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About The Henry County weekly. (McDonough, GA.) 18??-1934 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 29, 1907)
HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY. J. A. FOUCHE, Publisher. R. L. JOHNSON, Editor. Entered at the postofflce at McDon* jugh as Be cor, d class mail matter. Advertising Rates: SI.OO per lnot per month. Reduction on standinj contracts by Special agreement. ! EDITORIALS 1 If prosperity kills the country, aver* the Atlanta Constitution, what a cheer ful funeral it will have! The department of agriculture has discovered the stingless honey bee. Out upon it, exclaims the New York Amer ican. What we are disposed to com plain most about is beeless honey. A Lapeer (Mich.) man in jail at tempted suicide as soon as he heard that his wife” Was doing the cooking for the institution. lie must have re garded his punishment as too great to bear, suggests the Washington Post. In the Tageblatt of Berlin Colonel Gaedke, the German military critic, Bcortches the army of his country for the defects which it showed in the great military manoeuvres directed by the emperor. He declares that the German soldiers are still living in the memory of 1870, having made no ad vance in military affairs since the great Moltke overwhelmed France. “Those 37 years,’’ he says, “seem to have been lost for us, as if we were a sort of sleeping beauty in the en chanted wood and as if all the pro gress of tactics were a mere dream.'* * Sir James Crichlon-Browne has hunted up a new cause for alarm at British degeneracy. In his presiden tial address before a Banitary confer ence at Llandudno he recently severely criticised "the present craze In Eng land for getting thin.” Asceticism in eating he denounced as the most strik ing folly of the hour, and one not only causing widespread physical debility, but leading directly to abuse of alco hol and narcotics, the half-starved votaries of the craze seeking by the use of liquor and drugs to obtain the feeling of well being and glow of health normally produced by a hearty, wholesome diet. The indirect effect of an understand ing, between Russia and Great Bri tain, observes the New York Times, would be to aid substantially in the re lief of India from the burdens she has in the past been obliged to bear. The greater part of the military costs in curred in India from apprehension of Russian aggression have necessarily fallen on the Indian treasury. While the general development of adminis tration in India has been in the direc tion of lower taxation, better govern ment, better transport, greater secur ity from famine and from disorder, the progress has not been as great as it would have been had it not been need ful to maintain the army at a level dictated by the possibility of trouble on the northwestern frontier. Attorney General Bonaparte’s idea that capital punishment should be in flicted on habitual criminals even for non-capital crimes is not original, though he may have entertained it for a long time, as he says. This method of dealing with incorrigible offenders, urges the Philadelphia Rec ord, was advocated most earnestly two or three decades ago by the late Sir James Fitzjames Stephen, a bril liant jurist and writer, who was at torney general for India, and died a judge of the English high court of justice. Though addressing his argu ments to a bench and bar which still remembered a time when hanging was the penalty for petty larceny, and by which the right of appeal in criminal case was not recognized, Sir James made no converts. In this country ar guments of similar trend would be as effective as an attempt to talk down A hurricane. * /"XX * A Ta1e....... t \ By of the... zz YOUNG \ Henry A nglo-Indian \ MISTLEY 5ci0n...... Secret Service \ _ / Merriman. \ •fir / CHAPTER IV. 3 Continued. After a four years’ absence Mrs. Mißtley‘s son was coming back, and the day when lie had left was as fresh in her mind as ever. She could recall the very expression of his face as the train moved away—a handsome, boyish countenance,.with a peculiar rigid pur ity of outline, expressive of too great a degree of refinement for comfort in this world. Lie had left England a merry, reckless !>oy, with no great sense of responsibility in life; and now he was coming back a man, with a name among his contemporaries, with a definite purpose in life. She won dered vaguely whether he would be much changed, whether she would now And him thoughtful and serious. At last there was a bustle In the sta tion, and a troop of porters assailed the platform, arriving in the most aston ishing manner from all sides. Then the great locomotive came clanking in. with a mighty sense of its own import ance and general superiority over the mere local engines around it. A moment later Mrs. Mistley was looking into that face she had sc longed to see. Even amid the confusion and excitement of the greeting, she found time to marvel that there was so little change in it—a little browner, perhaps, with a hard, dry look which spoke of great hardships borne man ftflly, and testified to exceptional pow ers of endurance. “Where is Charlie?” were Winyard’s first words. While his mother was ex plaining that her lounger son would be detained at Greenwich until later in the day, the colonel approached with Mrs. Wright at his side. No form ol introduction was attempted; the old soldier came forward with out stretched hand, and as he took Mrs. Mistley’s fingers within his, he bowed with a peculiar old-fashioned courtesy which conveyed a wondrous amount of admiration ami respect. “Mrs. Mistley!” he said, “I should have known you anywhere. We car ried a photograph of you in our dis patch case for many months. I think Winyard considered it the mosi precious document there.” “And which,” added that respeetfifi youth, gayly, “the colonel left lyinc about one night in the rainy season, (fit consequence being that it all came un gummed, and nothing was left next morning to (he eyes of a bereaved son but two sticky rolls of wrinkled paper, one of which was found adhering tc the person of a native dog. How dc you do—Mrs. Wright?” The young fellow’ became suddenly silent, and turned rather hastily to And the luggage. There were unshed tears in Mrs. Wright's eyes, and perhaps he was not quite sure of himself; at all events, lie was by no means sure of the colonel, who, like many brave men, was afflicted wdth a soft heart. Presently the two small boxes wert found and placed tinder the care of a porter, who shouldered them both at once with much zeal. He saw how thf land lay, and knew that his reward would he greater than his deserts. After having arranged that Mrs. Mistley and her two sons should dine with them in Seymour street that even ing, the Wrights drove away, and mother and son were left alone to gether. CHATTER V. A Bloody Mission. There is in the lamentably uninter- j esting parish of Lewisham a long ' street where the numbers of the houses attain to three figures. Standing at the end of this street, one has before one’s eyes a lesson in perspective. No. 51 is occupied by Mrs. Gredge. n Indy who, like the blind beggar, has seen better days. After the manner of elderly females of a brilliant past, Mrs Gredge lets lodgings, and it is with hei lodger that we have to do. The yellow rays of sunset shone in the sky over the roof line from No. 48 to No. 50, and lighted up the bare par lor of No. 51 Prout street, Lewisham, The hideous wall paper, reptesenting innumerable baskets of impossible flowers hanging from festoons of blue ribbon attached to nothing, was shown up in all its brilliant crudity by the searching light. Small portions of this flowery abomination were hidden by framed prints, of which the poor workman ship and general vulgarity prepared one for the information in the cor ner of each, to the effect that they were specimens of German enterprise At the table in the centre of the room sat a young girl. She did not look more than twenty years of age though at times the expression of hex face was almost that of a woman ol forty. From a low white forehead her dull flaxen hair rose in a soft curve before it yielded to the black ribbon that bound it in a loop low down on her neck. The light rested softly on it, but failed to draw from its smooth bands any gleam of life. She wore it parted at the side and brushed well back. Her delicatelj cut face was pale, and there was a peculiarly drawn look about her lips wnich were very red. Mrs. Gredge knew her lodger by the name of Miss Marie Bakovitch; to many lovers of music in London she was known as the Baroness de Nantille. The whole life of her being seemed to be centered in her eyes. They were intensely blue, with almost me tallic gleam. Before her on the table was a newspaper which she was slowly scannaing, column by column. She followed the line of columns with a pencil; not like one who is reading word for word, but as if she were searching for some particular news, the rest of the printed matter being indifferent to her. Suddenly she laid down her pen cil, and looked toward the window with expectation visible in every fea ture. She had not been mistaken. From below came the sounds of hur ried footsteps on the deserted pave ment, then the creaking of an iron gate. She could hear the dista-nt tinkle of a bell, and a few moments later some one knocked hurriedly at her door. “Come in!” she said, in a quiet voice, and she leaned back in her chair without looking toward the door. A tall, graceful man entered the room. “Marie,” he said, "he has come! He Is in London!” The girl did not move nor look to ward him; her eyes were fixed on the yellow sky over the roof of No. 48. "He has come! he is in London!” she repeated after him, as if to force the news into her own brain. One white hand was lying idly on the table, extended toward the young man. He took a step forward, and raised her fingers to his lips. Then he seemed to remember the shrine in the corner of the room, for he bowed before it, and crossed himself rapidly but with reverence. For some moments he looked at the fair girl in silence; she was slowly pressing the hair back from her temples. Then he suddenly fell on ilia knees at her side, and seized her two hands in his. He forced her passionately to look at him. "Marie! Marie!” he exclaimed in Russian; “for the love of Heaven, give ui up! It is madness! His life will make no difference; you can do no good by the sacrifice of yours. Think of your mother, your sister; think of me! You can not love me, or you would not hold to this mad purpose!” She looked down at his pale, mis erable face with an expression which any but a lover would have read as fatally kind and affectionate. “Yes, Ivan, dear,” she said, In a faint, weary voice, "I love you. But I love my country first. Oh, Ivan! will you never understand what this love of one’s country is? I reproach myself again and again for filling your brave heart so that there is no room in it for patriotism. No, no; a thousand times no! I can not give it up. Think you that I traveled to the south, then home to holy Mos cow again, only to leave it in a few days for this doomed land, to give up my inspired purpose after all? No; it cannot be. Let me think what must be done. I am dazed, like the hunter who suddenly finds himself face to face with his quarry. Where is he?” “He is living with his mother in Bedford Palace, London. Marie, I will warn him if you do not listen to me. It is my duty. I must save you at all risk.” “Ivan,” said the girl, with a pas sionate thrill in her calm voice, “if I thought you would warn him, I should kill you now as you kneed there! God who gave me this work to do, will help me to execute it! Be sides, has he not been warned, more than a 3’ear ago, and he simply ig nores it?” “Then threaten him,” said the young man, rising and walking to ward the window. “Threaten him!” retorted the girl, shrugging her shoulders. “You do not know these Englishmen, Ivan. Threats are to them what oil is to a smoldering cinder —it brings out the fire that no one thought to be there.” For some moments there was si lence in the room. The young man stood with his back toward his com panion. He was exceptionally tall, with a slight droop in the shoulders, which suggested a man of thought more than of action. His slim white hands rested on the centre woodwork of the window, and he was gazing abstractedly at the deserted road, parched and grass-, grown. Gradually there came life into his eyes, the inward light reflect ed from an alleviating thought with in his brain. He turned slowly, and his eyes rested thoughtfully on the young girl’s bent head for some moments. "Marie,” said he at length, ‘if 1 swear to kill him, will you marry me to-morrow? Let me call you wife for one day, and I will be willing to take the risk of getting away whea —when it is done. We can go to America; my art will keep us com fortably there. See, I have only been in England a few days, and I have already sold many sketches. It is a strange wry to win a wife, by assas sinating a man whom I cannot but admire.” “Admire!” echoed the girl. “The man—the individual does not come into my i.ioughts at all. It is the work he has done and will carry on unless he is stopped; the harm he has done to our country. What care I if he be a scoundrel or a patriot, young or old, beloved or alone in the world? It is the same to me Ivan, it is the pow’er within him I aim at, uot the man himself. You cannot realize what harm this 'man can yet do. You are half a Nihilist, and •hink that our country’s ruin will be brought on by a succession of em perors; they at least are patriots. no, no; if you men would only com oine, the whole world could do no harm to us. It is the inw r ard rot tenness of the people’s patriotism that drags down Holy Russia!’’ “Wil you let me do it?” “No, Ivan, I cannot. God gave me the work to do, and I must not skirk It. If He intends me to escape when it is done, He will help me; if not, I will take—what comes.” Her blue eyes flashed w’ith the fire of religious fervor, but she leaned across the table and laid her hand on his, as if to soften the cruelty of her own decision. The girl looked very frail and nervous as she sat in the fading light. There was, however, a strange, set look about her mouth; her level, red lips were pressed together with a firmness betokening a marvelous de termination for a girl of her phy sique. The young man rose from his seat and walked to the window, pressing the soft, straight hair back from his forehead. “If you forget your own mother,” he threw’ back sharply over his shoulder, “you cannot overlook his. What has she done that you should punish her? She is no doubt proud of her son, w’ho, after all, has done nothing but his duty, though God knows be has done that well.” “I think of nothing, Ivan —I think of no one. All must be sacrified to the good of the country! Am I not wliiing and ready to risk my own life—” “And throw aside my love,” inter rupted the young man. “For the holy cause? Can you not give up something, Ivan? Though I married you, I could not make you happy. It is not in me to be content with the trivial occupations of a wife and—a mother. I cannot rest now; [ often think, Ivan, that there will be no rest for me on earth.” She spoke in a cold, weary voice/ as though the words were forced, from her by some superior will, not j emanating from her own being at all. Then he came towards her with both hands outstretched. “Only marry me, Marie,” he urged, in a voice hoarse w’ith sup pressed passion. “Marry me, and all will come right. Rest will come, and peace—ah! and love, Marie; for you do not love me now. I can see it in j’our eyes. W r e will go away and find a new home in a new land. There we can watch things from afar, for we can do no good; the sacrifice of our happiness in the cause can do nothing. It is not thus that th£ fate of an empire is ruled. It is In higher hands than ours; or, as some say, it w’ill work itself out despite emperors and statesmen, despite lives thrown away and homes made desolate. If there were work to do, I should be among the first, you know that, Ma rie. It is weary work to pasa one’s life in idly waiting for a crisis that never comes, but it is written, and we cannot but obey. When the time comes, there will be no call for states men and politicianr; the people will do the work, the people will find the leaders. Ah, Marie! if you w’ould only listen when I tell you that this is not work for women, these are no | thoughts for a woman’s mind! ; Everything in the past points to It, everything in the present confirms that God will not have such work done by a woman's hand. He will never bless such an undertaking.” Mental resistance in woman is usually totally without respect to physical force. The man migh£ have argued and persuaded till dawn, but It would have been of no avail. The frail girl as intent on her pur pose as the most determined man, and with the additional incentive of a woman’s unreasoning belief in her own convictions, which will not lis ten to the .most direct and convinc ing argument, while it laughs at milder measures. The man knew this, and yet, with the stubborn calmness of his north ern blood, he still sought to appeal to her reason. At the same time, he attempted to arouse in her some faint reflex of the passion within his own heart. He took her two hands again, he drew her towards him, and, stoop ing till the soft, wavy curls about her temples touched his lips, he spoke fervently and with flashing eyes that vainly sought hers. But she, forgetting that her two hands were prisoners, that his arnt was around her, and that his hunger ing lips were close to her own, still clung to her argument merely as an argument, and not with the feeble re sistance of one who has the faintest ; <iea of yielding. (To tje continued.) METHODISTS GROWING SOME. Flattering Report Made at the North Geor gia Annual Conference. According to reports made to Rev. J. G. Logan, statistical secretary, there were twelve thousand one hundred and thirty-four members added to the churches of the North Georgia con ference this year. This is an increase of 500 over report of last year. The grand total of money collected in the conference is in round num bers three-quarters of a million dol lars, $733,152,000, being the exact fig ures. One thousand one hundred and thir ty-four infants were baptized. There are 802 houses of worship valued at more than two million dollars. The total membership of the churches in the conference is one hundred ana four thousand one hundred and thirty seven. The net increase was 4,482. There are 206 parsonages, whose value is nearly four hundred thousand dol lars. The report shows that the con ference has 276 local preachers. GOT PLENTY OF CHANGE. Chicago Man Refused Certificates and was Given 974 Silver Do lars. Troubles of wealth weighed heavily on the hands of Peter Calahan, a cit izen of Chicago, because be aiu nnt want Milwaukee bank certificates. Mv_ Calahan went to one of the Milwau kee banking institutions wheie his personal note for $25 was due ft Take the change out of that? ’ com manded Mr. Calahan, handing out a. SI,OOO bill. He flatly refused scrip. Finally, he visited an attorney, who effected an agreement, whereby he was paid in cash. The cash was counted out. It consisted of 974 silver dollars and some small change, weighing 60 .pounds. BANKER GIVEN FIVE YEARS. 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