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Fitzgerald Leader.
FITZGERALD, GEORGIA.
—PUBLISHED BT—
HCNAPP d) BOW.
Dr. Jabez Fisher, of Fitchburg,
Mass., thinks the agricultural societies
that are losing money on fairs and cat¬
tle shows should give them up and try
“farmers’ institutes” instead.
Japan is said to contemplate stock
breeding on a large scale. The Gov¬
ernment proposes the founding of 850
farms for experiments with foreign
breeds of horses for cavalry and artil¬
lery use. The breeders of our great
middle w’est need only a hint and they
will forward equine samples by next
mail.
Experts in the grain trade, it is re¬
ported, generally agree that the sup¬
plies of wheat have been much under¬
estimated, and that the consumptive
demand had probably been exaggerat¬
ed, and, therefore, it was but natural
that sooner or later there should be a
sharp reaction from the high level to
which prices had been forced.
The Rio News says: It is a curious
fact that at the beginning of February
the Government invited Dr. Ruy Bar¬
bosa to take charge of the Brazilian
case in the Amapa arbitration question,
and he was generally acclaimed as the
best man for the task. One month
later his life was in danger and he was
compelled to leave the country.
As the result of a recent investiga¬
tion made in Massachusetts by the leg¬
islative Committee on Public Health, a
statement has been prepared, explain¬
ing how consumption is propagated
and how best it may be combated. The
document contains nothing new, and is
notable only because of the emphasis
with which it advocates the segrega¬
tion in special colonies of all sufferers
from the disease whose circumstances
are such that they cannot receive at
home the sort of care, that will prevent
them from being dangers to the com¬
munity in which they live. These pa¬
tients, it is stated, should be placed in
suitable hospitals or homes, in locali¬
ties where the air is dry, where out¬
door life is possible during the greater
part of the year, and where they would
not imperil the safety of other people.
This suggestion is signed by two pro¬
fessors in tbe Harvard Medical Col¬
lege, by the Chairman of the Boston
Board of Health and Park Board, by
tbe medical examiners of Suffolk Coun¬
ty, and by the Chairman or medical
member of sixteen other towns and
cities in the State.
There has been a remarkable in¬
crease in the export of horses from the
United States during the last few
years. In 1893 the total number
shipped to foreign countries was only
2967. In 1894 it increased to 5246, in
1895 to 13,948, in 1896 to 25,126, and
during the first six months of the pres¬
ent fiscal year, ending December 31,
the total was 14,232; so that if the
same proportion is continued during
the remaining six months the total for
the year will be 28,464. Nearly half
the entire exports in 1896 went to
Great Britain, the exact number being
12,022; but it is believed that 1000 or
more additional were sent through
Canada, the exports to the dominion
being 5305 horses. The trade with
Great Britain in horses has shown a
remarkable increase, for in 1893 the
total exports were only 564 head. The
increase in exports to Germany was
even greater, notwithstanding the laws
of that country, which are very annoy¬
ing to importers of live stock and quite
expensive. In 1893 we shipped only
thirty-three horses to the German em¬
pire. In 1896 we shipped 3686. Among
other countries r.ow receiving Ameri¬
can horses is Belgium, which imported
none in 1893, and 1,134 in 1896.
France took very few, only 397. Italy
bought one of our horses in 1893, two
in 1894, three in 1895 and four in 1896.
We sent 987 to Mexico last year, and a
good many to the West India islands,
with the exception of Cuba, where,
strange to say, we sold none at all.
Two American horses went to Japan,
four to China, one to Samoa and one to
Africa. New York is the largest horse
market both for the export and the
domestic trade, but a good many are
shipped from Baltimore. Exports of
mules have increased in a correspond¬
ing ratio, the number for the last few
years being as follows: 1893, 1634;
1894, 2063; 1895, 2515; 1896, 5918,
and for tbe first six months of the
present fiscal year, 3854. So far as the
Department of Agriculture is aware
there has been no special effort on the
part of American horse breeders to ex¬
tend their foreign trade. The growth
has been natural and the result of low
prices in this country.
SONC OF.THE MODERN CREEKS.
Rising from the battle thee soil of Hollas, sword.
Liberty, wo know by thy
By thy beckoning, by thine eyes that toll us
Thou art worthy still to be adored.
Chorus
Hall tlieo. hail thee, spirit; linger, hover
Over Hftlarais and Marathon,
Till each hero’s heart that called thee
Kiso with thee to lead the patriot on.
Slumbered Hellas long in shame and sad-
Waiting for a voice to call her forth;
Hushed the infant’s glee, the mother's
gladness North......
By the brutal tyrant of the
Chorus.
Hail thee, hail thee, spirit; etc.
Long, too long, she dwelt with burled he-
rocs.
Cherishing the glories she had known;
R®? Caligulas, her mocking Neros
Not by pride or tears could be o’er-
thrown.
Chorus.
Hail thee, hail thee, spirit; etc. i__
But at last, uplifted by thy presence 1
Floating on before her like a cloud.
Every arm, the prince’s and the peasant’s,
Struck, and Greece once more was free
and proud.
Chorus.
Hail thee, hail thee, spirit; etc.
Ah, hut there are brothers still whose
weeping
Comes from over sea and land.
While they moan shall we again be sleep¬
ing—
We whom thou hast wakened with thy
hand?
Chorus. V.
Hail thee, hail thee, spirit; eto. .<
Hasten, Liberty, and and we will follow
Unto suffering Crete and Maeedon,
Striving till, some happy dawn, Apollo
Find fair Hellas come into her own!
Chorus.
Hail thee, hail thee, spirit; etc.
—The Outlook.
tQQOQOQOQQOQOZOQaaOO;
A NEW WOMAN.
BY J. SARGENT.
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<5 STHEE LIjT-
|E3S tlejohn was a
» lady of uncer-
rf. f tain age.
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If venty
years ago it
meant an old
maid, to be regarded by personal
friends with spasms of blame and com¬
miseration—a life irrevocably lost; a
soul wbo sat on the outside, so to speak,
of all comfortable existence—it was
quite another story with Esther Little¬
john.
“Such a cozy home, and absolutely
nothing to disturb either it or herself,”
Jane Evans remarked. Jane had mar¬
ried young, and had a very bilious
husband, who was addicted to lavender
trousers, a fiery temper, and melan¬
choly pale green ideas on subjects
which looked fairly cheerful to ordi¬
nary mortals, to say nothing of an
inability to provide, which made life a
pretty hard workaday world for Jane,
whose previous occupation had been
entertaining her many admirers, and
furnishing laundry work for her dear
mamma.
If Jane’s mouth took on a bitter
curve, and little envious ideas came
into her head when she passed Esther’s
house and regarded her snowy window
draperies, who could blame her?
For there was Phyllis! Surely, any¬
one who had such a treasure as Esther’s
Phyllis could afford three hundred and
sixty-five Thanksgiving days in every
year. Such a little black bundle of
comfort as she was, neat as wax, punc¬
tual as the clock, and in the family for
thirty years. For Miss Esther had
inherited them all—the cozy home in
its homey garden, the snug little mort¬
gages and black Phyllis, who felt her¬
self quite as much a part of the estate
as though she had never heard of Abra¬
ham Lincoln.
Another schoolmate, who had been
blessed with three cross babies in four
years, said, “She’d like to know what
need Esther had of a man.”
To be sure Esther had had a lover
or two. There was a foolish little
story that came to naught. Then there
was Lester Irwin, schoolfellow, play¬
fellow, rising young lawyer, life-long
friend, would-be lover. Her only com¬
ment on this affair was, “I would as
soon have married my dictionary.”
So Miss Esther went her cheery,
comfortable way. She belonged to a
club or two, was a member of the
church, and, above all, was charitable.
Tbe poor people blessed her. Her
dear Aunt Maria, wbo had gone
through life with an eye for the worst
side of everything and everybody,
sweetly remarked that “Esther Little¬
john had a natural-born desire to die a
martyr, and it wasn’t much matter
what new-fangled fad accomplished her
end.” Of course, this came to Esther’s
ears in due time, but as she was quite
well acquainted with tbe dear old lady,
it did not quite annihilate her.
One morning Phyllis’ round, smil¬
ing Ethiopian countenance, appeared
at the door of her mistress’s sanctum.
“Please, missy, dat dar ole Daniel
Tubbs dun come agin; face long’s de
jidgment day; dun say got see Missy
Littlejohn.' Anyting tire dis chile, it’s
poah white trash forever asservating
quality folks!”
“Why, Phyllis!” Esther looked up
from a pile of missionary papers with
anything but an aggravated expression.
“Show the poor mau in, that’s a dear.”
Phyllis retreated with a grunt of
something besides satisfaction, and
soon opened the door for tl e disdained
representative of “poor white trash.”
He was an old man of some seventy
winters, and from the poverty and ut¬
terly hopeless dejection of his counte¬
nance, one could readily believe he
had been banished to the frigid zone
every one of those seventy summers,
kept underground every day the
““’‘r" 1 !'™’ a11 th ® Year * ound ’
-
He lifted a spare, dirty gray face at
Miss Littlejohn's cheery greeting, and
a tear stood in each eye, the only sign
°f expression in the stolid countenance.
He plunged headlong into his story: ole
“You know my Jane; poor
ooman , g been gioU this long while, an’
not 'and nor foot can she raise since
'er stroke, and I with no work the six
mon ths.”
Esther nodded with the remembered patience of
a well-tried friend, who
the many bowls of soup and loaves of
wd whioh had traveled to the little
house in the hollow, with only th >■
casual memory of a friend; but lie pro-
oeeded: “You know our son Willuui.
Well, our son Willum was up to our
little place up north, an’ I writ’im to
collect ,’ the rent ban send us the money.
I mother tried .... to slink , , , ’er ’ead , , when , ..
s
I told ’er. Money’s halways ’ad such
ha peculiar haffect on Willum, but it
did seem *ee couldn’t be hanytliing but
honest habbout the money from ’is
mother’s little place, ban ’er so sick
ban ’elpless! Wall, to day the money
eum, all but forty-live cents, which is
doin’ well for Willum; but through
some mistake the order’s made out to
Mrs. Willum Tubbs, hinstead of Mrs.
Daniel, hau the man to the koffis won’t
let me ’ave nothin’ lion it, an’ us ’tkout
lia bit or sup bin the ’ouse, ban I sez
to myself, ban to ’er, wat ’ill hi be
doin’, ban then hi thought of you, hau
cum straight.” dependent old
Ho stood there, poor,
soul, waiting for Miss Esther to adjust
her eye-glasses and his affairs at the
same time, confident that there would
be satisfactory results in both cases.
Now, Esther -Littlejohn was impul¬
sive, and not exactly possessed of the
wisdom of the oracle she impersonated
for the moment. She was a little in¬
clined to be perfervid, especially in
charitable affairs. She herself had a
lurking impression that Mr. Irwin did
not exactly approve of all her enthu¬
siasms, and although she knew him to
be quite as correct as the above-men¬
tioned dictionary, she kept on in her
own perfervid way, considerably to her
personal satisfaction.
But we must not leave poor Daniel
Tubbs standing, bat in hand, while we
examine the gray matter of the brain
of the last of the Littlejohns. acquainted
Miss Esther was not with
the new postmaster, and still there was
no reason why he was obnoxious to her,
so she spoke with scarcely a moment’s
thought, and a trick she had of getting
at things easily. “I will cash your or¬
der,” said she, and handing the old
man eight dollars and five cents, much
to the disgust of sable Phyllis, who was
not too proud to listen at the crack of
the door, and bear the jingling of the
money, she went on looking up the
matter for a paper on America.
In the afternoon she went to the post-
office, signed Mrs. William Tubbs to
the order, received her money,, and
went on her way rejoicing, happy in
the thought that the family of Tubbs,
Sr., were enjoying peace and plenty
for a short space.
I wonder how many of our cheerful
musings would evaporate; how many of
our pleasant hours be turned to sixty
times sixty pin pricks of irritation, if
we knew the adverse influences con¬
stantly at work, the mighty plants that
grow from a single wicked mustard
seed.
Just one week later Esther Little¬
john was the recipient of a large yel¬
low envelope, postmarked Cook’s
Corners, and addressed iu . conspic¬
uous characters to Mrs. Wm Tubbs,
with “Esther Littlejohn” below in
small brackets. No. 22 Ingham Place
was added in triumphantly large let¬
ters. The contents, which Esther
read with constantly opening eyes
and emotions difficult to describe,
wens as follows:
Pi ease Mum— I take iny pen in hand,
bein’ as I’ve heard you’re passin’ yerself off
as Mrs.Willyum Tubbs, and maybe you think
you be, for all I know, but I can prove that
I took in washin’ fur six years back, an’
knp’ that misserable, shiftless Tubbs in
’bucco and breeches, to say nothin’ of the
twins an’ the hoarders from the Junction
an’ little Jim, that cum in November. Wall,
I kicked Tubbs out come spring an’ told
him, the weather bein’ warm, I thought as
he might shift fur his own self, an’ I cud
wash fur Jimmy an’ hearn the twins an’ he’s now, for
the land a-living, I tell as gone
and got another woman, and is actually
sendin’ her money! You can’t deny it,
bein’ as one of my neighbors who had gone
to town happened into the post-office an’
seen you cashin’ an order for $8 and five
cents! My, but you must be a hustler to
get that oot’n Will Tubbs, as never worked
a day ’cept when I was sick and couldn't.
I don’t want him back agin nor to make
you no truble nor to try him nor nothin’
but bein’ as X have a felii’n on my hand an’
had will to put Jimmy in the Orphant Sylum, if
you send me $35 and fifty cents to take
me an’ the twins back to my folks in Ver¬
mont I won’t make you no trouble nor
nothin’ an’ bein’ as Jim Sylvester says
you’ve got a bit from vour mother that's the
way to squar it. Send me $35 an’ fifty
cents an’ you kin have him titel clar.
Cook's Corners. Mehitabel Tubbs.
Now, the Littlejohns had very aris¬
tocratic noses, and it was not surpris¬
ing that at this juncture the eyeglasses
of the last of the Littlejohns flew com¬
pletely off, and required an extra
amount of coaxing before they would
properly return to their proper sphere.
But the Littlejohns were sympathetic
in spite of tlieir aristocracy, besides,
Miss Esther could no more avoid being
charitable than old Mr. Lincoln around
the corner could help eating his break¬
fast at the free lunch, and dropping
the fifteen cents he saved thereby into
his strong box for his sons to quarrel
over when he was gone.
Esther paused a moment to wonder
if she had better go over and ask those
wretched Tubbs people about the mat¬
ter, but shook off all idea of further
entanglement with them. With a
groan for the new fall jacket she must
now forego, she enclosed ten dollars
in a letter of explanation to the Mad¬
ame Tubbs, of Cook’s Corners, poor
soul! Her heart went out to her in
sympathy, the letter was so genuine,
so honest! Then Esther, in a way of
her own, dismissed the whole matter
from her mind, and turned her atten¬
tion to making a pair of petticoats for
seme children up North who were
blessed with a clerioal paternal and
short rations, and were to be more
than blessed with n generous mission¬
ary box from “The Willing Helpers.”
The fact that Mrs. Tubbs soon died,
and the old man took up his abode in
a distant county house, gave her the
comfortable feeling of no future refer¬
ence to the affair.
So things went on quite as usual,
until one afternoon iu November, when
Esther returned more chilly and spir¬
itless than usual from a meeting of
some committee at the “Old Ladies’
Home.”
Evidently someone was on the look¬
out for her, for while she was yet sev¬
eral rods away from the house, faith¬
ful Phyllis rushed out of the side door
and threw herself on her astonished
mistress.
“Missy! Missy! I dun know what
de house am cummin’ to. Dis chile
dun been in de fambly since befoh you
was bown, an’ nebber ’spected de like.
I doan say nuddin’ to yer charitable¬
ness, but dis hoklin, dirty chile, am
it to stay? Oh, Missy.”
Esther’s curiosity was now fully
aroused, and although Phyllis con¬
tinued to pour forth voluble torrents
of sentences, and fragments of sent¬
ences, they were neither satisfactory
nor to the point, and she opened the
front door with a trembling hand and
sinking heart.
There, iu a big arm-chair, before her
cozy grate fire—I came near saying re¬
posed, but there was anything but re¬
pose in the waving arms and kicking
neither limbs of the fat infant, whose
dirty, red, tear-stained face seemed to
have bidden adieu for two or three life
times to all complacency.
When Esther had regained her
breath, and was able to control herself
sufficiently, in spite of the deafening
howls, it dawned upon her that Phyl¬
lis had all the time been holding an
envelope toward her. She tore it
open and read the following:
Madam—When your child was admitted
to the Orphan Asylum, we supposed you a
person in indigent circumstances; we are
satisfactorily informed to the contrary.
We return your child, utterly refusing it
farther support or the sustenance. Our insti¬
tution is not for aid of imposters.
Board of the Sherman Asylum.
This, then, was little Jimmy. Was
ever a sensible, respectable woman in
such a position! Imagine an aristo¬
cratic maiden lady under such circum¬
stances! Our Esther sat down and had
a good cry, the baby meanwhile con¬
fining itself to soprano notes, with the
grim identity of a masculine , who
must sing bass the rest of liis life, and
purposes to make tbe most of the pres¬
ent opportunity.
Our Esther -was not very different
from other women, and after ten min¬
utes at this profitable employment rose
refreshed, snatched up bis small ma¬
jesty, scoured him as never orphan was
scoured, fed him a generous supper of
bread and milk, clothed him in a cozy
little night dress of tennis flannel from
tbe convenient missionary box, and
tucked him into her own bed fast
asleep, completely exhausted with such
luxuriance.
Just what Phyllis thought I would
dislike to take time to inscribe, for
there were volumes of it; but Esther
ultimately decided that tbe easiest way
to settle tbe whole matter was to keep
the baby and say nothing.
Anyone who had heard the peals of
laughter that issued that evening from
the last of the Littlejohns, as she sat
in her study, might have guessed her
a trifle hysterical; but the time came
when the tormenting little every-pres-
ent Jimmy, w r ho seemed to be quite as
much alone in tbe world as Miss Little¬
john herself, grew to be more to her
than the absent cherubs of tbe mission¬
ary fields.
And in the winter evenings, when
the curtains were drawn and the fire¬
light flashed out from the open grate,
Miss Esther hushed the little lad to
sleep, and more of a home feeling than
she had ever known crept into her
heart and made her kinder, happier,
more satisfied.
And so Miss Esther went her way
through the bright springtime, full of
the merry renewal of life and hope that
made the trees and meadows burst in-
to bloom, played with the little Jimmy,
worked and sang,and sang and worked,
and made her life as complete a suc¬
cess as though she never were guilty of
doing those rash, impatient, improvi¬
dent things which the Theosophists
would have us believe are fraught with
eternal consequences.
But one sad day, through the sun¬
shine and the springtime, a stranger
wandered to Miss Esther’s gate. He was
travel-worn and travel-stained by the
turmoil of life and the ties he had
counted, but confident as a prodigal,
not exactly coming to his father’s
house, but thankful for the small favor
of a friend from whom he proposed to
ask large favors.
It was William Tubbs—insolent,
familiar—who, having spent part of
the winter with Mehitabel (it goes
without saying, that she had recovered
from her felon enough to take in wash¬
ing), had heard of the ten-dollar bill,
and thought best to return to the place
where such things grew.
He was not to be dismissed, and
Esther in despair at last seized her hat
from the rack and fled into the street.
With burning face and beating heart
through the moist spring air she
rushed. Overhead the sky was full of
fleecy clouds; a storm was brewing;
there was a storm already in Esther’s
brain, and its name was Tubbs!
She went straight to Lester Irwin’s
office. How she told her story I can¬
not tell. I do not think Mr. Irwin had
ever listened to just such testimony as
the case of Mr. Tubbs versus Little¬
john, but he listened silently, patiently,
in a very business-like manner to the
end.
Esther paused and looked up im¬
patiently, a trifle injured that the
friend to whom she had fled for coun¬
sel should express so little lively sym¬
pathy in so grievous a manner.
“What do you advised me?” she said,
abruptly. just the least
Then there came sus¬
picion of a twinkle into his merry
brown eyes as he replied quite as
laconically, “Marry me.”
If he afterward added some sort of
nonsense, even men as correct as the
dictionary are often betrayed into that
sort of thing, and our Esther, new wo¬
man that she was, was quite too wilted
to resent or resist.—The Home Quoen.
MONEY AND OMENS.
Points Brought Out In a Debate at tl»o
Superstitious Club.
When the Superstitious Club went
into session last week its president
astonished and somewhat awed the
giddy members, by announcing that
“Money, In All Its Phases,” would be
under discussion.
“You must have often noticed,” she
said, sweetly, “the money that floats
on the top of your cup of coffee at
breakfast?”
“It is about the only place I ever
do see it,” remarked Helen Stewart,
spitefully. it?” asked the
“How do you treat
president. the coffee and
“I stir it up with
swallow it. Brother Fred says it’s all
nonsense about its being money, He
says the bubble that looks like a quar¬
ter is caused by the sugar.”
The president’s gavel rapped the
table with emphasis.
“Miss Stewart is out of order,” she
said sharply, “If the dictum of mere
outsiders, is to be taken for the tradi¬
tions of the Superstitious Club, then
we may as well adjourn sine die.”
“How beautifully she presides,”
said Maud Johnson in a whisper to
her chum, Margaret Potter, who was
comforting herself with caramels on
the sly.
“Let me give you some much needed
instruction on this matter of money
“I rise to a point of order, Miss
President. We are discussing matri¬
mony.”
“Some people think they are smart,”
said the president, ignoring parlia¬
mentary rules. “I said matter of
money, but it is plain to see where
your thoughts drift. Now, girls, this
is a most serious thing. If you do
not separate your coffee money from
the coffee without breaking it, and
swallow it while, you will not get the
real money of which it is a sign. ”
“Signs are so deceiving,” quoted
Maud Johnson from one of the club
lyrics. “I have always stirred my
coffee money up with the sugar and
swallowed it. No wonder I’m poor!”
“Who has seen the new moon?” in¬
quired the president. shoulder,”
“I saw it over my left
said Nellie Wright.
“Poor thing! No luck for you this
month. Anyone else?”
“I saw it, Miss President, with
money in my hand, and there was no
glass between, and I wished ever so
hard. Papa gave me a dollar when I
told him, and called me a ‘slave to
superstition. ’ But my wish came true
all right,” said Eily Irving.
“How many of you know the rule of
the itching palm?” asked the Presi¬
dent. “Please recite it in concert.”
“If your right palm itches,
A stranger comes to stay.
If your left palm, riches
■Will surely come your way.”
“Miss President,” asked Kate En¬
sign, “is it in order to ask if our quar¬
ter of a dollar is an unlucky omen?”
“I should say not. Those who get
enough may consider themselves
mighty lucky.” said
“You bet they are!” Helen
Stewart, who was immediately fined
for using slang, said fine being or¬
dered paid into the marshmallow fund.
Miss Ensign then explained that
there were no less than ten repetitions
of the unlucky number 13 on one side
of the twonty-five-cent piece, She
enumerated 13 stars, 13 letters in the
scroll the eagle holds in its beak, 13
marginal feathers in each wing, 13 tail
feathers, 13 parallel lines in the shield,
13 horizontal bars, 13 arrowheads in
one claw, 13 leaves in the branch in
the other claw, and just 13 letters in
the words “quarter dollar.” Would
the president please say if such money
would be unlucky to spend?
“A-hem,” answered the diplomatic
presiding officer, “I never beard that
the original thirteen States were un¬
lucky, did you? Or the thirteen stripes
on our flag—[applause]—and if any
member of this club has a pocket full
of those unlucky quarters, I should
not advise her to throw them away.
Will some member pass one around for
inspection?”
But a canvass of the club failed to
disclose that amount of lucky or un¬
lucky money.—Chicago Times-Herald.
Pearls Buried Under Water.
An interesting story is told concern¬
ing some of the jewels belonging to
the Empress of Germany. She owns
a very fine necklace, made of large
pearls, well matched in size, and
singularly pure in color. The neck¬
lace, however, had been laid aside for
some time away from the light and air,
and as a natural result the color of the
pearls had suffered considerably. In
fact, when the Empress took out her
necklace it was so discolored that she
found she could not possibly wear
it in its then condition. The court
jeweler, when appealed to, gave it as
his opinion that nothing would restore
the pristine purity of the pearls ex¬
cept a very long immersion in the sea.
A glass case was accordingly made,
with holes in it to admit the water,
the pearls were deposited in it, and it
was sunk “full fathoms five” in the
waters of the North Sea, says Madame.
The spot chosen is close to the shore,
and it is said that sentries are on duty
there night and day.
It is said that some time ago a small
potentate in Afghanistan offered a
British collector $42,000 for a complete
set of stamps of Afghanistan.
PIAZZAS ARE POPULAR.
Valuable Suggestions About, Their Best
Situation and Construction.
If the experience of the majority of
house owners could be gathered, it is
altogether probable they would testify
that no one feature of the house has
so amply repaid the construction cost
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as the piazza, American climate and
social conditions are such that it is
possible to make constant use of the
piazza during almost all of the year,
even in the northern latitudes, The
wide growth in popularity of the piazza,
is nowhere more strikingly shown than
in the farmhouse. A decade or two ago
one might ride mile upon mile in the
country without seeing a single farm¬
house with a piazza; but now almost
every new one erected makes some
pretentions in this line.
It is safe to say that not a single
villa or detached bouse, aside from the
smallest and cheapest home for the
laboring man, is built in this day with¬
out a piazza. Often even a small house
will have two. It is, therefore, im¬
portant to consider the subject in a
general way. The size and style of
the veranda must depend upon the de¬
sign of the house, its height, the shape
of the roof, etcetera. In a very warm
climate, or at the seashore, where
people expect to live a large portion of
the time out of doors, almost every¬
thing gives way to the piazza, and the
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plan of the house is made to yield pre¬
cedence to the veranda itself, thus re¬
versing the usual order, But this is
the exceptional case, and need not be
dwelt upon here.
The general run of modern houses
have piazzas from six to eight feet in
width. A very wide piazza has a tend¬
ency to make a house seem squatty.
But if it is too narrow the effect is even
worse, for then it does not appear to
be an integral part of the house; it
looks like a mere excrescence, and de¬
stroys the entire effect of the building.
It must be remembered that the ver¬
anda, more than any one feature, gives
character to the house, and consequent¬
ly it must be in perfect accord with tbe
general style. Whenever it is possi-’
ble a piazza should extend upon two
sides of a house. It should preferably
have an eastern exposure, There
need be no fear that a piazza will prove
too sunny. It should get the full rays
of the sun, even at midday, rather
than catch the chilling breezes from
tbe north. A hardy vine, carefully
trained over a wire rack, or a quick
growing annual like the morning glory,
will provide a sufficient screen for com¬
fort or for privacy. If for any reason
these cannot be had, the pretty Japan¬
ese split bamboo screen affords an ad¬
mirable substitute.
The accompanying plan shows a
style of veranda that is occasionally
adopted with excellent effect, The
roof is carried up in an unbroken
sweep to join tbe main roof of the
house. This gives an extremely pic-
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turesque appearance, and it will be
seen that no inch of space in the house
itself is sacrificed.—-Copyright 1897.
The Telegraph in Persia.
The overland telegraph line which
connects England with her great In¬
dian empire passes through Persia, and
has recently been subjected to an inter¬
ruption of a quite serious character,
due to the fanaticism of the populace.
It seems that there has been a terrible
drought, which the subjects of the
Shah, instead of attributing to Provi¬
dence, ascribed on the contrary all, to the
telegraph poles, and, above to the
posts and signs of the survey depart¬
ment of the company. Accordingly all
the obnoxious poles, wires and survey
signs were destroyed by a priest-led
mob. Strangely enough, heavy rain
fell immediately afterward; and now,
in spite of [the severe punishment in-,
flicted by the Teheran Government up¬
on the ring-leaders, the masses of the
population through Persia are firmly
convinced that telegraph and survey
i*osts are productive of drought and in¬
ventions of Satan.
