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GRADY COUNTY PROGRESS, CAIRO, GEORGIA.
The Gall of the
Gumberlands
By Charles . Neville Buck
With Illustrations
from Photographs of Scenes
in the Play
(low and, as the newly arrived troops
halted In the street, the noise died sud
denly to quiet. Samson went out' to
meet a man who opened the door and
said shortly:
"Wo lays down.”
Judge Holltnan, who had not partici
pated, turned from the silt in his shut
tered window, through which ho had
sluce the beginning been wateblug the
conflict.
"That ends It!” ho said, with a de
spairing nhrug of his shoulders. Ho
picked up a magazine pistol which lay
his table and, carefully counting
down his chest to the fifth rib, placed
the muzzle against his breast.
CHAPTER XVII.
(Copyrliht,-igu,. br W. J. W»u & Co.)
CHAPTER XVI—Continued.
Then, again, sllehco settled on the
town, to remain for five minutes urn
broken. The sun glared mercllossly on
clay streets, now as ompty as a com-
otdry.' A. single horso incautiously
hitched at the side -of tho courthouse
switched Its tail ngaluat the assaults
of tho Hies. Othorwlao, there was no
outward sign of life. Then, Callorab’s
newly organized force of ragamuffin sol
diers clattered down the strooti at
double time. For a moment or two
after they came into sight only tho
massed - uniforms caught-, the eyos of
.tho Intrenched 'Hollmans, and
alarmed murmur broke from tho court,
house. They' had soon no troops de
train, or pitch camp,. Those men had
sprung from tho earth aa.startllhgly as
Jason's crop of dragon's- teeth. But,
When the command rounded tho shoul
der of a protecting wall to await fur
ther orders, tho ragged stride of tholr
marching and the all-too-'obvlous bear
lng of tho mountaineer proclaimed
thorn native amateurs. Tho murmur
turned to a howl of derUlon and chal
longc. They were nothing more nor
less than Souths, masquerading In the
uniforms of soldiers. .
"What orders?" inquired Callomb
briefly, joining Samson ’ the store.
“Demand surrender once more—then
take 'the courthouse and Jail.” was the
short-reply.
Callomb himself wont forward with
the flag of truce. He shouted his mes
sage and a bearded man came to the
'courthouse door.
•'Tell''’em,” he said without redun
dancy; "thot we’re all here. Come an'
igit us." .
Tho officer went back and distribut
ed. his forces under such cover as of-
ifered Itself about the four walls. Then
a volley was flrod over the roof and in.
stantly the two buildings in the**publtc
square awoke to a volcanic response of
rifle fire.
All day the duel between tb.e streets
nnd county buildings wont on with
desultory intervals of quiet and wild
outbursts of musketry. The troops
were firing as sharpshooters, and the
courthouse, too, had Its sharpshooters
i'When a' head showed Itself at, a barri
caded window a report from the out
side greeted It. Samson was every
where, Ills rifle-smoking and hot-ban-
roled. His life seemed protected by
-talfsman. Yet most of the firing, after
the first hour, was from within. The
troops were, except for occasional pot
Shots, holding their fire. There was
jnoitlier food nor water inside tho build-
“We Lays Down.”
lng, and at last night closed and the
\ cordon grew tighter to prevent escape.
The Hollmans, like rats in a trap,
grimly held on, realizing that it was to
ho a siege. On tho following morning
a detachment of ‘IF” company arrived,
dragging two’ gatllng guns.. The Holl-
'mans saw thepi detraining, from their
'lookout in tho courthouso cupola, and,
realizing that tho end had come,, re-
solyed upon a desperate sortie. Slmul
,tancously every door and lower win
Idov of tho courthouso burst open to
u » U1 tho courthouso burst open ..
Jlieharge a frenzied rush of mon, fir
ins is they came. They meant to fight
theli way out nnd leave as many hos-
!tllo lead as possible in their wake
iThelrone chanco now was to scatter
’boforethe machine guns' came into no
tion. they came like a flood of hu
’man la-a and their guns woro never
ellent, a they bore down on tho barri
cades, were tho stnglo outnumbered
company seemed insufficient to hold
them. Bt the new militiamen, look
ing tor nssurance not so much t
.Callomb atto the granlte-lllto face, c
■Samson Soih, rallied and rose with
.-yell to mei them on bayonet and
■smoking mu-,)o, The rush wavered,
fell back, Ciperately rallied, then
[broke in scatired remnants-for * h “
'shelter of theulldlng.
Old Jake Holian fell near the door,
*nd his granilsi, rushing out, picked
up his fallen re and sent farewell
defiance from Its he, too, threw
both arms and doped.
Then a white fii wavered at a win-
Before tho mountain roads ware
mired with tho coming of the rains,
and while tho air held its sparklo of
autumnal zestfulness, Samson South
wrote to Wllford Horton that It ho
still meant to come to the hills for his
inspection of cool end timbor tho time
was ripe. Soon men would appear
bearing transit and chain, drawing a
lino which a railroad was to follow to
Misery and across It to tho'heart of
untouched' forests and coal-fields. With
that wave of innovation would como
the speculators. Besides, SamBon's
fingers were itching to be put in the
bills with a palette and sheaf of
brushes in the society of George Lea-
cott.-
For a while after the battle at Hlxon
the county had lain in a torpid paraly
sis of dread. Many Illiterate feudists
on each Bide remembered the directing
and exposed figure of Samson South
seen through cdd]es of gun emoke, and
believed him immune from death.
With Purvy dead and Ilollman tho vic
tim of his own hand, the backbone of
the murder syndicate was broken. Its
heart had ceaaed to boat. Those Holl-
man BurviVora who bore the potentiali
ties for leadership had not only signed
pledges of peace, but were afraid to
break them; and the triumphant
Souths, Instead of vaunting the'ir vic
tory, had subscribed to the doctrine of
order and declared the war over.
SouthB who broke the law were as
speedily arrested as Hollmans. Their
boys were drilling as militiamen and
—wonder of wonders!—inviting tho
sons of the enemy to join thorn. Of
course, these things changed gradual
ly, but the beginnings of them were
most noticeable in the firet few
months, just as a newly pointed and
renovated house is more conspicuous
than one that has long been respecta
ble.
Hollrann’s Mammoth Department
Store passed into new hands, and traf
ficked only in merchandise, and tho
town was open to the men and women
of Misery as veil as those of Cripple-
ship.
TheBe things Samson had explained
In his letters to the LeBcotts and Hor
ton. Men from down below could still
find trouble in the wink of an eye, by
seeking it. for under all transformation
the.nature r* the individual remalnod
much the same; but, without seeking
to give offense, they could ride as se
curely through the hills as through tho
streets of a policed city—and meet a
readier hospitality.
And, when these things were dis
cussed and the two mon prepared to
cross the Mason-and-Dixon line and
visit the Cumberlands, Adrienne
promptly and definitely announced
that she would accompany her brother.
No argument was effective to dissuade
her, and after all, -Lescott, who had
been there, saw no good reason why
she should not go with him.
At Hlxon, they found that receptive
air of serenity which made the history
of less than three months ago seem
paradoxical and fantastically unreal.
Only about the courthouse square
where numerous small holes in frame
walls told of fusillades, and in the In
terior of the building itself whore the
woodwork was scarred and torn, and
the plaster freshly patched, did they
find grimly reminiscent evidence.
Samson had not met them at the
town, because he wished their first im
pressions of his people to reach them
uninfluenced by his escort. It was a
form of the mountain pride—an hon
est resolve to soften nothing, and make
no apologies. But they found arrange
ments made for horses and saddlebags,
and the girl discovered that for her
had been provided a mount as evenly
galted as any in her own stables
When she and her two companions
came out to the hotel porch to start,
they found a guide waiting, who Bald
he was instructed to take them as far
as the ridge, where tho sheriff himself
would bo waiting, and the cavalcade
struck into tho hills. Men at whoso
houses they paused to ask a dipper of
water, or to make an inquiry, gravely
advised that they “had bettor ’light and
stay all night.” In the coloring for
ests, squirrels scampered and scurried
out of Bight, and here and there on the
tall slopes they saw shy-looking chil
dren regarding them with inquisitive
eyes.
The guide led them silently, gazing
in frank amazement, though with defer
ential politeness, at this girl in cord-
uroyB, who rode croBS-saddle, and redo
so well. Yet, it was evident that he
would have preferred talking had not
diffidence restrained him. He was
young man and rather handsome in a
shaggy, unkempt way. Across one
cheek ran a long scar still red, and
tho girl, looking Into his clear, Intelli
gent eyes, wondered what that scar
stood for. Adrienne had the power
of melting masculine diffidence, and
her smile as she rode at his side, and
asked, "What Is your name?" brought
an answering smile to his grim lips,
"Joe Hollnmn, ma'am,” he answered
and the girl gave an Involuntary start,
The two men who caught tho name
closed up tho gap between the horseB,
with suddenly piqued interest.
“Hollman!" exclaimed the girl,
"Then, you—" She stopped nnd
flushed. "I beg your pardon," she
said, quickly.
"That’s all right,” reassured the
man. "I know what ye’re a-thlnkln’,
but I haln’t talcin’ no offense. Tho high
sheriff sent mo over. I’m one of his
deputies."
"Woro you”—she paused, and added
rather timidly—“wore you in tho court
house?"
Ho nodded, and With a brown fore
finger traced the scar on his cheek.
SnmBon 'South- done- that- thar with
his. rifle-gun," he enlightened. “Ho'a'n
fuuny sort of feller, Is Samson South.”
"How?” she asked. ",
"Wall, ho licked us,-an’ licked us so
plumb damn hard wo was.skeerod tar
fight ng'ln,’ ah' then, 'stld of tramplin'
on us, ho turned- right 'round, an’
made mo a deputy. ■ My brother's a
corporal in this hynr now-fangled ml-
fishy. I reckon this timo the peace Is
goln’ ter last. Hit's a mighty tunny
way thr act, but 'pears like it works all
right.”
Then, at the rldgo, the girl's heart
gavo a sudden bound, for there at the
highest point, whore the road went up
and dipped again, waited the mounted
figure of Samson South, and, as they
came Into sight, ho waved his felt hat
and rode down to meet thorn.
“Greetings!" ho shouted. Then, as
ho leaned over and took Adrienne's
hand, he added: "The Goops send you
tholr welcome." His smile was un
changed, but the girl noted that his
hair had again grown long.
Finally, as the Bun was setting, they
readied a roadside cabin, and the
mountaineer said briefly to the other
men:
"You fellows ride on. I want Dren-
die to stop with mo' a moment We'll
join you later.”
Lescott nodded. He remembered the
cabin of the Widow Miller, and Hor
ton rode with him, albeit grudgingly,
Adrienne sprang lightly to tho
ground, laughingly rejecting Samson's,
assistance, and came with him to the
top of a stile, from which he pointed
to tho log cabin,'set back In its small
yard, wherein geese and chickens
picked industriously about in the sandy
earth.
A huge poplar and a great oak
nodded to each other at either side of
the door, and over the wallB a clam
bering profusion of honeysuckle vine
contended with a mass of wild grape,
in joint effort to hide the white chink
ing between the dnrk logo. From tho
crude milk-benches to, the sweep of
the well, every note was one of neat
ness and rustic' charm. Slowly, he
said, looking straight into her eyes:
"This -is Sally’s cabin, Drennie.”
Ho watched her expression, and her
lips curved up in the same sweetness
of smile that had first captivated and
helped to mold him.
It’s lovely!” she cried, with frank
delight. "It’s a picture."
"Wait!” ho commanded. Then, turn
ing toward the house, he sent out the
long, peculiarly mournful call of tho
whippoorwill, and, at the signal, the
door opened, and on the threshold
Adrienne saw a slender figure. She
had cnlled the cabin with its shaded
dooryard a picture, but now she knew
she had been wrong. It was only
background. It was the girl herself
who mado nnd completed the picture.
She stood there in the wild simplicity
that artists seek vainly to reproduce
in posed figures. Hor red calico dress
was patched, but fqll in graceful lines
to hor slim bare ankles, though the
first faint frosts had already fallen,
Her red-brown'hair hung loose and
In masses about the oval of a faco in
which the half-parted lips were dashes
of scarlet, and the eyes large violet
pools. Sho stood with her-little chin
tilted in a-half-wild attitude of .recon-
noiter, as a fawn might have stood,
One brown arm and hand rested on
tho door frame, and, as she saw the
other woman, she colored adorably.
Adrienne thought she had. never
seen so instinctively, and unaffectedly
lovely a face or. figure. Then the girl
came down the steps and ran toward
them.
“Drennie,” said the man, “this is
Sally. I want you two to love each
other.” For an Instant, Adrienne Les
cott stood looking at the mountain
girl, and then she opened both her
arms.
“Sally," she -cried, "you adorable
child, I do love you!"
The girl in the calico dress raised
her face, and her eyes were glistening.
“I'm obleoged ter ye," she faltered,
Then, with open and wondering ad
miration she stood gazing at the first
'fine lady" upon whom her glance had
ever fallen.
Samson- went over and took Sally’s
hand.
"Drennie,” he said, softly, "is there
anything the matter with her?"
Adrlonne Lescott shook her head.
. "I understand,” she said.
“I sent the others on,” he went on
quietly, "because I wanted that first
we three should meet alone. George
and Wilfred are going to stop at my
uncle’s house, but, unless you’d rather
have it otherwise, Sally wants you
here." i
"Do I stop now?” the girl asked.
But the man shook his head.
"I want you to meet my other people
first.” ,
As they rode at a walk along the. lit
tle shred of road left to them, the man
turned gravely.
"Drennie,” he began; “sho waited for
me, all those years. What 1 was helped
to do by such splendid friends as you
and your brother and Wilfred, she was
back here trying to do for herself. I
told you back there the night before I
left that I was afraid to let myself
question my feellngB toward you. Do
you remember?"
Sho met-his eyes, and her own eyes
were frankly smiling.
“You were yery complimentary.
8nmson,” sho told him. "I warned
you thon that It was tho moon talk-
Ins"
No," he said firmly, "It was not the
moon. I have slnco then mot that fear
and analyzed It. My feeling for you Is
tho best that a man can have, tho hon
est worship- of friendship. And,” ho
added, “I hnvo nnntyzod your fooling
for me, too, nnd, thank God! I have
that sarno friendship from you. Haven't
I?"
For a moment, sho only nodded; but
her oyos wore bent on too road ahead
of her. Tho man waited lu tonBo
Bllonce. Thon, sho raised hor face, and
was a faco that smiled with tho
soronlty of one who has wakoned out
a troublod dream.
'You will nlways have that, Samson,
dear," eho assured him.
"Have 1 enough of it, to nsk you to
do for hor whnt you did for me? To
toko hor and toaoh hor the thlngB sho
has tho right to know?"
"I’d lovo it," sho cried. And thon
sho smiled, ns sho nddod: “Sho will
bo much onslor to teach. She won't
be so stupid, and oue of the things I
Bhnll teach her”—sho paused, and
added whimsically—"will be to mako
you cut your hair again."
But, jUBt before thoy drew up at tho
houBo of old Spicer South, sho enld:
I might aB woll mako a clean breast
of it, Samson, and give my vanity tho
punishment it desorves. You had me
in deep doubt.”
“About what?"
"About—woll, about us. I wasn't
quite sure that I wanted Sally to have
you—that I didn’t need you myself.
ve been a shameful little cat to Wil
fred."
'But now—?" Tho Kentuckian broke
off.
'Now, I know that my friendship
for you and my love for him havo both
had their acid toBt—and I am happier
than I've ever been before. I'm glad
we've beon through 'It. There nro no
doubts ahead. I’vo got ^ou both.”
"About him,” said Samson, thought
fully. “May I tell you something
which, although It's a thing in your
own heart, you have never quite
known?”
Sho nodded, and he went on.
"The thing which you call fascina
tion in me was really Just a proxy,
sltlve pride. "I wantod you first to see
my people, not as they are going to be,
but as thoy were. 1 wanted you to
know how proud I am of them—Just
that way."
That evening, the four of thorn
walked together over to tho cabin of
tho Widow Milter. At tho stllo, Ad
rienne Lescott turned to tho. girl and
said: ,
I suppose tills place Is pre-empted.
I'm going to tako Wilfred down there
by the creek, and leavo you two alone."
Sally protested with mountain hos
pitality, but oven under tho moou Bhe
once more colored adorably.
Adrienne turned up tho. collar of hor
sweater around hor throat, aud, when
she and tho man who had waltod, stood
leaning on tho rail of tho footbridge,
Bhe laid a baud on his arm.
'^Has the water flowed by my mill,
Wilfred?" she asked.
"What do you moan?" Hie voice
trembled.
"Will you havo anything to ask me
when Chrlstmns comes?"
"If I can wait that loug, Dronute,"
ho told her.
"Don't wait, denr," sho suddenly ox-
claimed, turning toward him, and
raising eyes that held his answer.
Ask me now!"
But the question which he askod was
one that his lips smothered as he
pressed them against her own.
Back where tho poplar throw its
sooty shadow ou the road, two figures
sat close together on the top of a
stile, talking happily in whispers. A
girl raised hor faco, and tho moon
shone on tho doopness of her eyes, os
her lips curved in a trembling smllo.
"You'vo como back, Samson,” eke
said in a low voice, “but, if I'd known
how lovely she was, I’d havo glvon up
hoping. I don't Bee what mado you
como.”
Her voice dropped again Into the
tender cadence of dialect.
“I couldn’t live withouton yo, Sam
son. I jest couldn’t do hit." Would ho
remember when she bad said that bo-
fore?
“I reckon. Sally," he promptly told
her, "I couldn’t live withouton you,
noither." Thon, he added, forvontly,
"I’m plumb dead shore I couldn’t."
THE END.
Want You Two to
Other."
Love Each
Drennie. You were liking qualities In
me that were really hie qualities. Just
because you had known him only In
gontlo guise, his finish blinded you
to Ills courage. Because he could turn
to woman the heart of a woman,’ you
failed to see that. under it was the
Iron and fire.’ You thought you saw
those qualities in me, because I wore
my bark as shaggy as that scaling
hickory ovor there. When he was get-,
ting anonymous threats of death ev
ery morning ho didn’t mention them
to you. Ho talked of teas and dancoe.
I know his danger was real, because
thoy tried to have me kill him—and
if I’d boon the man thoy took me for,
I reckon I'd have done it. I was mad
to my marrow that night—for a min
ute. I don’t hold a brief for Wilfred,
but I know that you liked me first for
qualities which he has as strongly as
I—and more Btrongly. He’s a braver
man than I, becuse, though raised to
gentle things, when you ordered him
into the fight he was there. He never
turned back or flickered. I was raised
on raw moat and gunpowder, but he
wont in without training."
Tho girl’s eyes grew gravo qnd
thoughtful, and for the rest of the
way she rode in silence.
There were transformations, too, In
tho house of Spicer South. Windows
had been out, aud lamps adopted. It
was no longer so crudely a pioneer
abode. While thoy watted for dinner;
a girl lightly crossed the stile, and
came up to the house. Adrlnnne met
her at tho door, while Samson and
Horton stood back, waiting. Suddenly,
Miss Lescott halted and regarded the
newcomer in surprise. It was the
same girl she had seen, yet a different
girl. Hor hair no longer fell In tangled
masses. Her feet were no longer bare.
Hor dress, though simple, was charm
ing, and, when sho spoke, her English
had dropped its half-illiterate peculiari
ties, though tho voice still held its
bird-like melody.
"Oh, Samson,” cried Adrienne, “you
two have been decolvlng me! Sally,
you were making up, dressing tho part
back there, and letting mo patronize
you."
Sally’s laughter broke from her
throat in a musical peal, but. it still
held the note of shyness, and it was
Samson who spoke.
"I mado the others ride on, and I got
Sally to meet you Just ns she was when
I loft her to go East.” He spoke with
TAKES ISSUE WITH EDISON
Here Is One Man Who Does Not Be
lieve the World Will Glvo
Up Sleep.
Mr. Edison says sleep Is a bad habit,
and that we shall somo day got over
It. Like drinking and smoking, it is
to be among those things which wo
shall try In time to glvo up on tho first
of tho year. He Bays people called him
crazy when ho said electricity would
supplant all other motive power in
transportation, and one therefore hesi
tates to say that he is crazy about
anything. Ilowovor, wo will hazard a
guess that if he Is off his box any
where, it Is with respect to tho pleas
ant custom of indulging ourselves In n
good sound snooze. How elso wo are
to refresh oursolves from the day’s
work wo cannot Imagine. Tho troublo
with this objection, as it applies to
Mr. Edison, is that he doesn’t think wo
are wearied by tho day's work. Ho
and some of his associates worked at
something for a given period of time
21 hours a day, and they all gained
weight! He leads us to Infer that it Is
what wo do when wo are not working
that wearies us. Thinking over it
briefly, we believe there is something
in that. Probably halt the things wo
do in our'lelBure time is very hard
work. Tho celebrated tired business
man is only tired when bis wife wants
him to go out somowhore after din
ner. It Ib the opera and the fox trot
that wear him out. Still, think of giv
ing up sleop! If It is a habit, It Is a
nipe one. We have got some gllmpseB
of what Mr. Edison means when wo
have tried to sleep in a chair car, but
given a feather bed and a soft pillow,
we don’t got him at all. Last night,
for instance. Wasn’t the habit deli
cious last night?—St. Louis PoBt-DIs-
patch.
MR. ROUNDER A DIPLOMAT
On Tolerance.
At the German-Amerlcnn Chambei
of Commerce in New York Dr. Adolph
Muller, an agent for tho purchase of
woolens, said:
‘A better spirit, a spirit of toler
ance, is now manifesting itself. On
the boat coming over a French shoe
buyer and an English cloth buyer
shnred my table with me and wo got
on well.
“ ‘Genttemen,’ I said to thoso chaps
one morning, ‘we Gormans and you
English nnd you French are not all
thieves, vandals and murderers. With
us it is like tjio dog riddle.
” ‘Why Is a dog like a man?' a boy
asked.
“ ‘Give It up,’ said another boy.
“ ‘Because it’s bow-legged.’
" ’But,’ said the second boy, 'all dogs
are not bow-logged.’
“ ‘Well, neither are all men.’"
Modern Method.
Apropos of an elderly Chicago bank
er, whoso wife had threatened to di
vorce him on account of his affection
for a beautiful stenographer of seven
teen years, George Ado said:
“A tragedy, this, of a not uncommon
kind, a tragedy duo to our modern
business methods. The grand old
merchant prince of tho past used to
take his pen in hand. Today, it scorns,
ho takes his typewriter on his knee."
Anyone That Could Get Away With
Excuse He Offered Is Deserving
of the Marne.
Mr. Bounder lay In tho hospital
with a broken leg and a bruised head.
But thoy weren’t worrying him most.
There la tho morning paper was tho
whole story of one too many Joy rldoH,
chorus girls- and all, staring from
page 1.
His wife—he knew her too well.
Even while he pictured tho scene
In tho divorce court, she came In, stiff
nnd cold nnd threatening, the telltalo
paper clutched in a trembling hand.
"Well?" Bhe demanded accusingly.
Then came his Inspiration.
“Lucrctla!” lie whispered, reaching
toward her, in spite of tho paiu his
movements gavo him. "I—I thought
the automobllo wub a jitney bus, and
before I discovered the difference, it
whizzed away with mo, and—"
Sho interrupted him with a wild
cry.
"Oh, Jonathan! I knew you couldn’t
havo done any tiling so absurd!"
Manlike, ho forgavo her.—Judge.
Absent Minded.
Everything—in the professor’s eyes
—deponded upon this last test. Hi»
work of research for years was now
about to either prove a bucccbs or a
failure.
To tho P. the air seemed electri
fied, and he had success in view when
he heard the familiar step of a doctor
acquaintance approaching.
"Woll, what is it, old man? Can't
you see I'm frightfully busy?"
A smile broke over the doctor's
face.
"It’s a bonnle boy, sir—a little-son
and heir.”
“All right—all right!" irritably
growled the professor, whose thoughts
were far removed from the outside
world. “Bo so good as to send him
away, but ask him what he wants pes
tering round here at this unearthly
hour, will you?”
Profuse explanations follow.
Immortal Animals.
Somo of the lower animals are im
mortal, having neither birth nor Heath.
The condition was never more clearly
or scientifically expressed than by S.
T. Coleridgo in tho “Biogrnphlu Lit-
eria" in a' footnote to Chapter IV. ou
Wordsworth’s “Lyrical Ballads" where
he says:
“There is a sort of minim immortal
among the animalcule infusoria which
has not naturally either birth or death,
absoluto beginning or absolutu end, for
at a certain period a small point ap
pears on its hack, which deepens and
lengthens till the creature divides into
two, and the same process recom
mences in each of the halves now be
come integral.”
Greatest Wind Storm.
Probably tho greatest destruction
by a wind storm was that wrought In
Galveston, Tox., September 8, 1900,
when 9,000 lives wore lost and proper
ty valued at $30,000,000 was suddenly
H destroyed. If there liaB ever been a
a touch of the mountaineer’s over-sen-i worse storm we have no record of it
A Purely Practical Nature.
“You don’t care much for music?"
“I consider it of great value," re
plied Senator Sorghum. “Music en
ables a man to use Ills voice all lm
wants to without lisk of being drawn
into a political argument.”
