HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY.
J. A. FOUCHE, Publisher.
R. L. JOHNSON, Editor.
Entered at the poßtofflce at McDon
ough as second class mail matter.
Advertising Rates: SI.OO per lneli
per month. Reduction on standini
contracts by special agreement.
A Wyoming girl rode 300 miles on
horseback to be married, passing
through three states. The man that
got that girl, observes the New York
American, should consider himself
more to be envied than kings.
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The United States senator who tried
to suppress the peanut eating gallery
gods is going up against a national
problem beside which the regulation
of the railroads is child’s play, warns
the Atlanta Constitution.
There are alternatives to all foods —
to meat., to eggs and even in a degree
to milk. More fish and vegetables may
be used when the prices of meats seem
unduly high, declares the New York
Mail. People vary their diet from
season to season to meet the abund
ance or scarcity due to nature. They
can and should do the same things,
ant. if by combination so much the
be'tcr, to meet prices made artificially
high-
A - ,v rs and artists who suffer from
ffsrrc .ladings unfavorable to creative
ac:iv;-y are respectfully referred by
the New York Evening Post, to the
case of the Vermont cashier, who,
while in prison for embezzlement,
wrote a book in his own defence com
piled and published “a volume of laws
relating to the duties of police offi
cers, sheriffs and court officials,” us£d
the proceeds of these books to pay the
costs of a divorce suit ‘‘which he pros
ecuted successfully from his cell,” and
has written a play.
Some old-fashioned customs, that
were extremely pleasant, have seem
ingly passed away—at least in the ci
ties, laments the Indianapolis News.
Who hnu heard the hospitable expres
sion, "Take off your hat and stay a
while,” of recent years? Or who goes
to the house of a friend to spend the
day? What caller is invited to "lay
aside your wraps,” or how many young
people go to the homes of others to
"stay all night?” The idea of asking
any one to take off a hat and stay
for a call of extended length seldom
or never enters the mind of the tem
porary hostess. The caller would
doubtless make an excuse for so doing,
If she were invited. This is probably
one of the results of the hurried life
of modern times.
According to a circular issued by
the census bureau, congress recently
authorized the director of the census
to publish during the present fiscal
year the names of heads of families and
accompanying information, shown on
such schedules of the census of 1790
as are in existence. • The states of
which such record, notes the New Or
leans Picayune, were made are Con
necticut, Delaware, Georgia, Kentucky,
Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, New
Hampshire, New Jersey, New York,
North Carolina, Pennsylvania, Rhode
Island, South Carolina, Tennessee,
Vermont and Virginia. A complete
set of the schedules for each state,
with a summary for the counties, and
In many cases for towns, was filed in
the state department, but unfortunate
ly they are not now complete, the re
turns for the states of Delaware and
Virginia having been destroyed when
the British burned the capitol at
Washington during the War of 1812.
The records which remain, however,
are to be published, and they may oe
obtained from the uirector of the cen
sus. Those which were not destroyed
will be published by the census bur
eau, and may be had by individuals
for the price of one dollar for aach
state. In this way it will be possible
to know something about the condi
• ton of the “First Families” of our re
puui?, and we may be able to dis
cover whether we have any connection
cr not with the nobility of the moth
er country.
Genius has a lot of trouble trying
to explain itself to the other kind
of people.
V W. By WALTER BESANT.
CHAPTER IX. 3
Continued.
"Katherine,” said Lily, when they
were in the street once more, "there is
something wrong about that man. lie
has done something. He can’t look you
in the face, and he turned red and pale
and all colors at once; and why did he
keep winking with both eyes?”
“I believe that Tom and he were noi
exactly friends. But he said he would
made inquiries.”
“He certainly said he would, whethei
he means to or not; but why sliouldn’i
<ie." lie will ot-jiu in a bill for his ser
vices, I suppose.' Katherine, if I wm
you I would put in that advertisemeni
as soon as there was money to spare
for it.”
But of money, alas! there was none.
When the girls were gone, James sai
down with a perturbed eountenanct
and an unquiet heart. He had n<
longer any desire to sleep.
Presently he rang the bell, and one ol
the old clerks answered it.
“I want,” lie said, pretending tc
search among the papers, “to find the
last receipt for an annuity which my
uncle used to pay to Captain Harry
Willoughby, who appears to have died
about six months ago.”
The clerk brought the book with all
the receipts.
“This is his signature, is it? Very
good. The last, dated January, of the
present year. Yes. Do you remembei
Captain Willoughby?”
“Very well, sir.”
“Where did he live?”
“I do not know. He came here once
a quarter and drew his money.”
“Thank you—that will do.”
The signature of the receipt eorre
sponded exactly with the writing ol
the torn letter. There was now noi
the least room for doubt. This girl—
Tom's fiancee—was the heiress of the
trust money. It was his duty—it was
his clear and certain duty—to give up
the whole of it. It was no longer pos
sible to juggle with words and to gloss
over things; the heiress was found—he
had to give up the whole of that trust
money to Hie girl. What a terrible
hole it would make in his income!
There was no other way out of it. As
for what he had already doue, courts of
justice might take a harsh view of
that; but it was honesty itself com
pared with keeping the property now
that he had found the heiress. She
must have been led. he thought, to his
office by the dead hand of Tom him
self. James Rolfe was not a supersti
tious person, but be had read novels,
and be knew very well that dead peo
ple do constantly visit evil-doers with
curses and bring trouble upon them,
especially when they have dealt wick
edly with wards.
Yet, he thought, being a man of this
generation, and therefore little afraid
of dead hands, what harm could a dead
man's hand do to him compared with
what he would do to himself if he
gave up the property. And In what
words should he explain to Harriet?
And how would that dear creature re
gard the loss of three-fourths of her
income and a return to the old life?
He put the torn scrap of writing in
the safe along efith the old letter from
Miss Willoughby, the only evidence of
the trust; and then, though it was only
half past three, he took his hat and
walked out of the office. He could no
longer sit there. When he was gone,
some of the former rest and calm re
turned. The visit of the young ladies
had brought no work. The two old
clerks began to doze again. But the
boy, disturbed by the appearance of
youth and beauty, and no longer able
to sleep, read a penny novelette.
In the evening, James argued out the
whole thing with himself over some
stimulant and a pipe.
He was no worse off. he assured him
self. than he had been before the young
lady turned up. He knew, to be sure,
who the heiress was; he was not
obliged, however, to know; there was
nothing formally and legally to connect
Miss Capel with the daughter of Cap
tain Willoughby. What did it matter
that he himself knew the fact, provid
ed that he kept it to himself? No
one could possibly find out that he
knew it. But oh! what a difference
thci*> would have been if Tom had
known it before he went away! He
had promised Tom to give her all that
was left after the trust was paid.
A ridiculous promise extorted at a
moment when his mind was not in
the usual judicious balance. Ridicul
ous indeed! But no one knew it
except Tom. Yet he though it would
be well to keep the promise to a limit
ed extent. He might give her all the
money that was in Tom's name in the
bank when he went away. How much
was it? Thirty pounds or so. He
would send —and tnen he laughed, re
membering a most r markable occur
rence. He bad quite forgotten to ask
the lady her address. Therefore he
could not send her anything. Nor
could he do anything at all.
It was midnight. He sat in the li
brary, which was perfectly quiet, be
cause it was the back of the bouse,
and everybody was gone to bed. Sud
denly—no man was more free from su
perstition than James Rolfe—he fell
a horrid tremor seize all his limbs,
and cold dews stood upon bis forehead.
It seemed as if Tom himself—his dead
cousin Tom—stood beside him. invisible
but audible, hurling reproaches at
him. calling him “Cur, Liar, Thief,
Blackguard,” and similar ungentle
manly names—taking, in fact, a mean
advantage of his ghostliness. He also
[threatened vengeance in some unde
fined manner, which made James feel
.just as uncomfortable as Moab or
Ascalon might have felt when it was
reported in the Bazaar that a Prophet
had been predicting woe for its people.
James seized the decanter.
When he went upstairs, some time
after, he awoke his wife—who was
sweetly dreaming that she was going
to live forever, always young and al
ways beautiful, with silk dresses
trimmed with lace, and every night a
|stall at the theatre—by banging bis
jcliin against the sharp edge of the coal
■scuttle. This is enough to make a most
pious man awake his wife.
“Good gracious, James,” she cried,
“what is the matter? Can't you turn |
up the gas?”
He replied somewhat thickly, rub
bing the injured part:
“It’s—it’s Tom’s dead hand, my dear.” i
CHAPTER X.
Tiie Last Shilling.
The two girls sat together on Kath
arine’s bed. Spread out in Lily’s lap
was all the money that was left—twen
ty two shillings and sixpence in silver.
[The little heap meant a fortnight's
[support.
I “Let me reckon up,” said Katharine.
“You are so stupid at figures, you poor
thing. There’s three and sixpence for
bed and one ami nine for breakfast;
that makes five shillings and three
pence pach.” She set aside ten shillings
jand sixpence: “There—that is one
week; there is left twelve slhiliugs
[for the next week.”
“But there must be washing. Kath
arine; and, oh! how can we live on a
few slices of bread and butter taken
in the morning?”
“When the money is all gone, where
is the bread and butter to come from,
Lily?”
“Where indeed?”
“It is all my fault Katharine,” Lily
burst out. “I have been eating up your
money—oh! I will run away and leave
you. at least to have all that is left.”
“Don’t, Lily. We are all alone; let
us keep together, whatever happens,
Lily let us only keep together. Let
us say to each other that we are not
quite alone in the world.”
“What can we do?- Oh! what can
we do?”
"I do not know. There are too many
bf us. Lily. There is not enough work
jfor all, and somehow we do not seem
to get even our share of what there is.
Let us have patience. Tut away the
money, dear. There is a whole fort
jnight before us. Let us try every
where. It isn't so hot now.”
“No. But it will get cold soon, and
then—why—Katharine”—she laughed
bitterly—“with no work to do, no
money for lodgings and food, and no
clothes fit for winter, I do not think we
shall lie the two happiest and merriest
and most light-hearted girls in all the
world.” She laughed again, but hys
terically. “We will go about hand in
hand, up and down the streets, laugh
ing and singing. We will go to church
to join in the hymns of thanksgiving.
Everybody will wonder to see such a
happy pair.”
“Don't. Lily.”
“I must. Sometimes I must speak.
Oh! I must, when I think what has
happened to you and me, and what
happens to other girls. Somewhere or
other there are your cousins and mine,
sitting in ease and comfort, talking
about their parties and their lovers,
while you and I are looking forward
to starvation. What have we done
that we should be punished in this
awful way? I say, Katharine—what
have we done? What have we done?
This was the question which she
asked herself continually.
She sprung to her feet and rushed
to the window and threw it open. The
cold autumn air blew upon her fore
head. Above the chimneys and the
roofs and the stars in the clear sky
there shone the calm, cold moon, full
and bright.
“Oh!” she cried, “I am full of dread-'*
ful thoughts—of things horrible and
detestable. We have done no harm
to anybody, though we may have had
bad thoughts. Why are we so hor
ribly punished?”
“Don’t Lily—what is the good of ask
ing?”
“I must ask. I have prayejl—oh! I
have*prayed for hours in the night, I
have torn my heart out with prayers.
Is it wicked to pray for work and
food? Why, there are thousands of
wicked women who have plenty of
food every day and no anxiety. Is
there any such thing as wickedness?”
“Don’t Lily.” It was all that she
could cay.
“The heavens are silent. Look; there
is the cold face of the moon. There is
no care or trouble in it about us. Tray
—Katharine—pray, like me, till you
feel as if your words were echoed back
from the hard and senseless rocks.
Oil! why were we born? Why are we
allowed to live?”
She gasped and panted because of the
thought that kept coming again and
again.
“We are not obliged to live,” she
went on. “Katharine. lam full of the
most dreadful thoughts. It must he
because we have so little to eat, I sup
pose, and because the future is sf
black. Horrible phantoms fill my
brain, asleep or awake. I can’t tell
von what they say to me.”
“Let us pray again. We shall get,
for answer, patience and resignation.”
Lily threw herself upon the bed, her
[face in her hands. But Katharine
knelt beside her and prayed for both.
In a fortnight a great deal may he
done if you have luck. Alas! these
girls had none. In October the people,
jit is true, have all come back, but the
jwork has all been given out. At the
Museum, Katharine, a newcomer, was
[known to few; and there was very
little work going at all. Outside, there
seemed no situations vacant; even the
cashier’s place in the draper’s shop at
[seven and sixpence a week whs filled
tup—yet how readily now would they
[have taken that place.
They read ail the advertisements and
applied at all the offices; but there was
nothing.
Then for a week they lived on the
[breakfast bread and butter! and in the
[evenings they sat silent, always hand
in hand, in Katharine’s cubicle, wait
ing for the day when there should be
[no more money, hungry, foot sore, and
heart sore. And in the night there
came the dreadful dreams which tor
ture those who are insufficiently fed.
There came at last one evening—it
was Friday evening—when there was
jno money, except a silver shilling.
[Saturday morning is that on which
[the residents of Harley House pay in
[advance for the next week. If they
lean not pay they must go. The rule
is imperative. If the Matron were to
[break that rule in favor of any resident
jslie must pay the money herself in ad
jvance. There is no suspension of that
,rule allowed under any excuse what
ever. To suspend the rule would con
vert Harley House into a charitable
institution, which, as is proudly stated
;in the prospectus, is not its character.
Therefore the two gilds would have
to go. I think that the committee, had
they known the facts in the case,
would have relaxed that rule, or even
[paid a week or two in advance them
selves for these two girls.
By this time they had suffered so
much that they spoke but little of their
sorrows. They sat together and wait
ed in silence. Next day they would not
[even have a bed to lie upon or a place
where they could sit apart from the
rest of the world. What wquld it be
like? I think that even in facing the
most terrible suffering there is some
thing that consoles in the curiosity of
wondering what it will be like.
There is nothing in which people
[differ more than in the way. they take
disaster. Most of us are distinctly
“worsened” by misfortune, particular
ly in youth. Of these two girls, one at
least, the girl with the splendid
physique, born for the enjoyment o?
her youth, took punishment in the most
[rebellious way in the world. The
more she was chastened the less was
[she resigned, until, in these days of
[the direst calamity, she was maddened
(With the sense of undeserved suffer
ing. What had they done? Well, they
had had fathers: Katharine found that
[explanation of their troubles long ago.
[lt really explains a great deal of bu
[man suffering, although two of the
Prophets disagree about it. Katharine
endured in silence, and put no qfles
ition to the silent heavens. Things that
are ordered must be endured.
Down stairs, in the drawing room,
the residents were talking of them.
Ladies who go in hunger are very
slow to speak of their own sufferings,
but they are quick to perceive the
privations undergone by others.
| “They have not taken tea for a fort
night.” said Miss Beatrice; “the Ma
tron told me so.”
“Katharine Capel has sold her en
gagement ring,” said another. “Noth
ing but the most dreadful necessity
would compel her to do that.”
“They have pawned all their clothes
except what they stand in,” said an
other.
“They have tramped over the whole
of London and they have found noth
ing.”
“And they have no friends at all.
Neither of them has any friends or any
relations that knows of.”
Then there was a murmuring among
each other. and presently Miss
Beatrice went round with a pencil and
a bit of paper and whispered with
each.
i It was Lily who really understood
what their future meant; at least she
[thought she did. and she began to draw
a realistic picture of what was going
to happen. It was almost worthy of
[the great Master of the Horrible and
[the Disgusting. Over a great part of
it I have dropped a veil,
i “To-morrow,” site said, “we shall be
gin to starve. We may. If we are for
tunate, catch cold and die quickly of
pneumonia or bronchitis. That is to
say, you may. As for me, I never
catch anything because I am so strong.
We have got a shilling; we shall use
up in penny loaves; I don’t know how
long it will last, because I am not
going to keep any account of time.
What does it matter whether we starve
in a week or in a fortnight? The
sooner ’tis over the sooner to sleep.
Because starving, you see, Katharine,
is a very slow and troublesome way of
dying. We shall wander about till we
are obliged to sit down, and the police
man will order us to move on. Then
we shall feel very weak, as well as
very tired, and we shall stagger as we
go, and tumble down, and they will
carry us to the station, and say that
we are drunk.”
“Don’t. Lily.”
But she went on Tt scorned to con
sole her, or it fed her rage, to picture
the very worst that could happen.
(To be continued.)
Rritatn’s Railroad Men.
The railways companies of England
and Wales employ between them 312,-
,000 men. The Scottish and Irish
companies employ 40,000 men between
them.
THIS BABY IN GOOD LUCK.
New Found Friend Sends Check of $30,-
000 for Privilege of Name.
The family of Mr. Homer Powell, of
Cordele, Ga., a hard-working and re
spected carpenter and brickmason, a
few days ago, received a check from
a wealthy New York lady for the
sum of $30,000 for their youngest child,
who is only a few weeks old.
check was from Mrs. J. R. McKay of
Cuba, N. Y.
Mrs. McKay was returning to her
home, after spending tne winter in
Florida, when she missed connection
and was obliged to lay over a short
while in Cordele, and oy accident was
thrown with this family. When she
heard of the birth of this child she
asked permission to name it, which
was granted her.
The letter, when received, bore the
name of the child, James “Edward Pow
ell. This letter contained the check
for $30,000, drawing 4 per cent to be
paid anually, and when the infant
is 21 years of age the entire amount
will be paid to him for his own use.
THOUGHT EARTHQUAKE HAD COME.
Powder Explosion Near San Francisco
Caused Panic in the City.
An explosion occurred at the Du
pont de Nemour powder works near
Oakland, Cal., Saturday, in which two
persons were killed. The loss to the
plant is $50,000.
When the 3,000 employes of the Cal
ifornia Fruit Canners’ association,
who work in the big establishment of
the company in San Francisco, felt the
shock they thought it was an earth
quake, and rushed into the streets.
During the stamped* a number of per
sons, men aid women, were thrown
down aad badly trampled.
BABY SNATCHED BY A TORNADO.
Little One Was Carried Nearly Quarter of
Mile and Mangled.
A tornado struck the town of Wocds
field and Newcastle, Ohio, Monday,
wrecking a number of buildings and
doing other damage. The home of Sam
uel Bartemus, near Woodsfield, was
entirely destroyed and a two-year-old
child killed. Th? child was torn from
its mother’s arms, ana carried nearly
a quarter of a mile.
NEW ASYLUM SUPERINTENDENT.
Dr. Jones Succeeds Late Dr. Powell at
Georgia State Sanitarium.
Dr. M. M. Jones, who has been con
nected with the institution for a num
ber of years as second assistant phy
sician, was elected by the trustees on
Thursday as superintendent of Geor
gia state sanitarium at
to succeed the late Dr. T. O. Powell.
TO CONFER ON WAGE SCALE
Mill Owners and Operatives in Fall River
Will Hold a Meeting.
An important meeting of cotton man
ufacturers and operatives will be held
in Fall River, Mass., to endeavor to
settle a difference which has arisen.
The operatives demanded a fixed stan
dard of length of every piece of goods
woven as a basis for wages.
