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About The Henry County weekly. (McDonough, GA.) 18??-1934 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 22, 1907)
henry county weekly. J. A. FOUCHE, Publisher. R. L. JOHNSON, Editor. Entered at the postofflce at McDon jugh as Becond class mall matter. Advertising Rates; SI.OO per inol per month. Reduction on standini ••ntracts by special agreement. Perhaps there wouldn’t be so much unwritten law, suggests the New York American, if there were not so much unenforced law. > “I would throw away a biscuit any time for a kiss,” said an Illinois preacher at a camp meeting. Accord ing to Mrs. Trollope, says the New York Mail, that is very good camp meeting doctrine. The awful prophecy is made that Chicago in the future will be a city of women, as the strenuous life is killing off the men. This fact, surmises the Baltimore American, may somewhat dampen the ardor of the young men of the east to follow the historic advice of going west. Declares the Minneapolis Tribune: “The country has gone a killing pace these last ten years, and it is not the railroads alone, as Mr. Hill says, but all the people and all the industries, small as well as great, that need a taste of the ‘rest cure.’ A little pati ence, a little reasonableness and a lot of good sense is the present necessity, while everybody nails down the rights secured and the rights he has left.” The proposition, urged at Portland by the state factory inspector before a meeting of the school superintend ents in Maine, that the age limit for child labor, should be reduced from 15 years to 14, was promptly rejected, as ft should be. The plea in favor was that many poor families need the aid of their children. This is not enough, urges the Boston Post. The commun ity needs good citizens, and in the making of good citizens the first step Is the education and healthful bring ing up of the children. It grows clearer every day that east and west are never to fuse, avers the London Spectator; that the far east Is not to become Occidentalized; that Japan or China, or Japan and China together, will sooner or later make the China seas no place for the colon izing or pioneering European. There will be great powers there as well as In Europe and America. It is our in terest to keep a watchful eye on this transformation, and, forgetting old the ories and prejudices, to shape our pol icy to meet a new and unexampled situation. In the interests of the development of the automobile, if for no other reason, it is important that the speed mania be rigorously punished. Not only do the overspeeders make life unsafe on suburban and country roads, but they spoil the pleasure of motor ists content to use their machines legitimately, and they will soon build up a prejudice against the automobile that will do much toward checking its proper development, observes the New York American. The law does not tolerate racing of locomotives or of steamboats, and it should deal prompt ly with those who employ one of the very first inventions of the present time merely to glut their own thirst for speed. The decline in the price of British consols, and the high rates paid by New York City for money, are two among many symptoms of the demand for new capital. One of the best eviden ces of its magnitude, opines the New York Post, is afforded by the statistics, just made public by the British board of trade, of the organization of stock companies in Great Britain during the past 20 years. It appears that the number of “going” companies, after throwing out those which have disap peared as the result of incompetent or dishonest management, increased from 10,494 in 1887 to 23,728 in 1897 and 43,038 in 1907. The increase it numbers, however, fs less significant than the increase in amount of paid up capital. This stood at £591,508, 692 in 1887, £1,285,042,021 in 1897, and E 2.061,010,586 in 1907, •\ / PN. •*. /_ .ill. A A Tale / ; \ By of the ... ~ YOUNG \ Henry Anglo-Indian 1 J Seton Secret Service \ J Merriman. \ *lll* / CHAPTER 11. 2 Continued. lie, however, did not appear to no tice her glance; he was looking at his program. “Yes,” he said, presently, “I have had two with the Baroness; 1 should not be surprised if she dances beautifully. There Is something about the way she holds herseif which leads one to think so.” “I suppose she is very lovely,’ said Lena, smoothing her gloves. “Yes, she is a beautiful woman,” re plied her mother, indifferently. “Who Is she?” asked Mistley, quietly. It was an innocent little question, in nocently asked, but it received no re ply. Mrs. Wright shrugged her shoul ders and sipped her coffee. Lauranee Lowe slowly raised his head, and his solemn blue eyes rested inquiringly upon the young sailor’s face. Lena continued to smooth her gloves. The question obviously possessed no inter est for any of them, except Mistley, and his was only the passing thought of a young man upon the possible his tory of a beautiful woman. rt V v. CHAPTER 111. ' * 1 1 ' Comrades. “By George, Mistley, this is splendid! Listen to this from the Cologne paper; “ ‘We learn from our London corre spondent that Jhe Mayor of Dover, in his robes of office, awaited, yesterday, tlie» arrival of the Calais boat, despite the heavy rain to which he was fully exposed on the pier, for the purpose of an address to Colonel Wright and his able coadjutor, Mr. Wiuyard Mistley, fo deliver ’ The translation here is somewhat literal. ‘On the arrival of the boat it was, however, discovered that Colonel Wright and Mr. Mistley were not on board. They parted from the Indian passengers at Brindisi, and no one appears to have learned by what route they purposed returning to England. It will be remembered that these gentlemen have been engaged upon an arduous diplomatic service on the Indian frontier, and their daring firmness and resolute defense of the acknowledged rights of the country in the midst of treacherous friends and upsciupulQus foes,’ etc.” The speaker, or reader, was a tall, gray-haired man of military aspect. His mustache was almost white, and cut rather close to his lips. His fea tures showed signs of having once been fine, but wrinkles and hardships had changed all that. His nose was long and aquiline, a true military feature, but It was peculiarly thin; and the skin, though brown, was transparent and entirely free from that suggestive ruddiness which is somewhat fre quently found upon the features of elderly military men. He laid aside the German newspaper, and looked at his companion with a twinkle of amusement in his grey eyes. “No, no,” said the younger man, gay ly. “Go on—let us have it all—l like It;” and he returned gravely to the dis cussion of a piece of chocolate. “ ‘And unscrupulous foes,’ continued Colonel Wright, reading from the paper as it lay, ‘unscrupulous foes’—oh, yes; here it is—‘undoubtedly saved the In dian Empire endless trouble and strife upon the frontier, while a graver mis hap has perhaps been averted, and the peace of Europe preserved by the prompt and consistent action of these two soldier-statesmen.’ ” Winyard Mistley wagged his head very sapiently, and, addressing him self to the piece of chocolate in his hand, he observed: “Oh, yes! Rather disappointing for the Mayor of Dover, eh, colonel?” “Rather,” replied the old soldier, folding the newspaper. "You will be pleased to remember this brilliant idea of dodging the Mayor of Dover and the rest of his kind emanated from my fertile brain.” This remark called for no reply, and for some time the two men were silent, They were seated opposite to each other in a first-class railway carriage, an airy, broad compartment lined with brown linen. A fine dust floated in the air and lay on every available space, for the train was rushing over the bare plains of the Netherlands. Winyard Mistley was an eminently practical young man. He was an adept at mending his own clothes, cooking his own dinner, and grooming his own horse. Practical people, how-r ever, are not necessarily devoid of sen timent. They hide it—that is ail. What dreaming they may indulge in is done in private. His was a striking face, whether in animation or repose, with dark gray eyes of singular penetration; eyes that seldom despite the readiness of the lips, which smiled perhaps too easily. A great charm about him was hisjjeculiar unaffectedness. Whatever he did or said was to all appearance perfectly spontaneous and without after-thought. Never at a loss in the most trying emergency, no one ever saw a look of embarrassment or self consciousness on AVinyard Mistley’s face. He was simply without vanity, and therefore was fortunate enough to be unafflicted by jealousy. Colonel Wright was a diplomatist in one great and important matter, u m nothing else. He could, with unfailing discrimination, gather round him the men he required. At a glance he recog nized tbw fighting man, a mere thought less creature of courage, whose ambi tion lay iu the two letters “V. C.;” whose soft heart was the most vulner able portion of bis anatomy, his head being the least so when hard knocks tvere flying. The thinker, also, could the colonel select from the crowded ranks of human Avorkers. He had no need for, and took but small interest In, the slow and deliberate thinker of such material asproduces essay Avriters and specialists; but he knew full well the value of a brilliant and rapid man whose thoughts are almost instinctive —one who, as a plot unfolds itself be fore him, can at once and with light touch lay his finger upon the motive and say, “This is what he is leading up to,” “That is what he will do next;” and who, like a skillful chess player, can execute a counter move of appar ently trifling importance, which, when the crisis comes, carries everything before it. Of this latter type was Winyard Mistley, and the colonel was fully aware that the best step he ever took in his life was to persuade that young officer, when fretting under the com mand of a man somewhat Lis inferior in many Avays, to leave the army and join him, since he eoulcl not retain his commission and accept the offer. Two years of constant intercourse, of days spent in the performance of a common task and nights passed together in Aarious degrees of discomfort often amounting to danger, will do much to obliterate the barrier that im-ariably stands between men belonging to a dif ferent generation. It bad been so with Colonel Wright and AVinyard Mistley. Two small black boxes, lost in a chaos of huge trunks somewhere in the van, Avere all they could claim, and l there was something characteristic | even in these small receptacles. Iden- I tical in form, size and eclor, they ap- I peared to cling, as if from lonj; habi j tude, to each other. The same labels | and enticing hotel placards were to be: found on both; and in particular there Avas around each a slight indented mark as if from chafe or friction, such as one sees round a riverside post This betrayed the hardships they had passed through, one on each side of a Aveary packhorse, balancing and sup ing each other, lashed together, though separated by the body of their bearer Many of us, methinks, go through our travels like these roadAA’orn trunks, Avitk a mark of friction upon us, shoAV ing that we have come through. A grocer, for instance, though he be clad in purple and fine linen, seems to me to have a slight indentation around the centre of his person, where the apron string Avas wont to press. It is his mark, his trade-mark, as it were, Avorn and chafed into his soul as into his body. AVinyard Mistley lay back in his cor ner, serenely unconscious of his sen ior's steady gaze. Colonel AA r right was absently looking at him, merely be cause, perhaps, that clear-cut, intelli gent face was the most interesting ob ject in sight. At length he spoke with' the determined air of one Avho has Aveighed his Avords carefully, having something rather difficult to say. “In twenty-four hours,” he said in a speculative toue, “our official relation ship ceases.” “Alas!” observed Mistley, with ready cheerfulness. “I do not wish you, Mistley,” con tinued the colonel, gravely, “to go nAA-.ay without knowing how fully I ap preciate and have appreciated all your unfailing patience, your skill, and your happy power of ever being cheerful and good humored under the most try ing circumstances. As for my oavh personal feelings in the matter, I have never ceased to congratulate myself upon my action two years ago in ask ing you to join me, and I only hope that you will never h«A*e cause to re gret It.” “For me,” replied Mistley, looking out of the window, and purposely avoiding the colonel's face, “these two years hare simply been a holiday. That soldiering in India Ara« not the work for me at all—there is too much unavoidable routine —too little to do, and too much time to do it in. Be sides, there is always the feeling that the first fool who comes along with his head full of theory could do the work as well, if not better, than one’s self. There is absolutely no Individuality in tlie army. AA’e are like so many brass buttons on a tunic; if two come off they can be put back in reversed orde?, or two neAv ones can be sewed on, and no one is the wiser—the tunic is neither better nor worse. Thanks to you, lam no longer a button. Thanks to you. I have got my foot on the ladder which to me has been the only one worth climbing since I was old enough to knoAv that my life was my own. The gratitude should be on my side, 1 think, colonel.” This was unsatisfactory, and in no manner helped Colonel AA’right in his little speech. So the old gentleman went straight to the point at once, and somewhat surprised his Junior by th« unexpected powers of observation which his remarks portrayed. “I think,” he said, “that it is of no use mincing matters between us, Mist ley. AA'e know each other too well for that. You have got beyond the lower rungs of the ladder, for you are half way up it already; and in climbing yon have found time to give a helping push to an old slow-eoacli above you, Avho bid fair to stick Avhere he was. I am not blind, nor am I ashamed to ac knoAvledge that you are a sharper fel low than I. You are my superior in the work we have had to do together, and there is no reason why it should he concealed. The difference lies in the fact that you were born to it, and I had it forced upon me by circum stances. Everything in you points to wliat Providence designed you for; with me rests only the honor of finding out the intention of Providence. Your gift of languages points to it, your restless love of travel, your very face even. AVliy, look at me—l say some thing very diplomatic, and the best I can do in the way of disguising my feelings is to look blank and vacant; whereas you can think on thing and make your face express the very oppo site!” Mistley was intensely relieved at this moment to catch sight of the distant spires of Flushing, which enabled him to change the subject. Like many of his countrymen, he could not bear be ing tlfanked. . - *. V ‘ ’ 7 » PAT 4 DTpp TY* f 1 AjllTlL JLLU XV. » V The Fa\*orite Son. A T ictoria Station is not a faA’orite re sort of the fashionable world between tlie hours cf seven and eight in the morning. In fact, that sweetest, fresh est, most entrancing hour is rather apt, }n London, to be dull and somewhat dismal; therefore best spent in bed. The early porters were busy SAveeping up Avith long brushes the dust shaken from the feet of many a weary trav eler, and sprinkling Avater in strange Circular patterns upon the pavement of the station, when the first hansom cab of the day made its appearance with much clatter of hoofs. From it there alighted a brisk little lady who instantly glanced up at the clock. Her movements Avere very quick without being in the least fussy. Many a man in passing that girlish form in the street had turned his head, to be iftet by a pair of calm gray eyes, with » shock of surprise that the pretty, energetic face was surmounted by a mass of silvery liair. Mrs. Mist ley’s Avlilte hair was an inherited pe culiarity. Long, thick and silky, it was gray at the temples when she married Major Mistley. It did not change much for two years after that; but at the end of the third year, when she returned from India, a widow of twenty-two, it was white. She wore it piled up high upon her graceful head, after a fashion which vaguely suggested Madame de Lambelle, or some other gracious lady of the old French court. Mrs. Mistley walked as far as the platform, and finding no one there, re turned to the entrance of the station. Presently a small victoria arrived, and from it Mrs. AA’right alighted. The two ladies kissed each other warmly, and both remembered later that that form of salutation bad not passed between them since the caressingly affectionate days of their girlhood. Mrs. AA’right was somewhat pale, but she returned her friend’s smile bravely, and they turned toward the platform indicated by the portgr. Presently they sat down upon a high ly polished seat, and. bidden in the folds of their dresses, their hands met and clasped each other. "Do you remember,’’ said Mrs. Mist ley, with a pathetic little smile, “all the nonsense we talked in the old Melun days? How Ave were never go ing to cease corresponding; how, if we married, we were ta be constant com panions; how our children were to grow up together as brothers and sis ters; how—our husbands were to be friends?” “I am afraid,” replied Mrs. AA’right, “that we were very foolish and ro mantic in those days!” The brisk little lady stopped short She was at a loss for something to say —a very rare occurrence. Mrs. Mistley had touched upon a page of her life which, was close to her friend. Those thre» /e%rs qf married life were as 9 sacred memory, and Mrs. AA’right thought that the pages were better left unread. “AA’ho would bare thought,” said Mrs. Mistley, presently, “that we should have one day to be waiting here for your husband and my son—waiting together for them to arrive together? It almost seems as if Providence had heard our girlish vows; for we have come together again after afl these years, and our children will be friends.” “Yes,” said Mrs. AA’rigbt, absently. “Yes, our children will be friends.” Then they relapsed into silence. It was only natural that Mrs. Mistley should be thinking of her sou at that moment, and the thoughts were appar ently pleasant, for occasionally she smiled with a passing gleam of pride in her eyes. Her tAVo sons appeared to her maternal vision such as any mother might reasonably be proud of. (To be continued.) Twelre Million CantUe Power. A searchlight, invented by E. Cue nod, is now being tested by the chief officers of the French and German arm ies The experiments In conjunction with a twenty-four horse power motoa are said to have provided a I’ght of 100,000 cand’.e power, rendering ob jects six and a half miles dtstint dis tinctly visible. It is anticipated that the new trials, for which a forty' horse power motor will be used, will gtvi ft 12,000,000 c»rdle power light. UNCLE SAM IS BLUFFING According to Absurd Rumors Staited in Paris Regarding Gold Loan. A Paris special says: Distorted ru mors concerning the character of the negotiations conducted by J. Pierpont Morgan & Co. with the bank of France, with the view to obtain between ?20,- 000,000 and $40,000,000 in gold for direct shipment to New York, which,, after having been in progress since last week, were definitely broken off Friday, have leaked out and the news papers are printing the most ridiculous reports on the subject. One of the news agencies tries ta make it appear that the United States government was seeking gold for the purpose of filling its war chest in an ticipation of hostilities with Japan. This agency announced that a United States government short term loan was imminent and that Japan had pro vided against its admission to the Paris bourse, believing “that the al leged dearth of gold in the United States is a bluff and that the crisis was deliberately premeditated in order to permit America to build up its war treasury.” COUNTRY CONGRATULATES TEDDY" For Wise Action Taken to Bring an End to the Money Famine. President RooseA'elt has been com mended and congratulated on the wis dom and success of the financial re lief measures launched Sunday by the administration. Many telegrams from all parts of the country, including New York, Chicago and other large cities, poured Into the white house all day Monday, and, after being read by tho president, were referred to the secre tary of the treasury, Mr. Cortelyou. The numerous callers at the white house each added an on the optimistic side of the situation. 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