken my headlight
j c hi mne y and couldn’t get an extra
j there, so j pat a wh ite lautern in
10 keiuliight reflector, and it gave
I g j. UOU g b light to show any one on
tbe track- that we were coming,
that wag about all.
“Wo got orders about 9 o’clock and
pu u ed ou t -witb, as we supposed, a
c ] 6ar track. I had made about seventy
j.p e n inety-five miles wo had to go,
and waa ga jij n g them aloug about
f or ( :y _ (j ve or fifty miles an hour, when
somet hi n g came through tho front
window of my cab) hit me square in
face and droppe d into my lap. I
picked it up and knew what it was the
minute I touched it; a lantern, and
a red one at that.
“I set my brake, pulled the sand
lever open and reversed her. She
skated along a littlo way and then
stopped with a sudden jar. When I
got down on the ground I found she
had poked her nose under a froight
caboose. If it hadn’t beon for that
‘brakie’ and his red light, I’d a split
that train wide open, and you’d prob¬
ably had some other fellow in tow
now.
“You see, it was this way. The
freight had been runuing ahead of us
and had broke down. The conductor
had sent his flag out all right, but tho
brakeman, running baok over the wet
and slippery ties, had stumbled and
fell, putting out both his lanterns. He
had matches, but he was wet through,
and of course the matches were ruined.
He had started to go baok to the ca¬
boose to light his lamps when he
heard me whistle for a road crossing a
little piece baok. Then he ran towards
me, got as far as he oonld, and, just
as I passed him, fired hia lantern
through the window.
“Pretty good scheme that. Wasn’t
it?”
This was the story that photo¬
graphed itself on Polly's brain as she
stood in the track of the black mon¬
ster that was so rapidly nearing her.
Perlectly cool now, she stepped to the
side of the track, and, with uplifted
arm, braced herself to take, as she
thought, the only chance to save her
lover from an awful death.
On the engine Joe, as soon as he
got out on the straight track, could
see something on the crossing. A few
seconds brought him near enough to
see who it was, and knowing full well
it could be no trifling matter that had
brought his little sweetheart there at
that time of night, and alone, he shut
off steam and applied the air brake.
Then, as he got down on the step, pre¬
pared to get ofl as soon as tho speed
of the train slackened sufficiently, be
said to his fireman:
“Stop her, Tim, and baok up for
me.”
Murphy had hardly straightened up
on the footboard when there came a
crash of broken glass, a blow on the
shoulder from some heavy object, aud
a shattered red lantern lay on the
“deck” at his feet.
“Howly Moses! Pfwhat’s dthat?
Me shoulder’s broke intirely.”
A glance at the bent frame and
broken glass lying in the bright light
of the open firebox door told him,
and the reverse lever of the powerful
locomotive went back with a jump, a
stream of Band was pouring down on
the rails beneath the big driving
wliools, and the littlo Irishman at the
throttle was giving the ten wheeler
th« full benefit of tho 100 pounds of
steam sho carried.
Hearing the crash as tho lantern
went through the wiudovv, Quiuu took
desperate ohanoes, aud as the eugiue
cloared the crossing, jumped to the
ground. The speed of tho train was
so great that he was unable to keep
his feet, and ho rolled into the ditch
beside tho track. Ho was on his feet
again in an instant and, running back
to the crossing, found Polly’s slender
form lying in tho road ; for tho first
tiino in her vigorous young Iffo sho
Unifc fainted, t
When sho opened her eyes herijiead and tho
was on .Toe’s broad breast
blue and gold conductor, lantern in
hand, was eyeing her severely, while a
small but rapidly growing crowd of
passengers stood around and wondered
what had happened. told and sho
Her story was soon as
was on her way back home under the
protectisn of tho baggagemaster,
Quinn wont thundering down the hill
with tho light engine, her cab aud
tender crowded with an armed posse
recruited from among the passengers,
aud lod by that muscular little Irish¬
man, Murphy, who sported a murder¬
ous looking Winchester borrowed from
the oxpross messenger. The engineer
knew where to stop now, and os they
slipped up to tho end of tho trestle
they saw a skulking figure make for
the woods. Murphy sent a shot or
two after it, but when tho party
searohod tho woods in tho bottom
there was no sign of any of the rob¬
bers to bo found. In tho timbers of
the bridge between the rails they
found four big oak tieB so plaoed that
they would surely have thrown the
train to the rocks below.
What became of Polly, do you ask ?
A short time ago I rooeived a copy
of a paper published in -that con¬
tained among the marriage notices
that of Mr. Joseph Quinn and Miss
Polly Ward, and in another column I
found an extended notice of the event
that gave a list of the presents and the
donors thereof. Among them were a
check from .an English earl for one
hundred guineas, a fine piano from a
Ban Francisco gentleman, u beautiful
set of. solid silver from the Adams
Express Co., and from the 0. B. & Q.
Railway Co. for a handsome
house and lot in the oity. Many
others sent beautiful and useful pres¬
ents, and I am creditably informed
that tho two gifts, almost holy in the
eyes of Mrs. Polly, are an elegant
littlo watch from the Brotherhood of
Locomotive Engineers, inscribed, "To
Polly Quinn, from the B. of L. E. ‘A
memory of Rock Creek.’” and a watch
charm in the shape of a shield, made
of solid gold. On one side was traced,
“Polly Ward—Flagman;" on the
other was the crossed red and green
flags, the insignia of the Brotherhood
of Railway Trainmen, who had elected
the young lady an honorary member
of the largest organization of railroad
men on oarth.--Washington Star.
Japanese Gardens.
During a great part of tho year the
gardens of tea-houses and temples
have but few blooms—they are only
an arraugomont of greens and grays—
but in tho spring no amount of clip¬
ping and training can prevent the
shrubs from blossoming. The cherry
trooB and magnolias are lot grow as
they ohooso, but the others are
trimmed into more or less formal
shapes, considered suitable to the
species, or helping the oarefully
studied arrangement of forms, which
is the ideal of a Japanese gardener.
There are uo bods for flowers. In the
littlo ponds the irises and lotus bloom,
and in odd corners there may be
clumps of lilies, chrysanthemums,
or other plants, but these are mere
accidents; the designer’s aim is a com¬
position of rooks, shrubs, stone
lanterns, ponds and bridges, which
will look tho same in its general
features all the year round, and con¬
form to established rules. One of my
Japanese friends told me, as an in¬
stance of the complexity of the land¬
scape gardener’s art, that if a certain
shrub were used it would bo necessary
to plaoe near it a stone from Toaa,
the distant province whero it com¬
monly grows. The decorative'garden
is quite distinct from the flower gar¬
den, where the fine varieties of iris,
pseony and chrysanthemum, for which
Japan is famous, are grown by pro¬
fessional florists, or by rich amateurs
who can devote a special place to
their culture.—Harper’s Magazine.
A Wonderful Pigmy Engine.
D. A. Buck, a resident of Water-
bury, Conn., once ma;lo a perfect
stoam engine that was ho small that
the engine, boiler, governors and
pumps all stood on a space only one-
fourth of an inch in diameter and less
than seven-sixteenths of an inch high.
The engine had 148 distinct parts,
hold together by fifty-two screws
Tho diameter of the cylinder was
one-twonty-sixth of an inch, and the
whole affair, not including the base
plate, weighed but three grains.—St.
Louis Republic.
By improvements in jnining ma¬
chinery one man iu 1888 raises more
ore than four men could in 1800,
NO. 2 5.
THE DHUM.
Rataplan 1 Katuplan I
In the forefront of the van
'TIs n little baardtass rti umrtwr boy that lead*
the bearded man.
See the limpln: veteran
Keeping step as beet he oan
!o the little beardless drursme; boy’s oom*
mundlug rataplan.
Rataplan t
How old recollections eo.ne
At tho boating of the drum,
Of the battle’s mild fantasia, tho throbblnf
and the hum
Of the rifle's mtaplSU
In the forefront of the van,
Where tho drumstick was n bullet and th#
parchment was a man !
i ltataplan ! '
—From Boston Transcript.
PITH AND POINT.
It is surprising how much we will
take from a rich uncle—if wc can get
it. —Syracuse Courier.
Mun wants but little hero below,
On this terrostlnl ball
For with tho universe compared
The earth is really small.
—Puck.
Some mon are candidates beoause
they can’t help it aud some because
tho peoplo can’t help it. —Atlanta Con¬
stitution.
It isn’t the dish-washing a girl dis¬
likes so much as tho thought that she
is hiding her talents away from the
world.—Atchison Globe.
The child who is born with a silver
spoon in his mouth often takes so
much of tho sweets of life that he dies
with gold in his teeth.—Puck.
Uncle Dick—“Well, Rob, are yon
getting on any hotter in arithmetic?”
Rob—“I should say so. The boy that
sits with me knows his lessons al¬
ways.”—Chicago Inter-Ocean.
“You don’t have monarehs in this
country?” said a visitor to the United
States, musingly. “Not by that name,”
replied the native. “We have ser¬
vant girls, however.”—Tit-Bits.
Judge—‘‘What excuse had you to
break the complainant’s head?”
Prisoner—“Force of circumstances,
sir. He would not hand over his
watch without it.”—II Folshetto.
Young Jones was lazy and oft would shirk
The smallest duties, and hated work.
“You must hump, yourself,’’ ''ll* faViier said,
And he purchased a bicycle, and did.
—New York Press.
The Heiress—“I am so suspicions
of men that I sometimes wish I didn’t
possess wealth. ” The Good Friend—
‘•But just think, dear, how lonesome
you would be without it. ”—New York
Herald.
Gump—"I wish a fellow could bor¬
row money as easily as he can borrow
trouble.” Hump—“If you could make
money as easily as you can make trou¬
ble, you wouldn’t need to borrow
any.”—Boston Transcript.
Big head—“There are some que&
tions women should be allowed to vote
on.” Shapely—“I don’t think so.”
Bighead—“Why not?” Shapely—
“They would waste so much time try¬
ing to get their ballots on straight. ”
—New York Herald.
‘ ‘This, ’ ’ groaned the wretched yonng
father, shifting the wide-awake baby
to the other arm and making the turn
at the northwest corner of the room
for the four hundred and fifty-seventh
time, ‘ ‘is one of the hardships that
pass in the night!”—Chicago Tribune.
Fussy Passenger—“Why does your
company insist that passengers must
purchase tickets before entering the
train? Are they afraid that if we pay
money to yon you will steal it?”
Couduotor (with dignity)—“Certainly train
not. They are afraid the may
run off the track before I oan get
around."
Author—“I loaned <* copy of my
now book to Joanos, and when he re¬
turned it he praised it up to the nines.
But I found out, come to look at it,
that he hadn’t even cut the leaves.
What do you think of that?” Friend
— “I think you are fortunate in get¬
ting an unbiassed opinion from a man
of Joanos’s discernment,”—Boston
Transcript.
A Historic Stone.
Most travelers while in London pay
a visit to “London Stone.” This his¬
toric stone is oblong in shape, of a
grayish color, and is imbedded in the
slabs of the foundation of St. Swithin’a
Churoh, which is situated right in the
heart of the city. This stone was
erected by the Romans half a century
before the birth of the Savior as the
central milestone of point of their
possessions in Britain. From it all
roads, divisions of property and dis¬
tances throughout the province were
measured. It has been recognized as
tho heart of England from which all
its arteries flowed by every historian
or antiquary known to English litera¬
ture. A feeling has always existed
among Englishmen about this stone
which was not altogether superstition,
that as all distances were reckoned
from it so it was in a certain way the
base of the stability of England.—*
Chicago Herald.
The coal fields of West Virginia are
more extensive than the entire area of
Great Britain’s coal region.