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About The Henry County weekly. (McDonough, GA.) 18??-1934 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 3, 1908)
HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY. J. A. FOUCHE, Publisher. ) ’ R. L. JOHNSON, Editor. Entered at the poßtofflce at McDon jug'.\ as second class mail matter. Advertising Rates: SI.OO per lncj |tr month. Reduction on standlni contracts by special agreement. More than 200,000,000 corsets are turned out every year In this coun try.—Cleveland Leader. Yes, but they’re all taken in again, retorts the Pittsburg Press. The Hon. George L. Lilley, represen tative at large from Connecticut, makes this Draconian avowal: “If I had the supreme law making power in this country the only crime punishable with death would be that of grafting.’' The Chicago Tribune says: The “hinterland’’ —by which flattering title New York papers designate that por tion of Uncle Sam’s domain not In cluded in Manhattan Island —does not lose a wink of sleep nowadays over a Wall Street panic. While it is obvious that more peo ple have automobiles than can ex plain to the satisfaction of their neighbors how they manage to do It, still, even in their cases, it is probably only the substitution of one extrava gance for another, so they would not nceessarily be the better off if there were no motor cars in existence. Fifty percent more men are em * ployed by our railroads than were employed in 1901. That ought to mean greater safety, if not swifter and bet ter trains, declares the Brooklyn Ea gle. But accidents keep right on hap pening, just the same. The fault is not so much with the men, however, as it is with the system, and the lack of it. A Virginia kite soars 23,000 feet and a British war balloon cavorts about the great dome of St. Paul’s to the amazement of London. It is impos sible to hold that these are things between heaven and earth undreamed of in our philosophy. But each of them is "something in the air’’ carry ing its own hint of coming revolu tions. The Teal problem of the automobile is not its cost, but the regulation of its use. There are too many accidents, particularly to people on foot or in other vehicles, and the criminally reck less automobilist brings altogether too much reproach and Indignation up on his innocent and inoffensive broth ers, who, during no harm, are never heard of and are forgotten by those who deliver passionate orations on “speed madness.” The prophetic and lively imagina tion of the late Jules Verne recorded one of its most daring flights, when he wrote tlyit entertaining work, “Around the World in Eighty Days,” and it is probable that none of us who read its chapters supposed that he would live to see the day when the Frenchman’s estimate of eighty days would be cut in half by an enterpris ing officer of the British army, who set out to test the speed of modern around-the-earth travel for himself. In a recent letter to the London Times Lieut.-Col. Burnley Campell wrote that he landed at Dover on the 13th of June at the completion of a trip around the world which occupied 40 days and 19 1-2 hours. He left Liverpool on May 3 at 7.20 p. m., reached Quebec at 3 p. m. May 10, and Ml was at Vancouver on the Pacific coast at 5 a. m. on May 10. Leaving there about noon of the same day, he leached Yokohama on May 20, Tsur uga on May 28, and leaving there by steamer at 6 p. m.. he reached Vladi ostock May 30. Here, after a w.it f about four hours, he took a Trans . iberian train, reaching Harbin u May 31, Irkutsk on June 4, Moscow on June 10, and Berlin on June 12. On the following day he was at Ostend, which he reached at 7.30 a. m., and at p. m. of the same day he landed .n England at Dover. Throughout th.* whole trip Lieut.-Col. Campbell was lemarkably fortunate in making cc, nections; otherwise his time would have been several days longer. •• x i \ •• / dll. \ A Tale / \ By of the... 3 YOUNG \ Henry Anglo-Indian 1 $& f? ST I S e t° n Secret Service V J Merriman. \ ‘III* / CHAPTER XI. 7 Continued. At last Lena consented, on condi tion that it should not be mentioned until afterward that she had made Mabel Sandford’s acquaintance; and with this Winyard was forced to be content. While they were still talking o/er this matter, the colonel arrived with a very heavy basket of fish, and a separate tale to tell of each individ ual captive of his rod. It was nearly o’clock before they were mounted and on the road to Pandoe; and as they rode along, the colonel continued to regale the two young people with his experi ences during the morning. The Sandfords were simple people of a North country tpye, now alas! growing rare. Already “Old San ford,” as he was universally called, was beginning to find that his daugh ter had imported all sorts of new fangled ideas from her South coun try boarding school, that the old house was too simple for her enlight ened tastes, and that even his own little personal habits jarred upon her sensitive nerves. When the Broomhaugh party en tered the roomy, old-fashioned hall, which was used as a sitting-room at Sandoe, they found Old Sanford stamping his feet after a long ride. ‘‘Ah, Win, my boy,” he exclaimed. “We’ve got you back to the Ncrth country again.” Then followed the introductions, and the old gentleman shook hands heartily with Lena and her father, for he had no faith in those new fangled bows with which strangers honor one another nowadays when they are supposed to be strangers no longer.” ‘‘Glad to meet you, sir,” he said to the colonel, in his quick, abrupt man ner, with an expressive jerk of the head, which seemed to say: “I may be an old country bumpkin,’ but 1 know all about you.” Then he proposed an adjournment to the summer house, where they would no doubt find Mabel. “Read ing novels, I expect,” he added, with a glance toward Winyard. Mabel Sanford was indeed there, and, moreover, she laid aside a yel low-backed book as she rose to meet them. Winyard she greeted with an effusion which he, at least, thought rather overdone. She was dressed too well for the occasion, and her black hair was arranged somewhat more elaborately than was necessary. Neveri.ieless, she was decidedly pret ty, with large dark eyes of the type usually called “fine,” and a graceful figure full of litae strength. Leaving the two old gentlemen to amuse each other, Winyard began the question of theatricals at once. “Charlie is stage manager,” he said, “but he asked me to get things on as far as possible before he came, because we have no time to waste— he goes to the Mediterranean next j month, and I may be called away at any time.” “It is a shame,” exclaimed Mabel Sandford, with an exaggerrated pout of her full red lips, “the way in which we poor females are deserted by every one! I have not seen Charlie for months; and as for you, Win, 1 am surprised to see you now!” “I expect,” replied Winyard, with rather a short laugh, “that you will be heartily tired of us Doth before these theatricals come. You have read through the piece, of course.” “Oh, yes,” replied Miss Sandford. She had just picked a little spray of ! monthly roses, and was fixing it in her dress, glancing occasionally at Mistley as she did so. “Well, we want you to undertake the longest part!” “The heroine?” “No, the young widow; there is a great deal to learn, mind,” replied Winyard, innocently, carefully avoid ing Lena's eyes, and meeting Mabel's with infinite audacity. “If you think I can do it, I am quite willing.” “Oh—l am certain of it. Misc Wright will play the heroine, Char lie the hero, and I the villain. Wal ter says he will act the old man’s part, does he not?” “Yes. By the bye, he is some where in the garden. I will go and call him.” Mabel Sandford v'as a little disap pointed, but she ha 1 too much spirit to show it; and W ard’s great in terest Tn her part, displayed in the subsequent rehearsals, at length con- I vinced her that though she was not the heroine of the piece, her part was by no means unimportant. Her brother, who presently ap peared, was a simple, good-natured fellow two years younger than her self. He openly confessed to being a “mortal fright” about appearing on the stage, but expressed an humble readiness to do his best. Winyard Mistley was not in the habit of {Blowing the grass to grow beneath his ffeet. Without appearing to have or even desire his own way, and by means of gentle suggestions, he arranged all the preliminaries, and even fixed the day for the first rehearsal before leaving Sandoe that evening. Heavy clouds had been stealing up over the hills for some hours, and as the gate swung to behind the colonel’s horse, large sullen drops began to fall into the austy roaa. The coloned led the way down the green lane, keeping up a steady trot despitS the roughness of the path. At last the rain began in earnest, and he pulled up to suggest that Lena should put on her jacket she had strapped to her saddle. “You two light-weights can soon catc.i me up, he said, riding off. Lena stopped in the middle of the lane, and proceeded to endeavor, un aided, to loosen the straps around her jacket; but her gloves were wet, and the slippery leather refused to submit. Then Mistley forced his hoyse into the ditch and so reached her side. “I have no gloves on,” he said, quietly, as he leaned over and took possession of the straps. “Thank you,” said she, looking rather anxiously after her retreating parent. In a moment Winyard had un buckled the straps and shaken out the short jacket. Then he took her bridle in his disengaged hand, and so left her free. But fortune was against her; the collar of the jacket got turned in, and Mistley had to take both reins in one hand while he leaned back and assisted her. When he had done this, and Lena had hecured the last button, she held out her hand for the reins; but he retained them for a moment longer. “Am I forgiven?” he asked. “For what?” Lena looked rather markedly at the sky, as if in gentle protest against being detained in the rain. “For having my own way.” “Oh, I do not mind acting the part,” she replied, wdth a short laugh. It. is in little incidents—in the trivialities of every-day life —that a man shows his knowledge of human nature. Winyard now suddenly abandoned the subjest, and drew aside to let Lena pass. CHAPTER XII. Brothers and Rivals. The following evening Charles Mistley arrived. This evening, un important though it may appear, had been awaited with some dread by Mrs. Wright; indeed, perhaps Mrs. Mistley herself may have had some misgivings on the matter, though she betrayed no signs of such. Mrs. Wright shrewdly suspected that the intruder, Ambition, was in possession of Winyard Mistley’s heart; but woman-like, she promptly thought it possible that the sad dog, Love, might be prowling around in search of his own rights; and her in stinct told her that the plan of as sault most to be feared was the Adonis-like attack, sudden and dar ing. During the last two years Lena's mother had thought a good deal upon the subject of young men in general and Charles Mistley' in particular. The more she saw of that grave young sailor, the stronger grew her liking for him. She soon learned that his gravity by no means denoted a dullness of intelleot, and discov ered each day some new proof of his thoughtfulness for others and for getfulness of self —qualities which find greater favor w’ith elderly than young ladles. Gradually she dropped into the habit of encouraging the friendship which had sprung up be tween him and Lena, reflecting that if it grew into something stronger than friendship, Charles Mistley was worthy of any woman’s love. There was, however, tha* grim fact of his being a sailor, which was forever forcing itself upon her notice, and would not be permanently quelled by the reflection that there are many appointments on sttore within reach - •** 1 1 T " of saiiors who, like Charles Mistley, have a moderate income and a cer tain influence at headquarters. The you..ger brother, Winyard, had never entered into Mrs. Wright's thoughts in the matter, and lo! here he was, barely a fortnight at home, complicating things most terribly by calmly establishing a friendship re markably like that which had caused so much uneasiness already. What ever the result might be, this shrewd little woman of the world knew that no good would come of it; she held the opinion that the influence of a young woman over a young man can be of no earthly use to him. Alto gether, Mrs. Wright had no desire to witness the experiment between her daughter and either of the Mistleys. It is a dangerous experiment and a desperately unprofltably one, oh, youthful inquirer—an experiment best left aione, as the writer of these poor lines can testify, having burned his fingers over it! In the meantime, Winyard and Lena seemed to be cheerfully pro gressing down that flowery path which is so lovely at first sight, so disappointing on nearer inspection, and so exceedingly thorny as one penetrates into its depths. They drove in+o Walso together to meet Charlie, and all three arrived in the highest good humor with themselves and everyone else, as the first dinner-bell pealed through the house. Despite her cheerfulness, however, Lena was a little thoughtful at inter vals that evening, and during the mystic arrangement of her hair she was so absorbed that she not only forgot to hum a ditty to herself, but displayed a most unusual awkward ness in the insertion of sundry pins, more or less calculated to keep her head in order, and consequently the entire erection presented even more than was customary, an appearance of approaching collapse. A second attempt, however, was eminently satisfactory, and she tripped downstairs, a demure and fairy form, long before the second bell rang. With maidenly dignity she entered the drawing room, cool and serene, as if there were no such thing as dressing in fifteen minutes; but it was only to find Winyard standing at an open window', cooler and more serene, as if there were no such thing as reducing fifteen to ten. He did not speak, but held back the soft curtain for her to pass out into the garden. “Not on the grass,” he said, with paternal anxiety, as he followed her; ‘your shoes are too thin!” And she obediently walked on the gravel. “Will you be so kind as to wear that dress in the third act?” asked Winyard, presently. “Why?” “Because —Oh, because it is the most difficult scene, and I .hink I could do it better if you wore that particular dress. Do you under stand?” . “Hardly,” replied Lena, truthfully. She was trying hard to find out wheth er he was serious or not. “But still, if there is stimulation in it to do great things, I suppose I must wear It; but I do not think it will be quite appropriate to the scene.” “Why not?” “Well, tha" is just the most pa thetic part of the whole play, which is in itself by no means cheerful; and white with a yellow sash is not ex actly pathetic!” “Tell me,” said Winyard, with ex aggerated gravity, “why white w'ith a yellow sash is not pathetic.” “I do not know,” she replied with a laugh; "but that is my view of the :ase.” “But ,do you not think that a strong contrast is always effective? I aave never yet understood why peo ile on the stage should persist in Iressing in somber garb on account af the sorrow that is coming, and of which they are supposed to know io 'ng. The most touching thing I ! aver saw on the stage was at the j Somedie Francaise years ago, when I | was at school at Fontainebleau. It i nade such an impression on me that 1 ( nave never forgotten it. The hero ne was in a ball dress, and the hero n ordinary evening clothes, with a lecoration in his buttonhole. It sounds prosaic, but it was w'onder 'ully effective. The saddest things hat have happened on earth have oeen in the gayest towns, within the rery sound of music and laughter. "Then you think I ought to be gay intil the last moment?” “I think co, certainly. It is a principle which one can safely go upon, until the end of the chapter, ind never regret it. Talleyrand priginated that idea, I believe. I am juite certain that half of our trou bles are only worthy to be met with la”ghter.” “Do you speak from experience?” isked Lena, thinkirg of her father’s description of Winyard Mistley's dauntless spirits. “No, because I have had little or nothing to experiment upon, having always been a lucky individual; but [ cannot help admiring people who pan laugh when they did not feel like it.” “What a prosaic way of putting it!” __ “What a prosaic way of putting “Perhaps so —but you know what I mean, nevertheless. Now, if jou were to wear that dress, I am sure it would prove most effective. There is something about a white dress a soft, simple sort of dress like yours w ith a yellow sash, w'hich alwajs makes me feel most sentimental; and I am certain that such a result could not fail to be edifying to every on looker. If you were to add some flowers it woud be still better say jasmine. We will try the effect to night.” And he stopped to gather a few sweet-smelling sprays, which some how took so long to arrange satis factorily that the bell had to be rung again for their specif benefit before they obeyed it. “We will consult the stage mana ger about it,” said Mistley, as they turned toward the house. “No,” she said, quickly. “Please do not do that!” (To be continued.) A Hujpe Cannon Ball. The biggest cannon ball ever made weighed 2000 pounds and was manu factured at the Krupp Works, Essen, for the Government of the Czar. The gun from which this projectile was fired is also the largest in the world, ami is placed in the fortifications at Cronstadt. This gun has a range of twelve miles, and it has been estimated that each shot costs SISOO. GOVERNOR BARS DAGO CHILDREN. Vardaman of Miss ssippi .Wants None of Them in the State. Among other matters of complaint lodged with the state department by the Italian embassy is the case of some Italian children who had been denied entrance into the state of Mis sissippi. hTe department transmitted ‘his complaint to Governor Vardanian with a courteous request for an in vestigation and report on the facts. The governor’s reply amounts to a declina tion to admit the children as they are undesirable immigrants. Affidavits collected by state agents and accompanying the governor’s reply are to the effect that the children are free from disease and have been pu pils in the public schools in New Or leans; that they were born in New Or leans, are consequently American in the same degree as any native born citizen, and therefore are free to trav el as they will within the limits of the United States. The state department, however, has done all it can in this matter in view of the limitations on the exercise of federal authority and the only recourse for the parents or guardians of the children is t.o apply to the local courts. POSSE CAPTURES WALLACE. Prise re Killed Man Deputized to Arrest Him Christmas Morning. Luther Wallace, 23 years old, who shot and instantly killed Lee Eldridge, a prominent citizen residing near Bris tol, on Christmas morning, was cap tured by a posse of citizens, headed by Sheriff Hortenstine, near Abing don, Va., late Friday evening. Wallace resisted, but was overpowered. Eldridge had been deputized by Sher iff White and was assisting in the ar rest of Wallace for breaking in a post office when the latter fired, killing him instantly. R. 0. JACKSON, Attorney-at-Law, McDonough, ga. Office over Star Store. E. /VI. SHITH, Attorney at Law, Me Dovough, Ga. Office over Star Store, south side square. All work carefully and promptly attended to. 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