The Henry County weekly. (McDonough, GA.) 18??-1934, February 07, 1908, Image 6

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Newspaper Page TextHENRY COUNTY WEEKLY. ■ ■■ - J. A. FOUCHE, Publisher. R. L. JOHNSON, Editor. Entered at the postofflce at McDod jugii as second class mall matter. Advertising Rates: SI.OO per lncl per month. Reduction on standlnj contracts by special agreement, A western editor who attempted sui cide, announces that he has decided to wait until prosperity kills him. What a line life insurance risk he would be, comments the Atlanta Constitution. etiil, exclaims tho Washington Post, with the price of the lacteal fluid go ing up all over the country, it costs something to be a “milksop'” nowa days. Cleveland has begun to annex her suburbs, sneers the Chicago Record- Herald. Evidently Cleveland does not intend to fall behind Pittsburg without a struggle. If we make it known that we dis trust Japan, we may find it too easy to arouse Japan's positive antagon ism, contends the New Haven Regis ter. Then is the duty of sensible Americans in this instance very clear. It is summed up in one term which has a clear and legitimate significance, despite its draft to the service of slang—forget it! Admission slips to the hospitals are pretty matter of fact records, but oc casionally a bit of unconscious humor is found in them, claims the New York Sun. A slip at Gouverneur re cently said a driver received his in juries by “falling off perch”—and his name was Bird. Another Gouverneur slip announced that the patient was hurt by “falling off water wagon.” A British soldier is fair game in the Delhi bazar. The very urchins in the gutter abuse him to his face. Well, we shall pay for this kind of thing one day, protests the Calcutta Capital. The British soldier sooner or later will curse his own countrymen, Who are such degenerate poltroons that they would take away from the man who guards the country the right of vigor ous self-defence in a private quarrel. The campaign of the sanitary auth orities of Michigan against the adulter ation of sausages has excited much interest in the east, remarks the Phil adelphia Record, as well as the west, especially as (he prosecution is direct ed against one of the greatest slaugh ter house companies in Chicago, whose sausages are marketed in nearly every region of the country. The case as thus far developed is not nearly as tragic or as horrid as that related by Dickens, when the poor widow ex claimed, "Them’s my husband’s but tons!” on seeing some of the pro ducts of a sausage mill. But it is bad enough. The sanitary officials of Michigan have justly concluded that the mixture of bran, potato flour and offal with pork in making sausage is a mischievous and dishonest adultera of a very desirable article of food. Once in so often it seems necessary for some one to run amuck of the physicians just to remind them that while we take their pills we are not thereby deceived into thinking we are being cured. For all that, urges the Boston Transcript, it ought to be a fair bargain with the doctors not to laugh at them, if they will agree not to laugh at us. But haven’t they agreed? More than the minister, more than the lawyer, more intimately even than the cook, they get in on the ground floors of our homes. The lawyer has the run of our offices; the minister occa sionally gets invited to tea; but the doctor goes to the bedside usually at a time when company manners have been laid aside. Who can blame him if, like the minister’s wife, he is apt to be a bit disillusioned? No member of society has greater demands upon his charity in the Christian sense, and no one responds more nobly. Epi grams are diverting, but the sort of dedication which Stevenson has pre fixed to a certain one of his books is infinitely more to the cx-edit of any writer. The patience and heroism of these kindly big brothers of the hu man family make literary jests seem rather cheap and paltry. A Tate of the Anglo-Indian Secret Scr vice CiIAFIKTt XTX. 12 Continued In the meantime Charlie had read the telegram: and his face had re mained inscrutable beneath the quick gaze of two pairs of undeceivable eyes. Lena was at his side, and therefore could not see his face. She was smiling bravely at some cheer ful remark of Winyard’s. Strange to say, Charles Mistley did not raise his calm eyes to his brother’s face after having read the message; he looked past the pink paper, sideways, down at Lena’s hand, which rested on the table close to him. The small, white wrist was trembling as if from ex treme cold; and as the sailor saw this a momentary contraction passed be fore his eyes. The colonel laid down his knife and fork. One brown hand lay on the table-cloth in striking contrast to its whiteness, with fingers slightly apart, as if in readiness to grasp something. His solemn eyes, beneath their heavy brows, were fixed upon his secretary’s face with an old man’s deep and silent expectation. Only when the door had closed be hind the servant who bo r e the un hesitating answer did Winyard speak of the telegram. “You might let the colonel see it, Charlie,” he said, coolly. “Business?” inquired Mrs. Mistley, with well-suppressed anxiety, as the folded telegram was passed from hand to hand. “Yes,” answered tho younger son, with his ever-ready smile; “my valu able services are once more required by a grateful country.” “What!” exclaimed Mrs. Wright, with sudden indignation, which might have been partly assumed; “after a fortnight’s holiday? I should refuse if I were you!” The good little lady was desperately anx ious to keep the conversation going, for she had seen her husband change color, and look up gravely at Win yard. She also knew that Lena had seen this, too. “He that has put his hand to the plow should not look back, as Shakes peare or some one has observed,” said Winyard, readily. "I think,” said Lena, with a clear, brave laugh, “that it is in the Bible.” This w r as precisely what Winyard wanted, and he laughed promptly by way of encouraging others. “May I have half a cup, mother— only half?” he said, presently, hand ing his cup, but without raising his eyes fromthe table. “I suppose,” said Colonel Wright, handing hack the telegram, “that you Baid yes?” “I did,” replied the young fellow, cheerfully. “And,” observed his mother, pleas antly, “are you going to tell us where you are going, what you are going to do, and when you are going to do it?” “Certainly,” he replied, looking at his chief, whereat the old soldier, smiled, the meaning of which was that the elder man’s simple diplomacy consisted chiefly of a discreet silence; while, in contention, Winyard advo cated a seemingly rash straightfor wardness. “Certainly. I am dis patched to Central Asia on a mission of some sort; but having no details yet, I am specially warned against disclosing them.” No one spoke, and no one made a pretense of continuing the morning meal for some minutes. Outside, the rattle of a horse’s hoofs on the hard road broke the silence of the quiet valley. Mrs. Mistley looked toward the and listened to the dying sound. Central Asia again! That dim, unknown land was destined to haunt her life. She knew' only too well its dangers and manifold hor rors. The sound of the horse's hoofs upon the road seemed to resolve it self into a weary repetition of the words “Central Asia,” “Central Asia,” “Central Asia!” until it grad ually died away in the low hum of the Broomwater. All at that table were more or less connected with the East —all felt the presence of that lower ing cloud W'hich grows and subsides again from time to time, like the clouds of heaven; and all knew that one day it wdll swell and gather dark ness until the storm bursts at last. The meaning of that brave word “Yes” was patent to them all. But Mrs. Mistley was a brave wo nan; also she was born—as could be seen from her soft, inscrutable eyes —on the sunny side of the barren Cheviots, where folks do not hold much by an undue display of feeling. YOUNG MISTLEY So she smiled upon her son, and asked: “When?” “I must be in town,” he replied, studiously looking out of the window’, “on Friday afternoon.” Lena it was who broke the silence that followed this announcement. “Then,” she said, very quietly, “■&# must have the theatricals a dav e*r lier.” This remark, uttered in a most matter-of-fact voice, had the effect iesired by its utterer. It relieved the 'ension, and gave Winyard something to cnatter about. Cnariie also, in Ms slow way, took advantage of it to create a diversion with the toast rack, which terminated in a resump tion of breakfast. It was rather strange that, with two clever women of the world at the table, these young people should thus have to take matters into their own hands. “I have a better idea than that,” Winyard hastened to say. "We can not well have the theatricals a day earlier, now that every one has been invited. Mother, tell me, is there not a train from Newcastle at five in the morning?” “Yes,” replied Mrs. Mistley, promptly. She was one of those rare women who can at a juncture give a decided opinion as to-the time of day. “Well, then, if the colonel will be so good as to lend me his horse, we can manage it beautifully. We have not an animal in the stable that I can thoroughly trust. Mine is too young.” “Do you mean to say,” observed Lena, “that you would ride into New castle after the theatricals and the dance, at some unearthly hour in the morning—twenty something miles?” “Certainly. It would be rather a joke.” “Winyard’s idea of a joke,” said the colonel, with some deliberation, while he kept his eyes fixed upon his plate, “has always been peculiar.” Breakfast over, Charlie accompa nied the ladies out on to the terrace, while the colonel followed Winyard to the little study. When the door was closed, the old soldier looked suddenly round at his companion with a characteristic brusqueness of manner. “Why have you undertaken this wild expedition to Bokhara?” he asked. “Because,” replied Winyard, with a certain playful pride, “I am about the only man who has a chance of getting there unknown.” “And do you believe that any good will come of it?” “No.” It was in such Incidents as this that the young fellow occasionally be trayed his military training, and the old soldier loved to see it. Blind obedience to orders, yielded by intel ligent, thinking men, has been the making of England. “How will you go about It?” “Through Russia, I think. I want to have another look at Moscow, and would perhaps have a chance of pick ing up some maps there.” “But,” said the colonel, “you will never get into the country now. They know you too well.” For half an hour the two men talked over the matter calmly and in detail, seeking to be honorable and straightforward, as behooves English men even when in intercourse with men who know not the meaning of such words, ar.d determined to carry out the mission intrusted to one of them at all risks, and in face of every difficulty, as behooves brave men and patriots. Both men fully knew the dangers likely to be incurred, though neither spoke of them. Both had stepped over the threshold of that mysterious land of the Far East, and for them the lialf-forgotten names of its cities had no halo of Arabian Night-like glory. They took small account of these, except to denude them of the untold splendor and lavish wealth be stowed upon them by travelers’ fa bles, and to reduce them ruthlessly to squalid townships. The hopeless, trackless wastes of desert sand and rounded stones were of much greater import to the solitary traveler. To him thees spoke of months spent ir weary traveling by burning sun and chilly night; they spoke of a madden ing monotony hunger, parching thirst, a grewsome solitude and an unrecorded death. CHAPTER XX. A Lover's Fears. Presently Winyard left the colonel. The old traveler was poring over a Henry Seton Merriman. map, the greater part of which was occupied by notes of interrogation, implying doubts on the part of the geographer. Of course, it was by the merest chance that Winyard should pass out by the window instead of the door, and that he should cross the smooth lawn and go straight to the far corner of the old wafil. It was that particular corner whence the sea was at all times visible far away to the east. Adonis followed at his master’s heels. Occasionally he raised his rough muzzle and sniffed at the air. There had been rain in the night, and from the valley there ascended : subtle odor of refreshed verdure. A 1 around was fresh and cool and whole some. Winyard Mistley crushed u; the telegram within his jacket pocket, so that the crinkle of the paper min gled with, the whisper of the leaver, above him. Then he looked around over the green hills and softly whis : tied a popular air in the most mat ter-of-fact manner. Doubtless it was owing to the mer est coincidence that he found Lena at the corner of the wall when he ap-. proached. She was looking the other way; indeed, she was leaning side ways over the wall to gather some sprays of woodbine which had climbed up within reach. The air was scented with a thousand autumnal odors, but the breath of the wood bine penetrated, somehow, through all, just us love is popularly supposed to penetrate through stone walls and the dead thickness of accumulated years. Then these two foolish young peo ple deliberately did the worst thing possible under the circumstances. They did nothing and said nothing. He stood beside her and looked away down the valley to the spot called Mistley’s Gap, where the line of tho meeting hills cuts the sky. She sat there, and waited for him to break the silence, expecting some laughing suggestion. But for the first time within the last few days Winyard was serious in her presence. It is strange how cruel men can be. Winyard looked down at Adonis as he stood on the wall with Lena's white arm around him, and, as if speaking to the dog, said: “You have never congratulated __ _ »» me. He did not raise his eyes from the contemplation of the faithful Adonis during the little pause before Lena spoke. “I congratulate you,” she said, in differently. Winyard smiled suddenly. The re ply and manner of delivering it were so exactly as he would have done it himself, that it seemed as if she were mimicking him. “I am sorry I have to go at such a short notice,” he said, conventional ly; but he laid his hand on Adonis’ rough back close to her wrist, which somehow changed the burden of his remark. "Yes, it is a pity,” she replied, cheerfully, as if he were leaving to keep some pleasant engagement. "However,” he said, stooping to ex amine the name inscribed on the clog’s collar, which could not have been very new to him; “however, we will get the theatricals in.” “Ye-s, we will get the theatricals in.” He was not looking at the deg now, but at her. Lena rose from their humble seat upon the clean, gray stone and moved toward the house. “I know,” she said, “that Charlie is patiently working away at the scen ery. Let us he virtuous and help him.” And so she led the way into the house, Adonis and his master meekly following. Since the midnight interview with Marie Bakovitch and her lover, Win yard had heard nothing from or of those unsatisfactory foreigners. He had duly advised Colonel Wright of their entire proceedings, and they had sought in vain some likely ex planation of Ivan Meyer’s peculiar conduct, for diplomatists grow sadly skeptical regarding the disinterested ness of human motives. Also it is difficult for the practical western mind to comprehend the strange Quixotism of the Slav nature. Winyard was somewhat uneasy about the whole affair. His own per sonal risk in the matter did not ap pear to him very great, but he was fully aware that he ran great risk of misapprehension, or, worse still, misrepresentation, if the circum stances of his connection with Marie Bakovitch should transpire. A story such as that could so easily be twisted and turned into something quite different. He would have felt still more apprehen sive had he known that his beautiful enemy had actually been a guest in Mr. Wright’s house under the name of the Baroness de Nantille, and that she was, therefore, personally known to his mother, Mrs. Wright, Lena, and his brother Charlie. But Winyard was spared these additional compli cations. Ivan Meyer had faithfully fulfilled his promise of leaving Walso with Marie as soon as possible, which, however, was not before the Wednes day morning, as the girl’s condition was not such as would allow of a long journey. Had Meyer known that the s’iedit amelioration in the state of her physical and mental health was only a temporary Lull, he would have felt even greater relief than he did at turning his back upon the peaceful •little town. The girl bore the long journey well, but it was written that a higher hand than Ivan Meyer’s was now to guide her troubled steps. A blessed oblivion came over her tot tering reason, and while the mind wandered, the body throve and pros pered. It was only on the Thursday morn ing, in the midst of preparations for the theatricals and ball, that Win yard learned of their departure from Walso. A groom had been sent into the little town to make some pur chases, and when, on his return, he delivered his parcels to his young master, he mentioned that the fur rineering folks” had left. It was a great relief. For although Winjard was not the man to bow down before an ontoward wind —meeting, rather* every breeze of heaven as it came with watchful eyes and steady lips— his was a courage of that type which, an afford to disguise no danger by ' letracting from it. (Tu be continued.) No Machinery Used. “But,” protested Mrs. Newliwed* T don’t see why you ask twenty-five cents a half peck for your beans. The other man only wanted fifteen cents.” “Yes’m,” replied the huckster* “but these here beans o’ mine is all hand picked.”—Philadelphia Press. OLD FOOD LAWS SUPERCEDED. Georgia Attorney General Says New Stat utes are of Repealing Nature. According to an opinion by Attor ney General John C. Hart of Georgia, to Commissioner of Agriculture Hud son, old laws under which county food inspectors were appointed by ordina ries and municipal inpsectors under city ordinances, have been superseded by the general pure food law enacted; in 1906 and effective August 1, 1097. The effect of this view of the new law is to take the appointment of meat, milk and other food inspectors out of the hands of ordinaries and health boards, and to lodge this jurisdiction, entirely in the hands of the commis sioner of agriculture. MUCH WORSE THAN REPORTED. Cyclone in Mississippi Took Eight Lives and Caused Damage of $300,000. Extending forty miles from west Ic east, the huge path of destruction made by Friday’s cyclones just north ok Wesson, Miss., Saturday was found to be a worse disaster than, at first re ported. In the cyclone zone the dead numbered eight, the fatally injured! four and at least 100 others less hurt. The damage is estimated conserva tively at $.300,000, and may roach hall a million. In the wreckage lie foui churches, six cotton gins and several country stores. SEVEN KILLED IN EXPLOSION. Boiler in Rolling Mill Breaks Loose With Disastrous Results. Seven men were killed and half a. dozen others injured, two of whom may die, in an explosion of a boiler fn Van Allen & Co’s rolling mill at Northumberland, Pa., Monday morn ing. The rolling mill was badly dam aged. R. O. JACKSON, Attorney-at-Law, McDonough, ga. Office over Star Store. E. M. SniTH, Attorney at Law, Me Doxough, Ga. Office over Stax Store, south side square. 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