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About The Henry County weekly. (McDonough, GA.) 18??-1934 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 13, 1907)
HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY. J. A. FOUCHE, Publisher. R. L. JOHNSON, Editor. Entered at the postoffice at McDon joigh as second class mail matter. Advertising Rates: SI.OO per loot per month. Reduction on standinj contracts by special agreement. ►- ———— " Vermont’s lumber product has in creased one-third in five years, notes the Boston Transcript. But how much does this represent the mere cutting of a five years’ increase, and how much absolute deforestation? The Green Mountains may well be spared that reckless stripping away of trees which has ruined some of the fairest hillsides in New Hampshire. For those who are helpless or par tially so through no fault of their own, it is conceded that help in some adequate way and degree must he provided, avers the New York Times. They cannot be allowed to starve or to go unclad and unsheltered. If they are completely helpless, the task Is relatively simple and easy. The real difficulty is in the cases of those who are partially of temporarily de pendent. How much aid they shall have, in what form, under what con ditions, without destroying their will ingness and capability to do for them selves what they really should do, and without making their status at tractive to others similarly situated j- that is the series of questions that {present themselves with increasing insistence. For it is plain that any f stem that weakens the industrial i forces of the community on the one hand, while increasing the burdens of 1 taxation on those who do work, must in the end be disastrous. i The protection afforded by light ning conductors on isolated build ings is strikingly illustrated by a j fact stated in Symons’ Meteorological i Magazine that in the United King dom nearly four hundred ‘unpro tected” buildings are damaged an- j Dually by lightning. It appears from | the British statistics quoted by this 'journal that out of 125 cases of | “protected” buildings struck by light- ' ning within three years there were only twenty-four cases of the failure , of the lightning conductors, an aver i |ase of less than eight failures a year. It is highly probable that i long these in which the light ning rods failed to prevent damage | jthore were some which should be {ascribed to defects in the conductors jcr to lack of skill iu adjusting them. fßut taking the above statistics as |they stand they clearly show that lightning conductors when properly attached to exposed buildings do af ford real protection Many of the ac-called failures to protect are doubtless due to poor or insufficient conductors or neglect to extend them beneath the building deep enough to reach permanently wet ground. The proposition for the establish ing of a corporation for the wide ad vertisement of the Southern rice crop in order to promote a more extensive consumption of this important food product is interesting, declares the New Orleans Picayune. Years ago is was known that while American Indian corn is generally used at home for human food, it was regarded in the various European countries as unfit for aiiy such purpose and was ini] orted to be fed to cattle and oth er live stock. Interested parlies iu connection with the Agricultural De partment at Washington maintained abroad for several years agents whose jbusiness it was to demonstrate to the people, particularly at fairs and ex .po-i ions, in a practical manner the immense value of corn for human j 'food. It was cooked and iSorved in inaui attractive and palatable forms, and its good qualities were made known to many. Rice in the North ern Spates is regarded rather as food for sick patients. While it is admir able for such purposes, it is such •trong and nourishing food that 400,- 000,000 of -Chinamen, 300,000,000 of East Indians, and the Japanese and many other Orientals almost delu sively subsist on it. Our own people will do well to learn from those »pe?s that know it best. . RINE R *C /a , Hi E y WALTER *tf • Mf f # CHAPTER XL 11 Continued. “I know a man,” said Dittmer, “who will lend me tiv«*. or even ten shillings on Monday. My friend will also pity me back two shillings out of my loan on the same day. Perhaps our land lady would take you into the house, but she makes rules and will admit no ladies at all to her lodgings. But it is impossible, Kathariue —you cannot pass j the whole night upon a bench. It is Impossible.” “We must.” said Lily. “If you have j not any money, there is no help for it. I If that were all, what matter?” ”ln that case.” said Dittiper, "[ shall pass the night upon the bench with you. Hiimnel! Could I go home and leave you here —l.v? yourselves?”' - He ; turned and walked with them toward St. James’s Park. “Oh. Katharine!” said Lily, “whnt a difference—what a difference it makes to have a man with us! I feel some- | how as if .ve should pull through our i troubles. I don’t know bow r it is to be done, or why we should think so. But | lie inspires confidence. Courage, dear, j we have a man with us. Oh! why don’t I they keep a man at Harley House, only in order to inspire confidence?” They began their night at about half past seven, when the place was full of people walking through, but the girls were tired. They tied their handker chiefs round their necks and sat close together, Lily on the outside and Kath arine between her and Dittmer. by which means she was a little protect ed from the cold. A night in the open air in the month 1 of October may be enjoyable under cor- j tain conditions, which must take the form of thick blankets to begin with, j But it cannot by any stretch of iinag j illation be considered warm. The re vulsion of feeling, however, with the i two girls at meeting with a protector, \ the change from despair to confidence ! which Dittmer inspired, made them ! suddenly gay. They laughed aiul prat- | tied; they made little silly jokes which pleased them all three; they seemed I to passersby like a party of young peo- J pie perfectly happy and without a! care; just as if their limbs were not aching all over, and their feet were not getting ns cold as a stone, and as If they were not desperately hungry. “It is nine o'clock,” said Liiy. “Time for supper. Herr Dittmer, will you join us? We have a beautiful supper, made altogether of the finest wlieaten meal, exquisitely prepared and most I delicately baked till it is a beautiful ' rich brown. Tt consists partly of crust and partly of crumb. Pray which por tion do you prefer, or shall I assist you to a little of both—without the stuff ing?” and then those foolish girls j laughed. They were safe. Dittmer had them in his charge. They were quite safe now. Dittmer refused to share in their sup per. because, he said, mendaciously, lio j had already made a copious meal oft bread and sausage, which would servo him till the morning. Then the gills eat half the bread between them, and wrapped up the rest for their break- j fast. At about ten the number of passen gers greatly diminished. About the same time it grew much colder: a little : wind sprung up, rattling among the sparse leaves of the trees. Katharine kept dropping off to sleep and waking again with a start. Lily seemed sleep ing soundly, and Dittmer was smok- ' ing a cigar stolidly. At last Katharine dropped her head and fell into a sleep from which she did not awake till mid night, when she started into wakeful- j ness. Dittmer Bock still sat with a cigar between bis lips, patiently, as if nothing was the matter. "You are cold,” he said. “Take my hand and run a little, or jump, joos? joinp.” Katharine tried just to jump, but she was too tired either to run or to jump. She was desperately eoUL Lily, for her part, seemed to mint! nothing. Also. Katharine longed wills an intense yearning to lie down and stretch herself out. Then Dittmer showed the ingenuity of man. He made her lie along the bench, her head in Lily’s lap. He wrapped her skirts tightly round her feet. He found a pair of gloves in his pocket—he wore twelves. I think—and put them on Katharine’s hands, over her own. s] that she had a double pair. And the) he produced his own handkerchief—a large colored silk handkerchief of ;1 patriarchal character—and tied i! round her neck and over her head Lastly, he sat down at her feet and laid the skirts of his great overcoat ovei them, so that she might be still mori protected from the cokl. “Now.” lie said, “schlafen sic wolil Kntehen.” He lighted another cigar—remem- ber that they were cigars of Hamburg, not of Havana—and Katharine dropped off to sleep again. She did not wake tip till five o’clock. The young German still sat patient and resolute, his hands in his pockets; he was nearly frozen with the cold: lid had turned up the collar of his co at: and he had not slept for one single moment during the whole night. , “Ditlmer.” said the girl. “.Ta; lam awake. Sleep on. Ivatchen. It is only five o’clock.” “No; I have slept long enough. And the se..t is very hard.” She got up and looked about her. It was still nin lit: by the lamp light she saw that all the benches near them were similarly occu pied with sleeping figures. “Are these people all as poor as our selves, Dittmer? And. oh! you have put your gloves on my hands and tied your handkerchief round my neck. Oh! it is go-ad of you. Dittmer.” She took his hand. “Yesterday I thought I had Hot a friend in the whole world except Lily. And I forgot you. Forgive me. I forgot that you promised to be my brother. And you have thrown your great coat over me and are sitting without it. Oh! it is a shame. Put it on directly.” “Katchen, you must not forget. It js true that at this moment I have no more than eiglitpeirce, and tomorrow is Sunday, yet I will find something. Listen to my plan. There is a man lie is from Hamburg; he used to work for my father’s Delleatessen-Handlung; he came to London to make liis for tune. and has already a large baker’s shop of his own. I will go to him; I will ask him. because he knows me, to take you into his house for a week or two until you can find a better place. The baker has a good heart; he will weep when I tell him your misfor tune. Ivatchen, it was very wrong to forget you had a brother.” "I will never forget it any more.” Dittmer kissed her fingers. All that I have —it is not much—- is yours. All my brains, all my knowl edge. all my work is yours, Katchen. You are my sister, you are also the only woman in the world whom I shall ever love. Ja, my sister—l know. But for me there is not other women in the world.” Katherine made no reply. The tears rose to her eyes. Perhaps, had he pressed her at that moment, gratitude would have suffered him to change the title of sister. But he was too loyal to take advantage of her emotion. All this time Lily made no sign at •all of being awake, or of hearing any .thing. She sat motionless and appar ently sleeping, just as she had sat all ;the night. ; Presently the dawn appeared, and grew gradually and spread, until an other day was born. “On Sunday morning,” said Dittmer, “bakers sleep late. I go to seek my friend at seven.” “I do not know,” said Lily, starting tip with animation, “that I have ever passed a more delightful night. I mean it, Katharine. It was cold, I 'dare say. but the past is now done with. We have broken with respect ability; we have spent a whole night out, sleeping in the park. Whatever happens now, we can never be gov ernesses any more. We have lost our character. Nobody would employ a girl for a governess who had slept out all night. I rejoice. We have got a man to advise us. Let us cat up all the rest of our bread, and then we will go to find the baker. We are already on a lower level; we can now do any kind of work. I feel as if I could marry the baker and take the money in the shop.” She divided the bread into three portions, but again Dittmer refused his share, and the girls finished it. “And now." said Dittmer, “I will go to prepare the mind of the baker. Wait for me here. In one hour I return. Then you will find repose while you look about and consider what is to be done nekt. In one hour I come back. Remain here without moving and I return; In one little hour I return. Ja. I komm.” CHAPTER XII. In the Fog. He strode away in the yellow light of the autumn morning. “He is gone.” said Lily. “1 feel as if I was going to despair again.” “He will be back soon, let us walk about. But we will keep near this place for fear of missing him.” “Katharine”—uo one ever anticipat ed, prophesied, and realized the future so clearly and so wholly as Lily—“l understand exactly what is going to happen. We shall go to the baker. He will be, of course, a master baker, the Queen's chief baker, perhaps. He will be a friendly baker, and he will talk English much worse than Dittmer; we -;'aall s;ay with him for a week or two. and then we shall go into the shop and keep accounts, or perhaps sell loaves and rolls and buns across the counter. I shall like selling the buns better Ilian ■keeping accounts. But you will keep the accounts. Either occupation will be much better than teaehing'Tiorrid chil dren. And then, you know, when me have quite got used to the life and forgotten all about Harley street, and remember only the misery- of starv ing gentility, there will come along a handsome young baker, of German origin, and we shall—that is. I shall— go off to church with him, and keep his shop for him ever after." “It will be an honorable life. And oh! what does it matter to you and me now whether we call ourselves gen tlewomen or not?” “Nothing, my dear. But I wish Dittmer would come back.” Where the fog came from I know not. But it fell upon them swiftly and unexpectedly. First, it turned the sun into a copper disk about the size of a warning pan. and then it shut him out from view altogether. And first that fog blurred the branches of the trees, -and then it clothed them, and covered tiiem up with white clouds, and then it became yellow, and caused the peo ple who breathed it to cough and choke, and then it became suddenly black with the blackness of midnight. “Katharine, let i stay quite still. Let us sit here and not move for fear of losing him. This will not last long.” It was a terrible fog; it was the well known and historical fog when the peo ple could not attend the morning ser vice, or, if they found their way thither, they found that the fog had tilled the church so that nothing could be seen except the nearest lamps, and if any were in the streets they either stayed where they happened to be. or they rambled miserably about losing themselves. It was not until 3 o’clock next morn ing that it cleared away, and people were able to look about again, and to pee the clear sky set with stars, and the ghosts all flying away, and once more to hope. By that tirim, ns you will see. it was too late for Katharine and for Lily. They sat on their bench for an hour, hoping that Dittmer would grope his way back to them, with news from the linker. He was on his way back to them, With the best of news. But the fog fell I’.pn him. as upon all the rest of the town, and caused him to stop and eon fider. He who in a black fog stops to consider is lost, for he turns round and Instantly forgets the direction in which lie was walking. Dittmer Bock di*4 (his, and instead of marching straight toward St. James’ Park, which was not far from the baker’s, and in a southwesterly direction, he turned north and walked off resolutely in the direction of Edinburgtb. So that when Hie fog cleared he was already well on Ills way to York. The girls waited in the Park while Hie hours crept on slowly. “If we do not move.” said Katharine, ‘‘the fog will lift and he will pome back to us. Let us wait.” “I am hungry.” said Lily, who had the day before been so brave to face starvation. “I must eat, whatever hap pens. Katharine, will you sit here while I go and buy something? I am certain that I can find my way back. \Yo will spend all our money, and then trust to Dittmer.” “Oh. Lily, you must not leave me alone.” “Then with me, Katharine; w« phall not be gone five minutes. I can (ind my way blindfold. To be sure. It Is blindfold. We keep quite straight/ fllong the railings, and we get to Buck ingham Palace Road, where there are coffee houses.” They kept along the railings without much difficulty, then they came to the corner and had to cross the open place |>efore the palace. And now the trouble began; after what seemed to Kath arine half an hour they found them selves not in Buckingham Palace Road at all. but in front of more railings. The thick brown fog grew darker and thicker; then a terrible bewilderment fell upon them; they knew not which was north, south, east or west; they knew not from what quarter they had come or where these railings might be; and there was nobody to ask. They tvere lost in the fog, like Dittmer him self, and like every human creature out on that terrible Sunday morning— when the wayfarers wandered in the fog like those poor lost creatures who wandered in the desert, round and found, only to come upon footsteps again, or those who are lost In a Canadian forest, and turn in a circle round and round, while they think they are marching in a straight line. “What shall we do, Lily?” “Let us walk along the railings; we fhall find something.” They stood beside the railings, not somewhere; it must be into the park; but what part of the park?” “We are lost, Katharine,” said Lily; we must wait till the fog lifts.” They waited, but it did not lift. “Where does Dittmer live, Kathar ine?” “I do not know.” “Where is the office in the city?” “I do not know.” “Then we are lost indeed, if we can not find him.” They stood beside the railings, noot flaring to move. Nobody passed by; Ihey were well off the pathway. The fog deadened sound as well as sight. It was cold and damp; the fog was in iheir throats and in their lungs. Presently the fog got into their ! drains as well. Then one of them, the l stronger, bpgan to have visions, aiul ■ to see spirits which marched past, a j irocession of devils who mocked, and i if women who wrung their hands and wept, then more devils and more weep mg women. She kept none of these cisions to herself, but kindly communi mted them to her companion, who had dipped down and was crouched, cling ing to the rail, on the cold ground. “They are tlis women who seek for work and find none, Katharine. Look i it them; there is one as old as Miss I Stidolpli, and here are two like Miss i Augusta and Miss Beatrice, but they | aaven’t got their annuity, and there ; ire two like ourselves. The devils I -nock them and drive them with whips. | 011 lit is dreadful to see them. Do you j a ear what they are saying? ‘This is what you were born for; nobody wants j rou: there is nothing that you can do; rou will have to go on like this all rour lives; you will live an immense time; every day you shall feel hunger jnd privation and disappointment. There is no love for you; there is not any hope for you of being cared for and carassed, with strong hands to work for you. No! no! These tilings ire for other women not a bit better than you! Are you listening, Kath arine?” Katharine moaned in reply. (To be Continued.) During a wedding at Grafenbaum, Austria, lightning struck the church and tore a Way the bridegroom’s right foot. KING ED CAUSES DIVORCE SUIT. • Wanted to Meet Another Man’s Wife But Hubby Objected. A divorce suit which Is considered the result of an estrangement caused by King Edward of England has come to light in Lexington, Ky., after hav ing been kept seciet since June. The suit was filed by Lewis T. Brown against Margaret Johnson- Brown on the ground of abandonment. Mrs. Brown Is the daughter of Claude M. Johnson, formerly European agent of the Hoe Press company, with head quarters in London. Mrs. Brown was a woman of rare beauty, and attracted attention every where. Matters came to a climax when Mr. and Mrs. Brown attended a theater in London, where King Ed ward was attracted by Mrs. Brown’s beauty, and asked an introduction. Mr. Brown objected, and his wife ridiculed his objection. To this Incident, it is said, is due the estrangement and the separation. Mr. Brown returned to Kentucky, and is now in the govern, ment revenue service at Maysville, REFUGEE TAYLOR SUSPECTS TRAP. On Advice of Close Friends, Ex-Governor Will Not Return to Kentucky. William S. Taylor, formerly govern or of Kentucky and refugee in Indiana for the past seven years, will not ac cept Judge Stout’s offer of immunity from arrest and return to that state to testify in behalf of Caleb Powers. Friends in Kentucky are sending him letters by every mail telling him not to return and suggesting that there is every probability of the state going republican at the coming election, and he can then return and be sure of a fair trial. Mr. Taylor says the men w - ho thus advise him are old and tried friends, and he would not voluntarily return to Kentucky in the face of advice from men who know he is innocent and who believe that a trap is being set for him. MRS. CARTER ACQUITTED BY JURY. Was Tried on Charge of Receiving Money Stolen By Bank Teller. Mrs. Laura M. Carter, who has been on trial for a week on a charge of receiving stolen money, was acquit ted by a jucy. She was accused of having received from Chester B. Run yan, the defaulting teller of the Wind sor Trust company, $5,000 of the $82,- 000 he stole from the bank. Immediately after the verdict. Mrs. Carter was released from custody. She said she had not decided whether she would demand the reward offered for Runyan’s capture, which amounted to $7,400. GIRL SUES GAY DOCTOR. Thomas is Asked to Pay Damages as Re sult of Automobile Wreck. Dr. Julian P. Thomas has been sued for $25,000 damages by Miss Frances Hess, the New York girl who was in jured in an automobile accident while riding in the physician’s car. Papers in the suit were filed Monday. Dr. Thomas has announced that he will sue the city for $50,000 or SIOO,- 000 because of the street obstruction which wrecked his auto.
