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VOL XIII.
The Heart of the Tree.
AS AKBOB DAY SOSO.
What does he plant wbo plants a tree?
He plants a friend of sun and sky;
He plants the flag of breezes free;
The shaft of beauty, towering high;
He plants a home to heaven anigh
For song and mother-croon of bird
In hushed and happy twilight heard—
The treble of heaven’s harmony—
These things he plants who plants a tree.
What does he plant who plants a tree?
He plauts cool shade and tender rain,
And seed and bud of days to be,
And years that fade and flush again;
He plants the glory of the plain;
He plauts the forest’s heritage;
The harvest of a coming age;
,The joy that unborn eyes shall see—
These things he plants who plants a tree
What does he plant who plants a tree?
fie plants, in sap and leaf and wood,
III love of home and ioyaltv
And far-cast thought of civic good—
His blessing on the neighborhood
Who in the hollow of His hand
Holds all the growth of all our land—
A nation's growth from sea to sea
Stirs in his heart who plauts a tree.
— [II. C. Buuner, in the Century.
A THRUSH’S SONG.
BY AtiNES X. HOUSTON.
It was the close of a midsummer
afternoon, and there were few travel¬
ers on a country road leading from
the drowsy little town of Hallowoll.
A winding, stony road it was, but it
led over picturesque bridges and clear
rivers, through woods that were dark
and cool, and fragrant with the breath
of pines, out again past comfortable
farmhouses, and suddenly up steep
hills from whose tops a charming land¬
scape was visible.
The air was clear and full of a cer¬
tain bracing quality that makes Maine
( a delightful sojourning place in sum¬
mer.
So at least it seemed to Mark Hough¬
ton, as he breathed the air of ids
native state for the first time in tweti
jty-five years. Ho had purposely left
[his might coming unannounced, that he
enjoy tho luxury of a walk over
the old road, whose every scene had
once been so familiar to him. Memory
plays strauge pranks with the most
strait-laced of us at times, and as¬
suredly it was only her magic that
made this New York lawyer enjoy a
^dusty country walk for auld Jang
syne.
A sudden turn and lie came upon
the little schoolhouso, just where it
used to stand, and but little changed
iu outward look by tho inevitable
wear and tear of years.
“It holds its own better than I had
hoped,” thought the lawyer,and moved
by a sudden impulse he turned from
tho road and went up to the door. It
was not locked, and in a moment he
stood inside. Here he saw numerous
changes that altered tho aspect of the
place. Desks aud seats of a more
modern stylo replaced the rude
benches lie remembered, and the walle
were covered with blackboards aud
maps. Walking over to the teacher’s
chair he sat down and thoughtfully
regarded the little room, which had
the degolate look peculiar to empty
school-rooms.
Here he had learned his first lessons
in days that returned to his memory
only in fragments and half-remem¬
bered. incidents. Here, as lie grew to
be a larger lad, he had wrestled with
many a “knotty” example, or surrep¬
titiously planned frolics for recess.
He recalled, too, some of liis boyish
day-dreams of “great tliing3 to do by
aud by,” aud smiled half Ditlerly as
lie contrasted them with the prosaic,
self-centred life of his after years.
Then there were the late;- days
Ifbfin, a? a young collegian, ho came
back to spend his vacation, and taught
the little school himself to help meet
expeuses at college. What a hum¬
drum life it was, to be sure, sitting
there through the long summer days
and hearing the rural lads and lassies
stumble through their lessons! What
a stupid lot of pupils they were—all
but one of them.
And here Mark Houghton came
chronologically to the thought that
bad been running with more or less
self-assertion all through his musiugs
the thought of Leah Hastings. She
was the brightest of liis older pupils,
and had even shared with him some
of the sludies he was trying to “make
up” during the summer. But it was
iaot as liis nunil that lie remembered
SPRING PLACE, MURRAY COUNTY, GA. SATURDAY. MAY 20, 1893,
Leah, it was as the gay and light¬
hearted yet womanly girl, with her
great, serious eyes and frank smile.
“A curious mixture she was, in¬
deed,” thought the lawyer. “Our
love seems like some faraway
dream, some bright idyll. I won¬
der, if we had not quar¬
relled, how she would have changed
my life, with her high ideals and
happy nature?”
A slight sound at the open door
startled him; he turned his head and
saw a woman standing there, half
hesitating, on the threshold.
“I beg your pardon,” she began, “1
thought”—but something familiar in
the man’s face stopped her.
As for him, he knew from the first
moment that it was Leah Hastings.
With all the change that time had
wrought in her—and they were not
few—he could not mistake that long
remembered face. In a moment, she,
too, recognized him, doubted fully at
first, but with a growing certainty in
her face as she studied him.
He realized with some satisfaction
that lie had the advantage of her in
self-possession, since she could have
had uo thought of seeing him, while
the meeting was to him quite within
the realm of possibilities when he ar¬
rived in Maine.
“Well, Miss Hastings,” ho began,
“this is indeed an unexpected pleas¬
ure. Who could have thought that
yours would be the first familiar face
I should see on my returu to the old
place?”
As ho spoke ho advanced towards
her, holding out his hand. She put
hers in it, saying composedly;
“Am I indeed the first? Y'our com¬
ing is unexpected, then.”
“Y'ou do not say that you are glad
to welcome me back. But I remem
that you never would bo convention¬
al,” he said, taking a subtle pleasure
in the confusion which he could sec
she was trying hard to conceal.
But those few words, half in mock¬
ery, half in challenge, put Leah at her
ease. Looking him directly iu the
face, she responded:
“Why should wo be expected to
welcome people whom wo have long
learned to live without, aud whom wc
never expected to see again? It is
like the sudden stopping of a train;
it gives you a backward jerk that isn’t
altogether agreeable.”
“True,” he answered, rather sadly,
“I suppose I’ve lost all claim to any
otto’s interest down this way. I only
hepe my brother won’t think so, too,
when I walk in on him unan¬
nounced.”
There was a moment’s silence.
Mark looked at the woman before
him, noticing the changes in her. The
beauty of nineteen had faded, but
enough of it yet remained to make,
with the added strength aud character
of later years, a fuco that was at¬
tractive.
“I said ‘Miss Hastings,’” began the
lawyer again. “Was I right, or have
you laid aside the old name with oth¬
er relics of the past?”
There was the faintest possible flush
on her cheek as she answered:
“I have kept my name, with my un¬
conventionality.”
“I had fallen into quite a reverie, as
I sat here, over old scenes and faces.
Do you recollect the first day I taught
school here, and what a peck of trouble
those little tow-headed Briggs children
gave mo? It was a long struggle, but
I subdued them before the end of the
term.”
He went on reflectively aud in an
indifferent tone, as if he were talking
of some one else;
“There was another pupil, though,
who gave me more trouble than any of
them and whom I never fully con¬
quered. "What a little flirt you were
anyway, Leah!”
“You know I never was that,” she
said gravely.
“Well, no, to do you justice, you
weren’t. I believe you really thought
you were in earnest for a while. Yes,
I’ll do you the justice to think you de¬
ceived yourself as well as me."
His tone was more serious now and
he glanced furtively at Leah to see
how she was taking his words. But
she remained silent, nor could he read
her thoughts in her face.
“Leah,” he began, abruptly, “I
wish you wouid explain your action—
there at the last I never could see
! why—and now, after all these years,
I I should iust like to have it cleared
“TELL THE TRUTH”
up. Won’t you listeu to my 6idc an/
tell me yours?”
For a few moments she did not re¬
ply, but stood looking off over the
hills, where the sun was just siuking
from sight.
•‘What is the use?” she said at. last.
“It is all over long ago, and we have
come to an age where we can over¬
look—and forgive—without explana.
tiona. Wc both misunderstood and
misjudged cash other—of that I have
long been sure. Let it rest at that.”
But I cannot be content with that.
I thought 1 had put it all out of my
life, Leah. It has been a busy life,
and I havo taken care that I should
have but little time for thought. I
schooled myself to kcop all thought of
you from my mind, and for the most
part I have succeeded. I thought I
could go on to the end—but now that
I see you again the years that lie be¬
tween our youth aud now are as if
they had never been. Leah, I can’t
believe but that you care yet, too. Let us
rectify our mistakes and end our lives
as we should have lived them—to¬
gether!”
“No, no,” she said, putting out her
hands as if to push the thought away.
It is too late. We have been learning
to live alone. Wo havo each made our
own life and found a certain happi¬
ness in it. It is too late to make a
chango. What have our lives in com¬
mon—yours, a lawyer’s, busy aud
studious, passed in a great city, and
touched on all sides by interests of
whoso very existence I am ignorant;
mine, a quiet, country life, spent
almost in solitude, with cares and
pleasures that to you would seem
petty? They would clash if brought
together.”
By somo trick of fancy, Mark
Houghton remembered at that instant
that it was at this door they had first
told their loves. That was at sunset
too, and not far away a brown thrush
was singing hiH joyous vesper song.
“You will thauk me for what 1 havo
said when you get back to New York,”
Utah continued, her voice trembling
a little, but her eyes looking steadily
into his.
And in his heart he felt that slio
was right—right at least as to the
difficulty of welding their two lives
into one. But for a little while he
continued to urge her to reconsider.
She only shook her head aud said
gently:
“It is too late. Wo must not add
to our folly by making a greater mis¬
take than that of our youth,”
At last lie turned to go.
“I hope I shall feel one day that
you are right,” lie said. “Good-by.’'
At that moment a brown thrush on
a trcc-tbp near by broke out into a
ilood of melody. He sang as joyous¬
ly as if all the world were young aud
the only natural conditions woro hap¬
piness.
At the sound Leah turned her head
with a startled look of recollection.
Her eyes mot Mark’s.
“It is not too late, Leah!” he cried,
catching her hand. “Listen! our old
friend advises tt3 just as he did the
first time—love and be happy! There
is time enough yet, is there not?”
And someway she could no longer
find it in heart to say “No."—[New
York World.
A Remarkable Ice Cave.
A Pan a (HI.) reader who acknowl¬
edges that he was much interested in
the account of the Iowa ico cave, as
given in “Notes for tho Curious,”
sends the following account of a simi¬
lar natural curiosity, which lie says is
near his old home at Yevgy, Savoy:
“There are several of these ico caves
in Savoy, bqt the most remarkable is
that near Vergy. The grotto is hoi
lowed out in yellowish limestone and
forms a hall about fifty yards in
depth. All around you are stalactites,
gtalagmites, columns, platforms, am¬
phitheatres, raised thrones, etc., not of
mineral, as those found in most cav¬
erns, but of pure ice, bard and clear
as crystal. The forms of tho great
icicles depending from the roof are
exactly like those of stalactites, but
where the stalagmites should rise from
the bottom, conical and bottle-shaped
peaks are the prevailing forms.
“At one point in tho cavo there is a
row of objects which forcibly remind
one of a troop of soldiers. On the
opposite side there is an ice pipe or¬
gan, while underneath tho latter and
extending into another chamber there
is a perfect natural ice tunnel. — [St,
Louis llenublioan.
THE TELAUTOGRAPH.
A Curious Machine Which Is
Said to Work Perfectly.
It Transmits Writing and Pic¬
tures by Wire.
The very latest tiling in telegraph
instruments Is called the telautograph,
or long-distance writing machine. It
consists of a transmitter and a receiver
associated for use at ono station. The
mechanism of the machine is extreme¬
ly simple and direct. An ordinary
lead pencil is used iu transmitting.
Near its point two silk cords are fas¬
tened at right angles to each other.
These connect with tho instrument.
and, following tho motions of the
pencil, regulate tho impulses that con
trol tho receiving pen at the distant
station.
Tho writing is done on ordinary
paper five inches wide, conveniently
arranged on a roll attached to tho
machine. A lever is so moved by the
hand as to shift the paper forward
mechanically at the transmitter and
electrically at tho receiver. Tlio re¬
ceiving pen is a capillary glass tubo
placed at the junction of two alum¬
inum arms.
it is supplied with ink, which flows
from a reservoir, through a small
tube placed in ono of the arms. The
electrical impulses, coming over the
wire, movo the poti of the recorder
simultaneously with the movements of
the pencil iu the hand of the sender.
As the pen.passes over tho paper an
ink tracing is left, which is always a
fac-similo of tho sender’s motions,
whether in the formation of letters,
figures, signs or sketches.
“There is practically no limit to tho
work that this machine will do,” said
John II. Bryant. “Wherever a record
is required it is invaluable. From
his office a business man can send in¬
structions to the factory, close by or
many miles distant, and have them de¬
livered in liis own handwriting. A
broker dealing by wire can give quo¬
tations and execute orders to buy and
sell securities without danger of dis¬
pute. A physician may wire his pre¬
scription to a druggist, usiug the arbi¬
trary code of the profession, confi¬
dent that no mistake will bo made in
the transmission. A reporter writing
up a fire or an accident of any kind,
can send to his paper a sketch of his
subject taken on the spot. Supt.
Byrnes wishing to notify all tho police
precincts at once of tho escape of a
burglar could not only do so as quick¬
ly as by telegraph but ho could be
sure that his orders were transmitted
in his own writing, and an accurate
description of the man could be
sketched at the same time if neces¬
sary.”
Speaking of the telephone Mr.
Bryant said that the telautograph
would become more popular than the
former instrument, because there
would be no buzzing on the wires,
and no questions to bo asked and an¬
swered perhaps a dozen times before
getting a definite reply. “This turtle
of ours,” said he, “will keep moving
along and have your message all re¬
corded before the telephone is through
buzzing. There will be no more
strikes of messenger boys, for while
we are waiting for the boy to come,
the message, written on the machine,
Will be at its destination. Then,
again, a man can go away and leavo
his machine locked up in his desk.
When he returns in ono, two or half
a dozen days, he will find the messages
sent to him by his friends all recorded
on the roll paper in his desk.”
In cities and towns the telautograph
will be operated on the exchange or
central station plan, in much the same
manner as the telephone is now worked.
Prof. Elisha Gray, the inventor of tho
telautograph, has devoted his life to the
perfection of communication by elec¬
tricity. lie invented the musical tele¬
phone, and history, his friends say,
will give him credit for inventing the
speaking telephone and the harmonic
telegraph.— [New York World,
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