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Fitzgerald Leader.
FITZGERALD, GEORGIA
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Beef and pork me it de-
mand this year as well as wheat, cot-
ton and corn.
Report, from . dora Stole, to
that in all of them contracts are being
given out and preparations made for
more good roads. . , ,,
Some butterflies have as many a3
twenty thousand distinct eyes, and yet
they cannot see as much as a man can,
who has only two. It is not a question
of the eye so much as of what is be¬
hind the eye. It takes mind to see,
or, at any rate, to analyze and usefully
co-ordinate the results of sight.
According to an official estimate,
made in the Treasury Department, the
ST “*,00™“
This indicates an annual increase of
more than 2,000,000 since the last
Federal census was taken, in 1890,
when the total population of the coun¬
try was found to be more than 62,000,-
000. We are now within three years
of another Federal census, at which,
it is reasonable to anticipate, the total
population of the United States will
exceed 80,000,000.
A Peruvian permanent exhibition of
all classes of manufactured goods is
to be established by the Government
of that country at Lima, Peru, and the
exposition will be opened on Decem¬
ber 9 next. The Government of Peru
proposes in this manner to foster
trade, and offers advantageous terms
to American manufacturers. All ex¬
hibits will be exempt from custom and
consular fees, and exhibitors have the
option of showing their goods for six
months or longer if special arrange¬
ments are made, It is noted that
preference will be given to manufac¬
tures most used in Peru, such as agri¬
cultural implements, mining machin¬
ery, electrical appliances of all de¬
scriptions and labor-saving machinery.
After havng been submerged in 180
feet of water for seven years, the treas¬
ure on board the steamer Skyro, sunk
off' Cape Finisterre in April, 1891, has
been recovered by divers. The Skyro
sailed from Cartagena, bound for Lon¬
don, with a valuable cargo, including
bar silver, valued at §45,000. All went
well until approaching Cape Finisterre
in foggy weather, when the vessel
struck on the Mexiddo reef, but passed
over, and went down in deep water
within twenty minutes, and about two
miles off the coast. An expedition
went out in the same year, but was
unable to secure the treasure. Last
year another effort was made, with
more powerful diving apparatus, and
resulted in fifty-nine bars being re¬
covered. The working depth for the
diver was never less than 28i fathoms
—171 feet—audit-frequently exceeded
this. To obtain these bars it was
found necessary to blow away the deck
with dynamite, which the diver did,
only after great difficulty, owing to
the boisterous state of the weather.
Work was compulsorily suspended in
October, but again resumed this sum¬
mer with satisfactory results.
American newspaper readers, avers
Harper’s Weekly, are excusable if
they have received of late an impres¬
sion that next to the w-heat crop the
most notable product of this country
this year has been homicide. The
country is big, and it accords with
reasonable expectation that in one p>art
or another of it killing should be in
progress all the time. But this year,
and especially this summer, there cer¬
tainly seems to have been much more
than the usual amount of it, and it
will be interesting, when the returns
are all in and some one has tabulated
them, to learn whether this impression
is well founded or not. For ten years
past the Chicago Tribune has kept the
run of murders and homicides so far
as it could, aud has made an annual
report of them. According to a table
based on these reports, there were
1449 homicides in the country in 1886,
and 7900 in 1895. The tables show a
great but irregular annual increase,
The Tribune’s estimate of the number
of lynchings is interesting. It gives
1.33 in 1886, 236 in 1892, and'160 in
1895. It shows 2 20-100 executions to
every 100 homicides. The statistics
of murders in Europe, as given in the
World Almanac, show that Italians kill
most readily, the average annual num¬
ber of mnrders in Italy being 2470, or
29,4 to every 10,000 deaths. Spain
follows with a ratio of 23.8. Austria’s
ratio is 8.8; ' Francis’s, 8.0; ’ and Eng-
lands , 7.1. „ Ikese European _ figures,
however, apply to murders alone, and
do not include, like the tables for the
United States, all sorts of manslaugk-
jfcers, justifiable or otherwise.
THE WARNING,
Equipped the fight, for the battle and plumed for
bike grain, all ripe for the reaping,
With the front, flower of their chivalry leading
the
In billows still onward sweeping;
! Hosts of invaders have swept o’er the
earth
j j Is the tale history’s
on pages,
From Assyria to Rome, each one in
turn
| pM
| hack—
The full measure of blood she had meted
The proudest of empires invading the
world, .
In turn but to be Invaded,
j The day night, of their victories darkened to
The flower of their chivalry faded.
O nations! so proud of your high estate,
Enthroned to-day in your glory,
Beware, or again on history’s page
Shall be written the self-same story!
Look well to the eup which you givo to
drink—
The measure of Mood and sorrow—
Lest the cup which you mote be measured
to you,
Brimful, in the dawn of to-morrow!
—Hattie A. Cooley.
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11 THE FIRST THE FROM KLONDIKE.
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HEN young Jaek
Stuart threw up
:v his government job
w and left Washing¬
a ton last spring
% y y\ ft without where he telling was go¬
i ing everybody na¬
turally concluded
that he had “gone
mm to are the always bad.” eager People to
say that any man,
rc especially if he is
young and handsome and hasn’t a
penny in the world, has gone to the
bad. In fact, it is the one way people
have for accounting for a fellow who
turns other up missing; and then regarding
each in a greedily curious way,-
they inquire; “Who’s the woman?”
The fact that a fellow can go to “the
bad” without the help of some woman
never enters the human mind, al¬
though, be it noticed, that when a man
reaches a high degree of prosperity,
when he makes fame and name, people
never turn upon one another and ask:
■“Who’s the woman?”
Now, as nobody could prove by
which route Jack Stuart had gone,
there the matter rested; and if a news-
paper reporter had followed his career
where it is now he would throw down
his peneil with a “pshaw,” or some¬
thing stronger, adding in tones of dis¬
appointment, “It was a woman, but
she didn’t send him to the bad; the
story’s no good.” The result would
he that the newspapers wouldn’t give
it a paragraph; whereas, had she
caused him to kill her, himself or the
other man, we would have had a
superbly illustrated page.
The story as it stands has, however,
something besides virture to recom¬
mend it, and maybe it is worth the
telling even if the several people con¬
cerned will not like to see it in print.
It began, or at least the winter of
its discontent culminated, one evening
last March in the cosy little living
room of a great, impressive house on
Dupont circle. Jack Stuart was sit¬
ting in one of those corners which in¬
voke flirtation at the beginning and
more serious intentions after close in¬
timacy- His hands were stuffed deep
down in his pockets and his handsome
brow bore a deep, dismal frown. The
girl sitting on the little stool in front
-of him and resting an elbow familiarly
on his knee, looked upon him with
tender, anxious sympathy in her eyes.
They had evidently been discussing
some grave subject and the youth
broke forth after his moody silence—
“Hang it all, little girl, I can’t
much blame your mother for not liking
me around.”
“She wouldn’t have you around if
you had eords and cords of money,
Jack. You know mamma. She’s de¬
termined I shall marry a foreign title
and I’m just as determined I shan’t.”
The girl closed her pretty lips in a
way that showed that she had not had
a father who had plowed through pov-
erty and obscurity and dreadful hard¬
ships to a fortune for nothing. That
fortune intact he had foolishly left to
his foolish widow. She was a “ckar-
aeter”—a term which means one of
two things, either that a woman has
none of any sort or that she has too
muek of au objectionable description.
This particular -woman belonged to
the latter class.
“Well, I tell you, Dolly, I do get
low in spirits. You see my prospects
aren’t good.”
Jack took her hand and caressed it,
smiling that hopeless, bitter smile that
means so little and looks so much on
the faee of a boy of twenty-three.
“The name of Stuart,” he went on,
“ eau *- cal ' r y a chap through life; it
can t make him rich or famous, it can’t
give him the girl he wants, aud he’s
not going to steal her when she’s a
rich girl—that would look like liigk-
’"’ay robbery, grand larceny, or some-
th in f of the 0ort ’ °, f collr3e that ’ s
wliat , mother would .
your say.
“Oh. mamma”-
“And it’s what the rest of the world
would say, too. Here I have been on
a government salary of less than §100
a month for two years. I came here
and found lots of old friends aud I
went into society. I tell you I’m sick
of it. It’s a sawdust life—this thing
of a fellow’s taking a room and living
on 8 ™dwiches at afternoon teas and
counting on the dinners he s asked to
f or hi s square meals. I wanted to stop
and then I met you and I couldn’t;
and here I »m worse off than over. If
f 8° and wa J> try 1 to ’ vil1 study lo8e y° profession, u : j { I «tay
cere a
will take years and years, and I could¬
n’t ask you to wait for me.”
She patted his hand tenderly. "Oh,
Jack,” she said, “it would be dread-
ful for you to go—awful for you to
leave me with mamma and the count;
think of it! Why, it would be brutal!”
Tears welled in her eyes. “I could
be true; I wouldn’t forget, and I
would he brave; but think of mamma
and the count!”
“Yes,” said Jack, touohing the soft
lovelocks about her forehead; “but.
think of the hole I’m in. You see,
that plantation of mine-”
“Oh, Jack, do you own a plantation?
Why,of course you do; all Southerners
have plantations.”
“Yes, and mine is the worst of the
lot, and that’s saying a great deal. I
never told you about it because I get
hot. Whenever I think of it I want to
fight. I want to fight a woman, and
that’s ungallant.”
The scarlet mounted to his brow
and his voice was low and tense with
hatred.
“Well, I will tell you,” he went on.
“It’s a fine Virginia plantation and
it’s all I have in the world. It was
my mother’s property and when she
died my father married again—an old
maid, his housekeeper—and when he
died my stepmother being a shrewd
woman and as mean as the mischief,
employed some tricky lawyers, who
got her a widow’s dower out of the
rent of my mother’s plantation—a
widow’s dower of §2000 a year out of
my mother’s property. That’s all the
income the plantation affords. You
wouldn’t think I’d stay there and work
it, would you?”
I should think not.”
It’s my property and every cent of
the income goes to that hawk-nosed
old harpy.”
“But, dear, she will die some day.”
“Die!” with bitter incredulity.
“Never! never! The knotty variety of
parasites like mistletoe, live forever.”
“And so you have nothing—-abso¬
lutely nothing—out of what is right¬
fully yours through your mother?
Shameful! shameful!” said the girl.
“I’m a big coward to tell you all
this,” he went on, “but I felt so down
in my luck that- I had to talk. Now, I
might have made money out of the
plantation if I had stayed and worked
it instead of leaving it to the tenants.
I might have made five hundred, per¬
haps a thousand dollars extra for my¬
self out of it, hut I couldn’t do it,
Dolly; I just couldn’t stay there and
clothe and feed that old woman with
my own hands. She lives in the house,
and—oh, well--”
“Yes, dear, I have mamma.”
“Yes, hut your mother is—excuse
me, Dolly, but your mother is fat—
plump, I mean to say—and portly wo¬
men must be more durable than thin
ones with olaws and beaks.”
“Jack!”
“Yes.”
“I’m thinking of that plantation.
I’m so glad you’ve got it.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“Oh, but you will be. You see, I
didn’t know you had property, and
that was making it hard for,me. I
thought of that collection of old fami¬
ly miniatures of yours you showed me,
and I thought that might do.”
“Do? Do for what?” he ejaculated.
“Never mind. It really wouldn’t,
anyway. What I want you to give me
now is a mortgage—a genuine mort¬
gage for §5000 on that Virginia prop¬
erty.”
“What?”
■“How much is that jDroperty worth?”
“Oh, perhaps §15,000, I should say.
But what on earth-”
“Well, it’s just this,” said the girl
excitedly. “I am to give you §5000.
It is the income I have saved from
some property left me. I am to give
you §5000 and you are to borrow it
from me by fixing up a mortgage on
your plantation for that amount. My
lawyer will attend to it in regular
form. Papa didn’t leave me his busi¬
ness head for nothing, Jack, dear.”
“And wliat am I to do with the
money?” asked the youth aghast.
“Now, I’ve been thinking out all
that for months. I thought it out
when I was dancing and I had, long,
restful, delicious thinks over it while
stupid men were twaddling their non¬
sense at me. Papa made his idle min¬
ing you know, and what have you
studied mining and engineering for if
you can’t make yours that way, too?
You remember talking to me about
gold possibilities in Alaska? Well, I
vaut you to take this money and try
your luck there. And—oh, Jack,
don’t be so rude and don’t kiss me
while I’m talking, and don’t look at
me as if you’d cry with feeling if you
weren’t six feet in your stockings—
your socks, I mean; You are to go to
Alaska and make a fortune—a great,
big fortune, .Tack, big enough to make
mamma quail before you and to con¬
vert the count into a poor little, black,
trickling grease spot at your mighty
feet”
Dolly Radnor was a little body and
she was almost breathless and decid¬
edly tumbled and out of order when
she emerged from his enthusiastic
recognition of her devotion. The big
fellow stood ujj and held her at arm’s
length and looked at her—oh, I can’t
begin to tell you how he looked ather,
and then he gathered her up in his
arms again, and presently they both
sat down and he said, “Oh, Dolly,”
in a voice hushed with tender emo¬
tion, “Oh, Dolly, I can’t accept.”
And then she put her little soft,
white hand across his lips and said in
the decisive way belonging to small
women: “You are accepting nothing.
I am making you a loan, sir. If a girl
can’t help a chap she loves before she
gets him, she shouldn’t ever have the
right to do it afterwards, that’s all.
And, well, if you don’t let me I’ll
—I’ll marry the count, or that beastly
old officer with the wooden leg, or a
Chinese attache, or something like a
jack-in-the-box from Corea.”
They both laughed and there was
much personal talk and argument and
many caresses that need not be re¬
corded here. Suffice it to say that
two weeks after this conversation Jack
Stuart threw up his job and went to
Alaska instead of to the had, as
everybody thought. His companions
during his stay there were not the
devil’s servants—women, wine, ciga¬
rettes and cards—but instead, a minia¬
ture by Amalia Knssner of a very
beautiful girl smiling from a frame of
turquoise,a face all Washington society
would recognize, and to keep its
memory bright in the heart of its
owner there were letters—long, de¬
licious, crossed and recrossed letters
—scented with violets and ornamented
with a modest mongram. Dolly Rad¬
nor did not use her mother’s crest.
The last one of these letters was a
bit curt and impatient. It read:
Dearest Jack— You have got gold
enough already to startle even Mark
Hanna with, much less mamma and the
count. Mrs. Hetty Green would—I started
to say would be green with envy. X am
miserable and you must come home. I
can’t stand them any longer. Mamma’s
bad grammar increases with her anger and
the count’s broken English and oriental
perfume become more unendurable as his
love Intensifies. I’m getting low and vul¬
gar; you would not know mo. I’ve tried
everything to cure the count. I frequent¬
ly come down when he calls me with my
hair done up in curling kids, I chew gum
in his presence constantly. Nothing seems
work with him though. He is “one grand
loafer” out here at our country plnce. Ho
counts all my little eccentricities as “ze
caprice of oho petite lllle—charmante—
gentile”—all the French epithets of ap¬
proval. Come home or I will run away
with him just for the pleasure of murdor-
ing him neatly on our wedding journey.
Your own for eternity, Dollt.
She didn’t add that she was wear¬
ing all of her last summer’s frocks,
that she hadn’t a new gown or a new
hat to her name; that everything had
been cut off from the first of the year
—at least, all the spending money her
mother gave her—on account of her
disobedience about the count, and as
for her own income, she had taken
the whole of that for a year in ad¬
vance to lend to a certain youn’g fel¬
low lvho has recently dug a fortune
out of an Alaska gold field. This
young fellow has no idea of how mean
even a fat mother can be when she
is stupid and vain and ambitious, nor
will he ever know from Dolly’s lips
the extent of her sacrifice, so I am
determined he shall read it.
He came home ten days ago and
there was the happiest girl in the
world to greet him in a certain big
country house near Washington. The
count was not happy and Mrs. Rad¬
nor is as yet barely reconciled to the
situation, for she felt that she had
enough money for the count ns well
as for the girl who ,may bo named as
one woman who did not send- a miss¬
ing man to the bad.—Atlanta Consti¬
tution.
Geology of the Klondike District.
A recent explorer in a part of Alaska
as far removed from the newly dis¬
covered Klondike region as Washing¬
ton is from Boston has said: “That
country is one-half made: the glaciers
are slowly doing their work, the
mountains are smoking, and the rivers
are vomiting out quantities of quick¬
sand.” What is true of the Cook’s
inlet country of Southern Alaska is
also true, in a measure, says Harold
Goodrich in Leslie’s Weekly, of the
valley of the Yukon. There are, how¬
ever, some differences. In the”region
of the gold fields there are no glaciers.
Active volcanoes, too, are so far away
that it is only by the occasional re¬
ports of Indians or prospectors who
have made a longer trip than usual
that their existence is known. And
yet one can see, through all the valley
of that great river of the North, abun¬
dant evidences of the unformed char¬
acter of the country.
The one thing which strikes the
traveler, be he layman or geologist, is
the immense amount of work which
the streams are performing. The
Lewes River, down which he takes his
way to the diggings, rises, as is known,
in a series of lakes, the largest of which
is over thirty miles long. The ooun-
try in the upper lake region is moun¬
tainous, with torrents plunging down
through rough valleys from the eter¬
nal snow.
The contrast between this water of
the lakes, which is clear, and that of
the stream emerging from them is re¬
markable. The latter soon becomes
turbid, being full of sediment, so that
one cannot see more than a quarter of
an inch below the surface. A basinful
taken out and allowed to stand clears
itself in time, and a thick deposit of
mud is found in the bottom of the re¬
ceptacle.
The current boils and flows very
rapidly, and as the boat floats along a
sound is heard like that of frying fat.
Upon searching for the cause of this
sound it is found to lie in the grating
against the bottom of the boat of the
very fine particles of sand carried in
suspension. From the moment of en¬
tering the Lew.es River until the end
of the trip the sound is never absent.
A truly enormous amount of material
is thus borne along by the Yukon and
finally emptied into the immense delta
at its mouth in Norton’s Sound.
P ufls of a Kailway Engine.
Abrupt emission of waste steam up
the chimney causes the cough or puff
of a railway engine. When moving
slowly the coughs can, of course, be
heard following each other quite dis¬
tinctly, but when speed is put on the
puffs come out one after the other
much more rapidly, and when eighteen
coughs a second are produced they
cannot be separately distinguished by
the ear.
Inventor of the Fare Box.
TZn-rm , ir v,^ t, _ _ • . -]• ■.
Leeds,' England, invented the metal
boxes in which fares are still deposit-
ed by passengers on omnibuses and
horse cars in Great Britain and her
provinces. Before them turnstiles
were used in entering cars, and Mrs.
Kaye, being inconvenienced by them,
as she wore a crinoline, set her wits
to work and devised the box.
THE ORDER OF MULLAHS
REMARKABLE WHITE-BEARDED MEN
OF THE INDIAN FRONTIER.
They Are Schoolmaster, Lawyer, Judge
and Priest All Combined, and Exer¬
cise n Strong? Influence Over the In¬
habitants of the Afghan Hills.
During the spring of 1887 I accom¬
panied a survey party which set out
from Peshawur to penetrate the coun¬
try north of the Khyber, and examine
such routes as would be available in
the event of the pass being held by a
powerful enemy. During that time I
had many opportunities of studying
the manners and methods of the Mul¬
lahs—those remarkable men who are
at present using their fanatical follow¬
ers to drive them to revolt against the
encroachments of the Feringheos.
The visitor to the towns of the in¬
dependent tribes will often see a ven¬ fol¬
erable white-bearded old man,
lowed by a crowd of young Patlians,
who show every sign of respect for
their leader. In his right hand the
venerable figure carries a staff, and in
his left a large volume of the law ac¬
cording to Mahomet. When the pro¬
cession reaches a public place the
leader seats himself; his disciples
stand around or sit at his feet, and
the general public assemble at a little
distance to hear the gems of wisdom
that fall from the holy man’s lips, or
to roar at the world-wide “chestnuts,”
not always of the most decorous char¬
acter, which he sometimes unbends
sufficiently to tell. Such a man is a
mullah, one of a class who exercise an
influence over the inhabitants of the
Afghan hills so passionate and wide
that to Europeans it is beyond belief.
The Mullahs are collectively known
as the Ulima, or learned. They are
the schoolmasters, lawyers, judges, as
well as the priests, many of them be¬
ing men of great ability and scholar¬
ship; and as they are all passionately
devoted to their order, it cannot be
said that their influence is altogether
evil. They are great peacemakers in
a land where fighting is the breath of
a man’s nostrils. I once saw one of
them in Lalpoorah rush between two
bodies of Mohmunds who were drawn
up to attack each other, and, by pas¬
sionate prayers to them to remember
their common God and their common
country, make these desperate men
forget their purpose and go away as
quietly as frightened schoolboys.
The position of Mullah is conferred
on such candidates as have undergone
a special course of study in the intri¬
cate Mahometan law and successfully
passed au examination therein. The
principal part of the ceremony con¬
sists of the most saintly Mullah pres¬
ent investing the novice with the wide
flowing gown of white cotton and the
peculiarly shaped turban.
The Mullahs marry and live like the
laity in most particulars; though some
of them assume the most ridiculoqs
austerity, frowning on the simplest
amusements, and even condemning
all music except the warlike drum and
trumpet, as being effeminate. To
such men the merry fiddle or the sigh¬
ing lute are as the horns of the Evil
One.
One rich source of revenue with the
priesthood is their fine collection of
charms and incantations. It is no un¬
common sight to see an ancient Afridi
or Mohmund sitting with a Mullah
and vigorously repeatiug a charm or
performing a subtle incantation to en¬
able him to fix the affections of some
fair lady who is not enamoured of his
gray hairs.
A Mullah’s most sensitive point is
the dignity of his office. When that
is outraged there is trouble in the
land. He calls the brethren to a coun¬
cil. They suspend all the rites of
public worship, denounce their enemy
as a dog and an infidel, cover him and
his people with their maledictions and
practically excommunicate him. If
this does not bring the unhappy man
to his senses, the Mullahs don their
sacred robes, and carrying the green
standard of the Prophet, go up and
dowq throughout the land proclaim¬
ing the Mahometan warcry, and calling
on the faithful to avenge the honor of
the apostle of the Prophet. To those
who flock to their side they promise
eternal bliss; to those who ignore their
appeals everlasting torture. The Mul¬
lah’s voice is not raised in vain. He
soon has a frantic army following the
green flag, willing to go anywhere and
do anything their leader pleases.
When a Mullah dies the place of his
death becomes a sacred shrine at
which miracles are worked. There is
not a village throughout the whole
Patliau country which has not its holy
spot to which the sick, the halt and
the blind resort for relief.—St. James
Gazette.
Tlie Biggest Passenger-Ship.
The biggest passenger-ship in ex¬
istence is the new North German
Lloyd liner Kaiser Wilhelm dor Grosse,
a marine monster, an eighth of a mile
long (648 feet, to be accurate), sixty-
six feet wide, forty-three feet deep,
and of a tonnage of 14,000. All her
details and dimensions are Brobding-
nagian. She can carry 1520 passen¬
gers, besides her crew of 450.
Her engines are expected to develop
28,000 horse-power, and her cost is
estimated to have been about two
million dollars. She is so much big¬
ger than the other big liners, and has
so many novelties of construction, and
such great expectations of speed and
comfort and safety, that her first trip
across the ocean is ah event.—-Harp¬
er’s Weekly.
Postage-Stamp Slot Machine.
The German Post-office Department
* ias < ] eci ^ e( J *° introduce, expen-
, ^ * stamp-selling
^’ au oma lc ma-
c ulles ' They will be placed at
Prominent . points . , where , ,, the demands , ,
for atam P 8 ar0 the ar S 0st > and operate
on the de P 0 ft “ the slot of the pro¬
P er «»“.*> . farm** the purchaser with
tli* stamps desired.
A Moist- I’HclnK Without n Orh
While roaming through' the e ”’.
western part of Wisconsin in A; nort “'
says a writer in the Chicago 1 ’8 U8t V
Herald, I was driven one dav-/ t0 lm0S '
race track of the county fair lo/^ 2 ,
by a clergyman. For two r ? un< “
we watched the track throng! 0 " “ ou ? 3
heat and clouds of dust. A 8 a tomtl
tion of the course was crow? mall por-
of the time with horses en ded most
? a e<l , 1D .
abortive efforts to get square- ^
I told my friend that it was :1 v awa y-
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rather tiresome and asked , 0I -R!2£
w , ,
mained so long. “Well,’!'' 1 / “ t! r< f
“we’re all waiting to see the 110 sal “’
the day, and if you’re patien event of
come off all right.” 1 it will
It was worth waiting for., IIT1
event of the day” was the run .
Albatross, the horse trained um 8
owner, <T. W. Quinn, the well- - v 113
,
starting judge, to go a: pacing' inowI ?
around the course, without bre : 8 P? etl
his gait and without a guide, rij,-,
driver. Whan the patience of fl or
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crowd was nearly exhausted Albafr- JSS
appeared before the judge’s str md,
decked with ribbons and appare fitly
in the -best of humor and condj tion.
No sulky was attached. He folio wed
his owner like a well-trained dog- .
few straps connected the snafilt/a> *7
bodyband to keep the animal fronH a
wabbliug, but there was nothing to
seriously interfere with his breakin.
into a gallop if he should “have ,t;
mind to.” In due time Quinn led 1- ie
.
at the pace for 200 yards before
reached the starter, and at the (
w< >rd
“Go!” the owner’s hand dropped fre -
the headgear and the animal got >m
.veil
away. urg&lf
At full speed, just as if a
whip kept in and his voice, the right beautiful in the mid bo' ^
course j,
of the track, without varying a foot
on either side. I was in a can !qg
close to the grand stand and wat ( q
him carefully he “came home.’ 1 (
as jj.
was a magnificent illustration of
can be accomplished by discij
Here'was a horse whose every ins .
prompted him to go wild and {, ,
into a gallop. The cheers audm' rgings
of a vast crowd incited him tqv go at
his highest speed. But a3 hq came
tearing along with his head ;
s'. t
out from the shoulders, dilate ,.
trils, foaming mouth, heaving ' A
and quivering flanks we saw
natural laws of animal movem) i-ti had
been temporarily ‘— ” suspended: ’
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lav.* ^ _
dered subservient to the • a
by human will and intelligen * 1 h
2e.
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California Fruit FarmJ
“It is only since the year? ^ .
the tlieir people fruit to of the California New YorEi haj^ ped
adelphia markets in la* ‘*' i pv-i
any ti¬
tles. but California fruit its
way into Eastern cities more ,,
this summer,” said a gentle: man who
is the owner of 10,000 acres 6 M choice
fruit land in Tehama Count cy, Cali-
fornia, to a Star reporter.
‘ ‘California fruit has
world-wide reputation on j-int of
its size, shape, color aud flavor;, The
largest fruit farm probably in the
world is that of the late ex-Senau tor
Stanford. It contains 35,000 aci” es,
and the grapes raised and tlie wi ae8
made there bring in not less than § j-
_
000 Ex-Governor Bidwelf ’
a year. i, /* g
a fruit farm containing 18,000 acre
Some of the cherry trees on this pr ij I’¬
erty have been growing for twenty-fi j ve
years, and the branches form a eirc.,i ~
at least sixty feet in diameter. N
more than a dozen such trees car,' ] )e
profitably grown on au acre of la: j on
account of their immense size,an' q
lack of room. I have seen §174 wor j ; ] 1
of cherries picked from one oft \m, e
Bidwell trees, and cases are well au¬
thenticated where cherries to the vahf
of §200 and over have been gather.
from a single tree on other fruit- far ms
A full crop of cherries from th" t Bid-
well orchard will bring its ownt' any-
where from §130,000 to §35,000.
“Just to show you how enoin , lous
the profits of fruit farming are;" . a
friend of mine, the cashier of tin ^
Fresno National Bank, owns 32 , •
acres near Fresno, which he tan J0 q
into a fruit farm seven years ago. &
wife manages the farm while he'
tends to matters at the bank. Perhaps
it is due to his wife’s able manage¬
ment, perhaps to the fertility of the
soil, but he told me recently that
his profits this .year from 325
acres would be over §10,000 and he-
showed me books and figures to sub¬
stantiate this statement, which I,
knowing the fertility of some of the ■,
California fruit farms, have not the |
slightest reason to doubt.”—Washing¬
ton Star.
Paper Bottles.
A German paper maker has recently .
obtained letters patent on bottles made'
of paper, for use on board of ships
particularly. It has been a cause of
much damage to steamer lines that in
had -weather a largo number of bottles
of wine and other liquors are broken
in the storerooms, in spite of '
every
precaution. The new bottles are made
of a composition, which, with the
solution in which they are made water¬
tight, is still the inventor’s secret.
After being impregnated with this-
fluid the paper bottles are slowly dried
in gas stoves, and this process of dry- : i
ing must be watched carefully, for -
otherwise the bottles would remain - - -
porous and allow the fluids to leak o^t.
These bottles can be handled roughly
witlioutthe loastapprekension; neither
the pitching nor the rolling of a great
steamer during rough weather nor the
breaking down of a truck upon which ’
they are loaded loosely would be ap| f
to damage a single paper bottle.
A Natural Lightning? Bod.
The Lombardy poplar tree, it iw
splendid ■
said, forms a natural light, ■
ning conductor, its great height and
lack of spreading branches enabling it
to conduct a lightning stroke straight
downward. No house by which ono
of these trees has been reared as yet
has beep known to suffer from the
severest storm.