HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY.
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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.)
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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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