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OCEA DISPATCH.
(H ILLA, GEORGIA.
I1CWIN COUNTY PUBLISHING CO.,
Proprietors.
The millions who have laughed ai
Charles H. Hoyt’s comedies may well
wonder at. the tragedy of his success.
Kruger is receiving as great popular
ovations in France as Kossuth re¬
ceived in the United States fifty years
ago after his unsuccessful efforts for
the independence of Hungary, And,
ns iu Kossuth’s case, enthusiastic dem¬
onstrations of popular sympathy for
him will have no practical result.
Wliile two or more expeditions arc
getting ready to try again to reach
the North Pole, Notes and Queries has
been figuring on what past expeditions
have cost. It finds that during the
present century too human lives have
been sacrificed. $123,000,000 spent and
200 ships lost in the fruitless effort to
reach the pole.
Already Russian butter from beyond
the Ural Mountains is finding ils way
i'lto the English market, and accord¬
ing to a report from the British Con¬
sul at Riga, arrangements are being
made for the quick transportation of
butter from western Siberia to con¬
nect with the steamship service from
Itiga to Loudon and Hull.
A distinguished New York penolo¬
gist, Eugene .Smith, estimates the direct
annual cost of crime iu the United
States at $200,000,000. The indirect
effects of crime bring tho total annual
cost to about $400,000,000. The total
cost of education in the whole coun¬
try iu 1800 was only one-third the lat¬
ter figure, amounting t6 $130,000,000.
In the present census returns it is not
likely to exceed $200,000,000. Crime,
therefore, is twice as expensive to the
country at large as the education of
all classes of its population.
Professor Koch says he is now con¬
vinced that certain kinds of gnats, as
well as certain kinds of mosquitoeA,
convey malarial poison. It is a griev¬
ous affliction to the human race that
microbes are enabled to take unto
themselves wings through the agency
of these pestilential insects. If mi¬
crobes were reasonably quiet and con¬
tented, and not migratory; it they
were lovers of home and clung to set¬
tled habitations, then malarial dis¬
tricts could be clearly defined and
mapped out. and those areas of misery
and suffering could be snunned and
avoided. But with the help of the
mosquitoes and gnats malaria, like
Satan, is offer, all abroad.
English is a good language—a beau¬
tiful and a strong language—and it is
capable of expressing adequately and
euphoniously the loftiest sentiments
which animates the soul, the most deli¬
cate and tender fancies of the poet, the
noblest heroic emotions. From grave
to gay, from simple to sublime, this
tongue has as many forms as there
are individual peculiarities of thought,
observes the Philadelphia Record.
English adapts itself to the wit of Syd¬
ney Smith and the humor of Mark
Twain; to the splendor of Milton, the
grace of Tennyson and the brilliancy
of Swinburne. It is a far cry from
the suggestive phrases of Coleridge to
the cold, clear accuracy of Herbert
Spencer. So rich a language could
never have been invented.
“Can a woman love a plain man?”
is the question just now convulsing
the London Gentlewoman and its sup¬
posedly gentlewomanly readers. One
correspondent, who, as she signs her¬
self “A Mere Girl,” probably brings
all the weight of years and experi¬
ence to bear upon the matter, says,
“As a rul-, girls flirt with the hand¬
some men and marry the plain ones.”
Another declares, “Women, as a rule,
look upon beauty as their own par¬
ticular property, and resent a beauty
man as having poached upon their pre¬
serves.” A third answers the question
with a question: “Is a man ever plain
to the woman who adores him?” A
fourth, dropping into philosophic plati¬
tudes, proclaims the not altogether
novel sentiment: "There are several
reasons impelling love for man in wo¬
man kind. And it can scarcely be as¬
serted that the matter of his personal
appearance conies first.” With all due
respect to the intellects propounding
the question, says a writer in New
York Sun. wo should say that it de¬
pends largely on the plain man’s abili¬
ty. If a foreigner, to read his title
clear; if an American, upon the size
at his bank account. It would be more
to the point, anyway, to inquire, “Can
a woman love a vain man?”
IF I HAD GIFTS TO BRING.
If I were King of Fairyland
And had the right to say
How blessings should be passed around
Down here, from day to day—
If I might give to each and all
Whatever gifts I chose—
What should I give, my little boy,
To you, do you suppose?
Not heaps of gold nor mighty ships
To sail the ocean blue,
Not wealth to make pf other boys
The hired slaves of you—
But ruddy cheeks and sparkling'eyes,
A laugh that had the ring and
Of honest pleasure in it,
A heart for everything!
it w/\§
By J\. BeckWith.
I N the Far West, particularly in
the Far Southwest, the newly ar¬
rived settler often finds that he
has strange neighbors—not only
Indians, but white desperadoes, who
are more to be feared than even Utes
and Apaches.
Two young friends of mine—good,
steady, New England born young men
—were so unfortunate as to buy land
in the vicinity of an especially ugly
member of this outlaw fraternity.
They had been brought up to obey the
law, and respect the property and
rights of their neighbors.
They could be brave enough in the
defense of any just cause, yet they
dreaded and shrank from the use of
deadly weapons against a fellow-being.^
Plain, farmer-bred hoys, Gilbert and
Charles Small had, by steady labor
and economy, saved up a capital of
$1700. With this they emigrated to
Colorado and started a small stock
farm, fifteen miles from Alamosa. By
availing themselves of the Homestead
ace and the pre-emption law, they se¬
cured a tr^ct of 320 acres of land lying
upon a creek, with a range extending
back over the bills which was not
likely to he taken by other settlers.
At a point a short distance below,
where a mining trail passed them and
where they judged there would in time
be a railroad, they built a frame house,
which they opened as a hotel, and in
which they also kept a stock of grocer
ies.
Some eight or ten miles from them
lived a man named Peter Hergit, who
professedly worked a mine, but whose
place was really a rendezvous for ren¬
egade cowboys and other desperate
characters of the Jesse James type.
It was intimated that several dar¬
ing robberies had been planned, and
also that Clate Walker made it one of
his stopping places.
Walker was a notorious gambler and
dead shot. He was supposed to be the
leader of a band of train robbers, and
was said to have killed not less than
ten men in various affrays.
It was said, too, that occasionally,
when times became too monotonous
because of the lack of excitement, he
would kill a man “for fun,” just to
keep his hand in.
He had a pleasing habit of riding
through small towns and camps, shoot¬
ing promiscuously at everybody he
saw, to keep up the terror of his name
—a matter he appears to have been
vain of.
It will seem well nigh incredible that
such a man should be allowed to es¬
cape justice and to run at large. Such
Is the ugly fact, however, in scores of
similar cases, owing, probably to the
circumstances that no officer likes to
attempt the arrest of these despera¬
does, who generally carry two, and
sometimes, three, heavy revolvers, a»d
are marvellously quick and sure of
aim.
As an example of the wonderfully
rapid and accurate shooting of some
of those frontier men the writer re
members seeing a cowboy at Raton,
New Mexico, ride his horse at full gal¬
lop past a telegraph post to which was
pinned the round white cover of a
paper collar box, and lodge four balls
from his Colt’s pistol in this sruajl
mark while passing. Afterward he
entertained us by throwing Into the
air, one after another, a handful of
peanuts, and craking each as It fell
with a single bullet.
Then he did the same thing again,
tossing the nuts up rapidly, and twirl¬
ing the revolver round his forefinger
after every shot. Finally, throwing
the nuts up more slowly, he replaced
his pistol in its sheath at his hip after
every shot, drawing it for each suc¬
ceeding nut, and did not miss one out
of six. This shows the accuracy and
quickness of aim of many of these
lawless fellows; and such a marksman
was Clate Walker, whj added to his
reputation, moreover, the more mur¬
derous one of being a “killer,” which,
in the phrase of this section, means a
desperado who will shoot a man upon
the least provocation. Our, two young
stockmen had heard of this border
monster, but their first actual ac¬
quaintance with him began the first
week after putting up their sign,
“Small Bros., Hotel aud Grocery.”
Walker chanced to pass one morn¬
ing, and seeing the new sign, and by
way of calling attention to himself,
reined in his horse, drew his revolver,
and opened fire on the sign, shooting
the first letter, “S,” to pieces. Then,
dismounting, he kicked the door open,
and walking in, demanded a “cock¬
tail.”
Gilbert, who chanced to be inside at j
the time, told him civilly that there
was no bar in connection with the
house, for, true to their home princi¬
ples, the young men had determined to
keep a “temperance house”—a greater
If I were King of Fairyland,
With none to say me nay,
0, Should little girl, what think day? vou I
Nay, I should bring bring to you to
across the sea ■
hrom some knight-ridden strand
No^ To mincing ask you little for “nobleman/' hand!
your
I would not raise up castle walls
Where you should be the Queen,
But I would let you play with dolls,
Still artlehs and serene.
And I would put within your heart
The everlasting grace
That lifts a woman out and leaves
An angel in her place.
—S. E. Kiser, in Chicago Times-Herald.
anomaly in the West than many may
at first suppose.
“A temperance house!” shouted
Walker, and he vented his astonish¬
ment and disgust in a burst of oaths
and revilings. “No man shall keep a
hotel with nothing to drlnl^in it in
these parts!” he said. “If you’ don’t
have liquor, and good liquor, too, the
next time I call, I won’t leave a whole
dish or a whole bone here!” And as a
foretaste of what he would do he
kicked over the table and smashed
three or four chairs by way of leave
taking.
With such a customer on their hands
it is little wonder that our young
friends felt very ill at ease. Still they
were hold men, and were determined
not to be bullied into keeping rum; so
they wont about their business as
usual.
Nothing further was seen of Walker
for two weeks, when one morning,
while Charles was getting breakfast,
Gilbert having gone out to look after
the cattle. The first hint that Charles
had of his visitor's presence was an¬
other volley of shots at their sign¬
board.
This time Clate had shot the second
letter to pieces. . It was apparently
his way of knocking. Immediately af¬
ter he kicked the door open.
p Under these circumstances it is not
very strange that Charles stepped out
of a back door .:t about this time, and
went behind the corral, from whence
he heard Walker firing repeatedly aud
a great smashing inside. When at
length the desperado had taken his de¬
parture it was found that he had made
a complete wreck of the crockery and
furniture, and in the grocery room he
had helped himself to tobacco and
emptied bis revolver at the kerosene
barrel, ^vhich, tapped in half a dozen
places, was deluging the floor.
I shall not undertake to say what
the duty of my young friends was;
whether they should have resisted the
outrage and defended their property
at the risk of their lives or moved
away from so dangerous a neighbor¬
hood. What they did was to get out
of sight whenever they saw Walker
coming, and let him do his worst. It
chanced that after a time a second
cousin of my young friends came
West to see them. His name was
Forney, and he was then a student at
the military academy at West Point.
He dropped in upon the Small broth¬
ers quite unexpectedly one afternoon,
and It is needless to say that they
were very glad to see him, and that
they passed a very pleasant evening.
Nothing was said about Walker, for
Gilbert and Charles, having an hon¬
est pride in their ranch, were loth to
let Lieutenant Forney know how bad¬
ly they were off in respect to neigh¬
bors. The desperado happened to
come along, however, the very next
morning.
Charles and Forney were sitting in
the dining-room when Gilbert came
rushing In, having seen the gambler
coming up the road.
“Old Clate Walker’s coming!” he ex¬
claimed. “Put out at the back door!”
Charles leaped to his feet, but our
young West Pointer rose more leisure
ly.
“Who in the dickens is old Clate
Walker?” he asked.
“A regular border terror! A desper¬
ado! A killer!” .exclaimed Gilbert.
“He’s likely to shoot any one of us at
sight! Come on!”
“What! Run from your own house?”
said Forney, surprised. “Why, what
hold has this fellow on you?”
“No hold whatever; but he’s a dead
shot and a double-dyed murderer!"
cried Charles. "You don’t know him
as we do. Come along with us and
get out of his way.”
“Not I!” exclaimed Forney, who per
haps felt that his military reputatloc
was at stake. “Take your two guns
and stand ready In the kitchen. I’L
stop here and see Mr. Walker.”
He hurriedly took his revolver from
his overcoat pocket, then stepped tc
the window behind the desk on the
counter.
With his customary oath, the gamb
ler aud dead shot kicked open the cfoor
and strode in. The young lieutenant
sat on the high stool behind the desk,
apparently reading the newspaper. He
did not look up.
“Hello, you sneak i” shouted Walk¬
er. “Where are the tender kids that
keeps this temperance hotel?”
“I think they’ve gone out to hide,”
said Forney, carelessly turning his
paper. “They said there was a man
cater, a regular anthropophagus, com
ing, and they were going to hide sprue
where.”
Walker stared.
“Well, well!” he ripped out, “If you
ain’t the freshest kid I’ve struck Id
ten years! Right fresh from the East, »i 1
aren’t you, young feller?”
“Yes,” said Forney, moving the pa¬
per. “I’m from the East, and I’m
pretty fresh, I suppose. I’m a young
fellow, but I’m a pretty nice one."
“Don’t you give me any of your lip!"
thurdered Waiter. "Do you know wbc
I am?”
“How should I?” said Forney. “It’s
none of my business. I’m only here
on a visit. I don’t care who you are.”
The bully flushed, stung by the care¬
less contempt in Forney's tone.
“Suppose,” he muttered, taking n
step toward the counter, while a mur¬
derous gleam crept into his eye, “sup¬
pose I were to tickle your Adam's ap¬
ple, with my dirk; what then?”
“Then I’d shoot you dead for the
scoundrelly hound you arei” exclaimed
the young cadet, sudden presenting his
cocked revolver full in Walker’s face.
“Move—stir a. hand—and I’ll shoot you
like a dog!”
"The first man that ever got the best
of me!” gasped Walker; “and you a
little whipper-snapper from the East!"
“No matter what I am,” said Forney,
sternly. “If you move a hand, I’ll
shoot you! Gilbert! Charlie!”
The two brothers, who from the
kitchen had heard the above dialogue,
and were several times on the point of
taking to their heels out at the back
door, now entered guns in hand.
“Cover him, Gilbert,” said Forney
“If he stirs a hand, put a load of buck¬
shot through him. Now, Charles
come and take his pistbls and his
knife.”
Having disarmed Walker, they
marched him out of the door and
around the house into the cattle cor¬
ral in the rear of it. This corral was
built of adobe bricks, the wall being
from seven to eight feet high, and in¬
closed a space about eighty feet
square.
They gave him no chance to get the
start, but kept him covered with gun
and pistol. They gave him a chair to
sit on, however, and there he sat all
day, watching the cadet and Gilbert,
and they liim, while Charles rode post
haste to Alamosa to swear out a war¬
rant for his arrest, and summon the
sheriff and his posse to take him. The
officers, healing so dangerc-us a ruf¬
fian was really waiting their disposal,
were not slow in responding to Charles
Small’s summons, and by three o'clock
that afternoon the young lieutenant
had the satisfaction of seeing the "bor¬
der terror” taken into legal custody
and marched off to jail.
But, as Is too often the ease in the
Far West, the prisoner was lynched
instead of being tried and convicted of
his crimes. He was taken forcibly
from jail by a masked party from one
of the mining camps, the third night
after being lodged there, and hanged,
without any form of trial, to the near
est tree.
Lieutenant Forney had proven him¬
self a hero, and was greatly respected
for what he had done in bringing
Walker to justice.—Waverley Maga¬
zine.
Must Put the Blame on Somebody.
The young man had returned from
his wedding trip, and was again at his
desk in the office.
It was the day after his return that
the junior partner called him to-his
desk and said:
“Now that you're married, Mr. Quills,
I trust you will he considerate in your
treatment of me.”
“I don’t quite understand you, sir!”
exclaimed the young man, in surprise.
“Oh, it’s a little early, I know,” ad¬
mitted the junior partner, “but there’s
nothing like taking time by the fore¬
lock. I suppose you haven’t been out
late at night yet?”
“Certainly not, sir.”
“And it’s none of my business if you
have. But when you do stay out some
night, be considerate. Remember that
I have g reputation for fairness and
humane treatment of everybody in this
office that I would like to retain. Don’t
tell your wife that you’re sorry you’re
late, but that that slave-driver at the
office piled work upon you to such an
extent that you had to work right into
the night; don’t tell her that the tyrant
you work under gave you one-and-six
pence for dinner, and told you that
you would have to post all the books.
In the office before leaving for the
night. Just Invent some other excuse,
you know.”
The young man thought the matter
over for a minute or two, and then
asked, anxiously:
“Well, If I should be late, what shall
I say?”
“Oh, put is on the senior partner, as
I do. He can stand It."— 1 Tit-Bits.
Microbes on Doorknobs.
The latest lair to which scientists
have traced the merry microbe is the
doorknob. The organisms thrive on
these lnnutritious substances, It ap¬
pears, and in a round of calls one may
collect a variety of germs from the
doors of cabs, houses and trolley cars.
The danger may be obviated by anti¬
septic gloves, It is said, but, consid¬
ering the unconcern with which wo¬
men now gather up the bacteria of the
streets with their sweeping draperies,
one does not expect them to be inor
dinatly nervous about the few organ¬
isms that may attach themselves to
their fingers.
Colors and Children’s Mood#?.
According to a writer In the Nursery,
matrons of infant asylums say that a
young infant will be cross all day if
dressed in a gray frock/but contented
and happy if dressed in a bright red
frock. Children from two to four are
much less affected by the color of their
dresses. It is commonly observed in
kindergartens that the younger chil¬
dren prefer the red playthings, while
the older children prefer the blue.
BILL ARP’S LETTER
Bartow Man Witnesses Happy Re¬
union of His Progeney,
BOYS ARE AT HOME FOR HOLIDAYS
Enjoys Watching 111© Grandchildren Play
With Tlicir Toys Sent I5y Santa Claus.
The Christmas Dinner.
This Christmas is like “lengthened
sweetness long drawn otit” at our
house, for the boys have gathered from
the four corners and brought their
love and their rations with them. New
York brought a huge box of decora¬
tions for the Christmas tree. It was
beautiful beyond description. Doll's
of silk and satin and paper, all covered
with glittering spangles—little angels
with pearly wings suspended by
threads of invisible rubber, golden
harps aud hearts and wreaths of spun
glass in rainbow colors—scores of lit¬
tle waxen candles to illuminate the
scene. Ob, it was like a fairy vision,
anti every limb and twig of the stately
long leaf pine was burdened with
Christmas gifts for old and young.
There were twenty-four of the fami¬
ly present, and it took half the night
to untie and unfold the surprises, for
all were remembered over and over
again by old Santa. Yes, all, even to
the venerable old patriarch—the
“Paterfamilias,” the antique ancestor,
for he brought me a ball and a monkey
jack and some candy, because he had
heard that I was the boy—the only
boy—about the house. But later on
I discovered a silk cap and a pair of
slippers, some handkerchiefs and an
inkstand that the little grandohildren
can’t spill the ink ont of if they do
turn it over. Little Mary Lou, who is
Jessie’s child, got so many dolls and
drawing pretty things that she looked tired and,
a long breath, said: “Ganpa,
it’s too much, and I can’t hardly stand
it.”
There were toys and books, and
vases and perfumes, and baskets and
gloves, aud jewels and other gifts
too numerous to mention. Mexico
brought a beautiful hand-woven Cas¬
tilian shawl for my wife, and she struts
around as lithe and gay as Eden’s gar¬
den bird. “My boy brought it from
Mexico,” she says, forty times a day.
“My boy and my children” are always
on the tip of her tongue. Well, that’s
all right. They are her boys, sure
enough, and she knows it. There
may be some doubt, sometimes, about
who is the father of a child, but every¬
body knows who is its mother.
Downstairs has all been clothed
with mistletoe and holly. Geraniums
from tho pit are placed all around,
aod some beautiful roses lift up their
lovely forms from beautiful vases that
old Santa Claus brought. Bunches of
mistletoe hang from every chandelier,
and every time these merry, mis¬
chievous girls find me standing under
one, they slip up unawares and claim
a kiss. Even Mrs. Arp lost her normal
dignity and coming slyly behind me,
suddenly wrapped the drapery of her
castilliau shawl around me and claim¬
ed a mistletoe kiss from my connubial
lips.
But the old marble clock that for
Dearly fifty years has stood upon the
mantel ticking the moments and re¬
cording the hours as they pass did not
stop on Christmas night, and at mid¬
night the happy group retired to rest
and happy dreams. Next day came
the feast—the Christmas dinner.
Every leaf was placed on the long
extension table. At each end was a
large, well-browned, well-done turkey
and all the intermediate space crowd¬
ed with luxuries for the inner man and
woman. Eighteen of the family were
the welcome guests at the table, while
six of the infantiles surrounded a
smaller one nearby. I never asked a
blessing with a more grateful heart,
for Providence has been kind, and
since last we met no affliction or ca¬
lamity has befallen us.
Verily, the lines have fallen to us in
pleasant places. Would that all our
kindred and friends—yes, would that
every family in the land—the rich and
the poor—could have a like happy
and unclouded Christmas. As I sur¬
vey the happy scene it is enough to
look upon the serenity of the maternal
ancestor as she gazes fondly npon her
boys—yes, her boys, who have come
so far to give her joy and comfort.
Oh, ye boys—ye young men and mid¬
dle-aged, whom fortune or fate has re¬
moved far from a good old mother’s
tender care and solicitude, don’t for¬
get her yearnings, and if you cannot
go to her at least once a year, write to
her every month and comfort her with
your loving letters. The papers are
full of crimes of all descriptions, but
in my opinion there is none that will
more surely provoke the curse of God
than for a man to neglect or distress
his mother.
Yesterday the boys with their mother
and sisters visited the old homestead—
the farm in the oountry, where our
children grew up to manhood aud
womanhood—where these scattered
boys worked and plowed and planted
and reaped where they had sown;
where they labored hard by day and
bunted coons and ’possums by night;
where they went to the naboring mill
and fished in the pond while tho grist
was grinding; where Carl and Jessie
went to school and crossed the creek
on a slender footlog, and gathered
haws and maypops and wild strawber¬
ries on the way. These boys and their
sisters wanted to revisit the old scenes
and drink water from the same old
gushing spring.
These boys wanted to see the old
meadow where the big trees stood in
their majesty—the oak trees that we
had named for Rosooe Conkling and
Blaine, and tho big sycamore that was
named for Voorhees, the tail sycamore
of the Wabash.
They wanted to see the old barn¬
yard whero they used to tease old
Pete, the Merino ram and incite him
to rear on his hiud legs and run to
butt them as they presented their
posteriors in a defiant and provoking
manner. Sometimes they got out of
his way just- in time, but ever and
anon they dideuf, and lie sent them on
their winding way scratching the
ground on their allfours. They wanted
to seo the grave of old Bows, that
good old dog whom they loved. I did
not go fdv there was no room, and as
I am the boy, I had to Btay at home
and take care of Jessie’s children.
Well they came back in due time
and it was amusing to me to hear them
tell how everything had changed with¬
in these dozen years; how the house
seemed to have sank into the ground
a foot or two and.the farm had shrunk
up and the fields were smaller and tho
hills lower and the shade trees short¬
ened at the top. I’ve beon th- ough
all that before, and was not surprise!.
Interspersed with our daily and night¬
ly pleasures classical we have of music, good mu¬
sic, music the great mas¬
ters and minstrel musio with chornses
from all the band and even my wife,
Mrs. Arp, was constrained to play the
“Caliph of Bazdad” with her first-born
daughter—her daughter.
Music is our family’s gift, for they
all play on something, and all have
voices for harmoDy of sweet sounds.
This gift, I suppose comes from their
mother, and her touch upon the ivory’
keys is still as delicate as when she
was a lassie of sixteen. I used to think
that Ij too, had a melodious voice, and
some times would venture to hist
the tune in Sunday school when
the tune bister was absent and like
the crow who tried to sing, I thought
I did it finely. Nobody else ever told
me so, and one day my wife said that
my voice was a little cracked and if she
was me she would not try to raise the
tunes in the church any more. It was
a revelation that shocked me, and I
have never sang in church since, nor
anywhere else. There are voices in
church choirs of the same kind, but -
nobody will tell them. They are
called falsetto.
Farewell Christmas-—farewell old
Santa Claus—while we all rejoice, let
us not forget that Christmas commem¬
orates tho birtlnof the Savior of men
—the nativity of Kris Kringle, which
means “the little Christ child.” It is
well %nough to rejoice, but we should
at the same time reflect and be grate¬
ful.—Bum Arp in Atlanta Constitu¬
tion.
QUAY HOLDS HIS OWN.
Pennsylvania Legislators Caucus and .De¬
feat Combined Opposition.
Both branches of the Pennsylvania
legislature met in biennial session in
Harrisburg at noon Tuesday and the
feature of the occasion was the battle
between the Quay Republicans and al¬
lied forces of the anti-Quay Republi¬
cans and Democrats for control of the
bouse of representatives, resulting in
a victory for the Quay forces, they
electing both speaker of the house
and president of the senate.
Colonel Quay was the unanimous
choice of the foint convention of Re¬
publican senators and members held
Tuesday night in the house chamber
to nominate a candidate for United
States senator.
The Quay people are jubilant over
the result of the caucus, as the num¬
ber present exceeded their expecta¬
tions, aud they claim that before the
vote is taken on joint ballot for sena¬
tor, they will have many more than
the number necessary to elect.
MOB WAS IMPLACABLE.
I'ut Xetjro to I)path After He Had Been
ltnletoeil By Judge’s Order.
Mrs. J. M. Locklear was assaulted
and badly beaten at her home in East
Rome, Ga., Wednesday night. Neigh¬
bors were attracted to the place by au
unusual noise, and found Mrs. Lock¬
lear lying in the front yard uncon¬
scious with a deep cut on the back of
her head.
The fiends also attempted to burn
the dwelling, intending to cremate
their victim. Straw was found on fire
iu the bed room.
Joe Wilson and George Reed, ne¬
groes, 23 years old, were arrested ac¬
cused of the crime. Both of them de¬
nied auy connection with the assault.
At their preliminary trial Judge Hen¬
ry ordered their release.
Thursday night a mob of 150 men
recaptured George Reed and put him
to death within three miles of the
city.
feudists in full swing.
Six Men Killed and Twelve Wounded In
Kentucky Within Two Weeks.
Four men have been killed and ten
wounded in C!ay county, Ky., fights
.vithiu the past two weeks, while two
other Olay county men were killed and
two were wounded in a fight just over
period, the Clay county line during the same
making a total of six killed and
twelve wounded within two weeks. The
factions are again becoming hostile and
drastic measures may be necessary to
quell the feudists.
PRICE OF SALT TOO HIGH.
Kan.a* City Firm Sends to Far Oir Port
ucal for a Supply.
Twenty-five thousand tons of com¬
mon salt, purchased in Portugal, have
been contracted for by a packing com¬
pany of Kansas City.
“We found that prices have gone
steadily up on account of the salt
trust,” said the company’s purchasing
agent, “aud so we went outside of this
country for our salt."