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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."