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HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY.
J. A. FOUCHE, Publisher.
R. L. JOHNSON, Editor.
Entered at the postoffice at McDon
jngh ® s second class mail matter.
Advertising Rates: SI.OO per inoi
per month. Reduction on standinj
contracts by special agreement.
A man has no right to stone his wife
but lie may rock his baby, muses the
Chicago News.
In Chicago five men die to every two
women. This seems to prove to the
New York American, that the soda
fountain is healthier than the sa
loon.
Many boys make the mistake of
'•hifting employers too often. They
will change from a law office to a
store and from there to a factory and
again to a wholesale house. They had
better stick to one *bing and usually
to one firm, wart the New York
World. This every yeas they become
more valuable through added experi
ence. They can do more work with
less effort. They are making a reputa
tion.
An Austrian who wanted to get rich
by canning vegetables went to Singen
(in Germany) and tried to bribe a fac
tory foreman there into betraying
trade secrets. It cost him three
months in prison. “Some of our Amer
ican manufacturers are very enterpris
ing,” remarks Consul General Guen
ther, “and occasionally—when in Eu
rope—seek to obtain information by
personal efforts. The case cited may
be useful in cautioning personal inves
tigators to be very circumspect,”
A writer in the Christian World
says: It amazes me that women
should wish to have what has proved a
failure in the hands of a creature that
whatever his limitations, is undoubt
edly at the top o£ the brain-strength
of the world. So little am I in love
with the vote that I could wish the
women 1 most detest nothing more
destructive than the right to exercise
it. Let them enter upon a reign of
wire-pulling and backbiting on an im
perial scale, and cheating and hypoc
risy, as men have done, if they care to
spoil themselves still further.
The common sunflower is an Ameri
can plant. Its original home is stated
by eminent botanists to be Peru and
Mexico, relates the Pitsburg Dispatch.
The Russian peasantry seem to be
convinced that the plant possesses
properties against fever, and fever pa
tients sleep upon a bed made of sun
flower leaves and also cover them
selves with them. This use has re
cently induced a Russian physician to
experiment with a coloring matter pre
pared from sunflower leaves, and it is
stated that he had good results with
the coloring matter and with alcoholic
extracts from the flower and leaves.
With one hundred children from one
month to twenty-one years old he has,
in the majority of cases, effected as
speedy a cure as otherwise with quin
ine.
The Exporters’ Review, a periodical
devoted to the export trade, calls at
tention to the fact that it is insecure
packing and baling that is largely re
sponsible for the small share which
American exporters secure of the Lat
in-American trade. The Review says:
“It should be remembered that many
South American ports lack the dis
charging facilities usually found in Eu
rope and other countries, where har
bors are deeper and vessels can land
goods directly on docks. When cargo
is discharged into lighters lying along
side the ship in an open roadstead it
is very difficult to avoid breakage of
flimsy wooden cases, and as the steam
ship companies always protect them
selves by clauses in their bills of lad
in" against damage of this character,
the shipper or consignee has no re
dress. Again, the rough handling of
packages by the unskilled labor em
ployed in that kind of work should be
guarded against both as to the package
itseM and its contents. Even when
the goods are landed in good eonditiou
at the ports, the subsequent cartage
over tough mountain ioaus to the it,
terice is iiabie tj cause damage unless
the backuges are seeuiciy baled or
cased.”
-djp* “•‘'Cvi
V* By WALTER *4
CHAPTER XVII. 17
“We were parted In the fog. I have
not seen her since that night. It was
in the fog. We tried to die together,
Dittmer,” she whispered—“we did in
deed, but we were not allowed.”
“Come, Lily,” said the gentleman,
“We block the way.”
He pushed her gently into the car
riage. and followed, taking no notice at
all of the clerk.
Dittmer ran straight with the dis
eovery to Tom, and was greatly aston
ished at the effect which the intelli
gence produced upon him.
This was the reason why the adver
tisements were discontinued.
CHAPTER XVIII.
. IN THE WORKROOM.
In an upper room furnished with
eight or ten sewing machines there sat
as many girls at work. The room was
weli ventilated and warmed; the girls
looked contented; there was no talking,
but every girl sat over her sewing ma
chine and guided the work, while the
needle jumped up and down in that
most surprising and wonderful instru
ment. In a smaller room at the back
a forewoman was at work.
Downstairs there wus a show room,
quite an humble-kind of show room, in
which one or two more sewing ma
chines were at work. And at the back
of this was a small office or sitting
room in which there were two ladiet
conversing. One of them was th«
lady who ran the concern. It was con
ducted on co-operative principles
which is the reason why it has sinct
been closed, because, of all thingf
in this world, there is nothing mort
difficult than to persuade people tc
buy things at co-operative productive
stores—that is to say, where the pro
ducers sell their things without the
medium of boss, chief, bourgeois, oi
master.
This particular attempt was jusl
then in the stage when a little feeble
public interest in it h id been excited
by superhuman efforts of its friends,
and success seemed possible, though
there were many anxieties. The twe
ladies in the office were discussing
these anxieties and possibilities. One
of them, the manager of the concern,
fl lady no longer young, had speni
her whole life among the working
women.
“My dear,” she said to the youngei
lady—it was the snme young lady whe
had caught Katherine on the bench as
she was falling forward—“l really dc
thin!' we have made a move.”
*******
The above stars represent quite a
long conversation about line/i gar-,
meiits, and orders, and expenses, and
receipts, from the co-operative point ol
.view deeply interesting.
“And how do you get on with youi
hands?”
“There is the usual percentage ol
stupid girls, lazy girls, and incompe
tent girls. I know exactly what to
expect. The most satisfactory of all
Is the girl you brought to me—Katha
rine.”
“What is her full name?”
“I do not know—l have not yet
asked her. She is quick to learn, obe
dient, and ladylike.”
“Yes. She is lady-like, poor thing!
Perhaps she was formerly a lady’s
maid.”
“Poor thing!” the other echoed
“Without friends and relations. Lefl
to die. Oh, what a fate! What a
punishment!”
“Yet her face is full of innocence
and purity. Can such a face lie?”
“She said that she had no friends
find no relations. What can tbal
mean?”
“Let us go upstairs and see her.”
They went upstairs where Katharine
eat at work before a sewing machine,
quiet and industrious. She looked up
and smiled as the ladies entered the
room. The look, the smile, the very
carriage of her head, were altogether
different from the manner in which
the other girls greeted the chief. These
girls were all what we call decent and
respectable; some of them were come
ly; some were even pretty, as London
work girls very often are, petites,
with narrow, sloping shoulders, small
face, and large eyes; some were coun
try bred, and showed it in their figures
and the ample width of their shoul
ders; some had the manners of the
shop; some of the factory: some, of
the London back street; some, of the
slum: some, of the farm: some, of the
servants 4 ha>l; none of them had the
manners which were shown by so
simple a thing as Katharine’s smile
when she lifted her head.
She suffered no longer: she knew not,
and had not the least suspicion, of the
dreadful things that were thought
and said about her by the ladies—
res. the verv ladies—who had befriend
«d her. She was ia a haven of rest.
She learned readily how to use the
sewing machine; she even took some
kind of interest in the work; she sat
steadily working all day; she gained
a sufficient weekly wage; and she had
a room in a decent house recommended
by the lady who ran the co-operative
business.
Th# young lady, her rescuer, shook
hands with her, though somewhat
doubtfully—there are several ways of
shaking hands, as everybody knows,
and when a young lady shakes hands
with a girl who has the manners of a
lady, but has been picked up starving,
and confesses to having no friends and
no relations, a certain something
constraint, doubt, condescension, or en
couragement—cannot but bo remarked
in the manner of extending or with
drawing the hand. Chapters—whole
essays—great books—might be written
on the differences, shades, and grades
of shaking hands, from the affable
greeting of a prhice to the cheerful
grasp which a work-house chaplain be
stows upon his sheep.
Katharine, however, noticed nothing
unusual in this welcome.
“You are quite strong and well again
now, are you?” asked the young lady.
“Quite, thank yen.”
“Are you still living in the same
house?”
“Yes,” Katharine replied, without in
terest in the matter. “They are quiet
people who leave me alone.”
“May I call upon you some day?”
“Certainly. Why not?”
“It must be on Sunday, after service.
I shall not interrupt you then. My
name is Katharine, like yours—Kath
arine Willoughby. You will tell me
yours, perhaps, when I call at your
lodgings. I should so much like,” she
added, in a lower voice, “to be your
friend, if you will let me.”
Katharine made no reply. But her
eye fell upon the girl’s dress. There
was a colored scarf round her neck,
and a bit of bright color in her hat,
and tan-colored gloves.
“I thought,” she said, “that you were
in deep mourning. Was I dreaming?
Sometimes a strange feeling comes over
me, as if everything was a dream.”
“You are quite right. I was in deep
mourning. But, oh, Katharine, on the
very day that I found you the most
joyful news that ever reached any girl
came to me. It told me that the—the
person for whom I mourned was not
dead at all, but living, and I put off
my mourning.”
“Was it your lover?”
“Yes, it was my lover. Thank God,
he was restored to those who love
him.”
“Come on Sunday,” said Katharine,
suddenly interested. “I will tell you of
all my trouble, if you are not too happy
to hear it.”
On Sunday morning Miss Willoughby
called. But she could not hear the
story that morning, because the girl
lay in bed with some kind of fever.
Her head and her hands were hot;
her words were wandering. She spoke
of the fog and of the night, and called
upon Tom to come back and help her.
But as for her story, she could not tell
it, because reason and will and knowl
edge and self-rule had left her brain,
which was the abode of delirium.
They carried her to the hospital for
women in the Marylebone Road. There
was nothing to show where she came
from or who were her friends. In her
pocket—girls no longer, except in books,
carry treasures in their bosoms —lay
tied together a packet of letters. They
were from a man who signed himself
“Tom”—tout court—nothing but “Tom”
—and addressed her as Katharine.
What can be done with “Tom?” This
Torn was madly in love with her. He
called her every endearing name that a
fond lover can Invent; he recalled the
past days of happiness together; he
looked forward to fke future. He was
in a railway train; he was on board a
ship; he was among soldiers; he spoke
of natives; he spoke of Arabs—clearly
therefore, a Tom among Egyptians.
Probably a Tom who had been killed.
He did not somehow write like an
officer; his letters contained no news;
for that he referred her to the papers.
All he had to tell her was that he loved
her—he loved her—he loved her—and
Avas always and forever her Tom.
Tl*» Sister of the ward read these
sacred letters, and placed them, with a
sigh that so much honest lov r e shoxild
be lost, under Katharine’s pillow. Time
enough to try and find out. If she grew
worse, what had become of this Tom,
and who his Katharine really was.
She did grow *vorse, hut she had
youth on her side and a good constitu
tion, which had certainly not been
spoiled by luxurious living or the want
of exercise. She even lay at the point
of death; had she died there would
have been nothinc to establish biir
identity but those letters and her hand
kerchief marked “K. 11. C.” Then she
would have been buried, and Lily’s
prophecy would have come partly true.
“She is better this morning,” said the
Sister. “Her head is cool. She has
been sleeping a long time.”
“She is more beautiful than ever in
her weakness.” It was Miss Willough
by Avlio stood beside the bed with the
Sister and the nurse. “Sister, think of
it! She told me Bhe was Avithout
friends or relations. Is it possible?”
“It is certainly not possible,” said the
Sister. “There is perfect innocence in
her face and—more than that—in her
talk. We hear the delirious talk of
women whose lives have not been inno
cent, and Ave learn their past. This
girl’s mind is as Innocent as her face.
You might make a painting of that, and
call it ‘Eve Before the Fall,’ or ‘Una,”
or ‘Mary, the Sister of Martha.’ She
may be friendless, but ” The Sister
shook her head and went away.
Misa Willoughby sat by the bedside
and waited.
“No friends and no relations.” How
«ould a girl have neither friends nor
relations? Y’et to conclude that the
girl deserved to have none was cruel
and unjust. Miss Willoughby was
ashamed of her hard thoughts. Be
sides she had heard from the Sister
about those letters. Then Katharine
opened her eyes again, and looked as
if she could speak.
“Do you know me now dear?” asked
Miss Willoughby.
“Yes, I knoxv you.”
“You have been very ill. You are
ftill weak, You must not talk much.
Put tell me your name.”
“Katharine Regina.”
“What?” Miss Willoughby started
“How did you get that name?”
“It is my Christian name.”
“What is your surname? What was
your father’s name?”
“Willoughby Capel?”
“Willoughby—Katharine Regina! It
is very strange. Have you any rela
tions named Willoughby?”
“I have no relations at all.”
Then she closed her eyes again.
“Leave her now,” said the nurse.
“She is weak, and had better rest and
go to sleep again.”
Next day Miss Willoughby called
again, bringing grapes. Every grape
upon the bunch was a big tear of re
pentance because she had thought so
cruelly of her patient. Only the patient
pever knew. When one goes about a
City a great deal and meets with many
experiences, most of them of a truly
dreadful kind, one naturally draws
conclusions which would seem to many
ladies most wicked. In the same way
the doctor, when you tell him certain
things, at once suspects the very worst.
Katharine never knew.
She was sitting up in bed, already In
P fair way of recovery.
“Are you strong enough to talk to
(lay?” asked Miss Willoughby.
“Oh, yes; I can talk to-day. But I
|iave only just begun to understand all
that you have done for me. I can not
thank you yet ”
“Do not talk of that at all.”
“You must have thought me most un
grateful when I was working at the
sewing machine. But all that time
feems like a dream. I only half remem
ber if. You were in mourning first,
and then you put it off. and you told
pie something.”
“I was—l Avas in the very deepest
grief as well as the depeest mourning, 1
for my lover was said to be dead. And
now I am in the greatest joy and
thankfulness because my lover Lai
been miraculously restored to me.
Ought I not to be happy?”
“I am so glad! My lover too is dead.
But he can never be restored to me.”
“Your lover, dear? Oh, you had a
lover, too, and he was killed, like mine?
Oh!” She took her hand and pressed
|t. “I know his name, because the Sis
ter read his letters in order to find out
who you were. His name was Tom.”
“Yes, it Avas Tom. And Tom is
deed.”
“Will you tell me something more
• bout yourself?” she asked. “Not more
(han you want to tell. I am not curi
ous, indeed, but if I can help you—-
till! let me help you. because I met you
)n the very day that the telegram came
which brought my lover back to life.
In the evening, when I went home—
ifter I left you—they brought it to me.
Oh! my dear—my sister brought it cry
‘ng—my father kissed me—and my
mother kissed me—and they were all
‘■rying, and I knew not Avliy —on the
very same day when I found you. Cau
1 ever think of that day without think
ing of you. too? God has given you to
me so that I may deal with you as He
lias dealt with me. And I can never
let you go away—never, never.”
“Oh!” said Katherine, deeply moved,
‘what can I say?”
“I shall never forget that day. Oh.
bow I rushed' to tear off the black
things and to— My dear, you are a
part of that day. Now tell me more.
You said your name was Katharine
Regina. That is my name, too. There
is always a Katharine Regina in the
family. And I never heard of any
other family which had those two
names. And your father's name Avas
Willoughby Capel. It is so very odd,
that I have been thinking about it all
pight. Tell me more. dear. You said |
you had no relations.”
“No; I know of none. My father
would not speak of his relations. I
have sometimes thought that they
nun Trailed with him He was once, I
know', in the army with the rank of
paptain, and he had an annuity or al
lowance, but I do not know avlio paid
|t, or anything else at all about him.”
“What a strange story!”
“The annuity Avas not a very large
pne, and I had to give lessons. I was
jgoverness to a lady—oh, not a very
grand person—whose husband was a
clerk In the city. I went there every
jnorning at 9, and came home at 5. She
jwas a good woman and kind to me.
I was more a companion and a nursery
governess than anything else.”
: “Well, dear?”
j “My father died suddenly at the be
ginning of this year. But I was en
gaged by this time, and as I had Tom
j[ w r as happy and full of confidence. I
jwent to live at Harley House, a place
jwhere governesses can live cheaply.”
I “I know the place. Sister, what did
you say about her face? You was quite
Go on, dear; I know Harley
House.”
[ “Then a very curious thing happened.
[Tom’s uncle died and left him all hi»
pioney, and for a week we were rich.
But a solicitor—Tom’s cousin—discov
ered that all the money belonged to
(somebody else. So we were poor again,,
and Tom went out to Egypt.”
! “To Egypt?”
“Yes; he was a war correspondent.’*
“Oh! Katharine—Katharine”—Mls»
Willoughby caught her hand—“teU in*
j —tell me—w T kat w r as his name?”
(To be Continued.)
A meeting or reunion of the gradu
ates of a deaf-mute school was held 1»
a Western city recently.
KILLED WIFE AND SUICIDED.
Crazed Brunswick Merchant Enacts Bloody
Double Tragedy.
Clutching her two-year-old baby in
her arms and fleeing in her night
clothes from her crazed husband, Mrs.
Minnie Rainey was shot down in
front of the grocery store kept by the
couple in Brunswick, Ga., at one
o’clock Sunday morning.
Seizing his wife by the arm, Rai
ney placed the muzzle of his revolver
In her left eye, sending a bullet through
her brain. The woman fell on the
board walk with a shriek.
Standing by his dying wife, Rainey
put the revolver to his left ear and
sent a ball crashing through his brain
In a few Y minutes he was dead. The
baby was unharmed. Rainey was 2£
years of age. He married four years
ago and the couple were devoted tc
each other. Three weeks ago he brokt
off drinking and soon developed signs
of insanity.
THANKS TO AMERICANS
From Filipinos Transmitted by Resolution
Through President Roos*velt.
The first joint resolution of the
Philippine commission and the assem
bly in Manila was passed Saturday af
ternoon. It is addressed to the Amer
ican people through President Roose
velt and conveys the thanks of the
Filipino people for the boon of a na
tional assembly.
JURY ACQUITS PERCY FONVILLE.
Found Not Guilty of Complicity in Em
bezzling Bank Funds.
Percy Fonville of Alabama, charged
with complicity »with Frank Jones in
the embezlement of a large sum of
the Charlottle National bank funds,
was acquitted in the Greensboro, N.
C„ lederal court. The jury was out
only a short time before reaching a
verdict.
R. O. JACKSON,
Attorney-at- Law,
McDonough, ga.
Office over Star Store.
E. M. SHITH,
Attorney at Law,
Me Dongugh, Ga.
Office over Star Store, south side square.
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to. Am premared to negotiate loans
on real estate. Terms easy.
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